Having taken the previous month off due to illness – I was struck down by a nasty cold literally the day before September’s all day party – the fourth Thursday of October really took it’s time to arrive! On the day of the Quest party I scurried across Leeds with my bag of toys in tow, desperate to see Mistress Claire and, since the event’s theme was Halloween, I’d packed the witches dress that my Beloved had found for me last year. After getting changed I met Mistress in the bar looking fabulous in her long leather dress and, after greeting her and curtseying, we made our way to the dungeon where I knelt to beg for her canes should she see fit.
As a warm up Mistress had me bending over the cage as she used a leather strap on my behind, starting light but building up over time until it was a struggle to keep still; just as it seemed to be getting too much for me, I was led over to the kneeling bench where my wrists were tied together behind me and pulled upwards, leaving me with a little room to wiggle but ultimately unable to avoid the strap when it recommenced. A group of girls entered the dungeon around this time and one who has previously played with me whilst I was restrained (I don’t know her name, something of a frustrating trend for this post) trapped my head between her PVC-clad thighs as I was beaten, an unusual experience to say the least!
The next tie was to the throne with my wrists bound to the chair back and my ankles secured apart. This proved uncomfortable because I couldn’t sit too far back with my arms in that position and moving too far forward was a problem because I’d start to slip off the already precarious seat – I found out as Mistress tormented me that it was actually possible to sit all the way back at least for short periods of time though! I was released because Mistress was expecting another submissive called Samantha who hadn’t arrived yet, so she needed to get her mobile phone from her car and didn’t want to leave me there. I found myself standing in the club’s doorway whilst she was out and it’s been a very long time since I’ve been even that far outside whilst dressed so I felt a little bit of a thrill… although Rassilon alone knows what the electrician working by the club’s door thought of the six foot tall transvestite witch in heels!
Since there’s only the one kneeling bench left in the Quest dungeon now, Mistress wanted to experiment with ways of using it to replace the removed furniture. Because of that I found myself sitting on top where my upper body would usually be, having my ankles and thighs tied in place before Mistress bound my wrists and started hoisting them up in a way that forced me to lean forwards. That position constantly felt like I was going to fall forwards even though the rational part of me knew the ropes on my legs would prevent that happening and I was more than grateful when I was hooded and gagged, that meant I merely had to deal with the physical stresses of the position.
There was at this point a girl called Debby who is dominant and was interested in playing; Mistress offered me for her amusement and Debby said that she wanted to use her own riding crop so disappeared for a few minutes in order to fetch it. When she returned I was ordered over the cage for the second time before Debby set to work with her weapon of choice; she was quite strict and made me thank her for each round of blows, but not particularly harsh and I found it rather enjoyable. Hopefully, Debby found it satisfying to crop me, although she’d moved on to something else before I could ask!
I sat down on the cage to watch Mistress playing with Samantha, but the girl in the PVC catsuit (and I really must ask her name next time) came over with the intention of fondling me; for some reason, my instinct in that situation was to put my hands behind my back as she ran her hands up my thighs and kissed me, so she was surprised to find after a few minutes that I wasn’t actually bound! Mistress soon fixed that by tying my hands behind me and the caressing continued, ultimately ending up with me kneeling before her. And, whilst I’d been occupied, another girl in a floral dress had been tied tightly to throne by Mistress so I was ordered to pleasure her orally; I started out kneeling with my head between her thighs as the girl was ball gagged and then blindfolded, but had to change position because the metal floor made it too uncomfortable.
By the time I’d finished, one of the regular girls was being taken over the kneeling bench which was still positioned under the scaffolding where we’d moved it earlier; Mistress decided to bind my hands behind me and I was then secured to the scaffolding with my legs apart near to where this was happening before being hooded and gagged. All I could do was listen to the noises nearby and suffer, the position and my heels soon conspiring to make my calves ache so, apart from being distracted again by the girl in the PVC catsuit at one point as she ground herself against me, I was desperate to be untied when Mistress Claire decided it was time.
I was allowed a rest during which the dungeon all but emptied, at which point a rope harness was applied and I was hogtied on that nasty metal floor – for some reason I couldn’t lay on my front this time so had to stay on my side – and then allowed to worship Mistress Claire’s toes through her stockings. It’s a wonderful experience to be there, tasting her like that or having the soles of her feet rubbed over my face… I’ve absolutely no idea how long I was down there, but my release came because it was getting close to the time when the buffet was to be laid out.
Since there was a little time left, I was tied back to back with Samantha, and I back to back for a little while and, as I’ve noted previously, being restrained to another girl is always an interesting experience; both parties have to be aware of the other person especially if moving. As we were being released, Brian popped his head around the doorway to say the food was out and that Hannah, one of the club’s staff, wanted to see me – we headed to the bar and she handed me a plate of food, saying that she didn’t want me to miss out! I’ve said countless nice things about Quest and the people behind it for years now but, me being me, probably haven’t emphasised how great all of the people who run the place are.
Once we’d finished eating Mistress wanted some time for rope practise; I don’t really get to see how most of these ties turn out, but just standing there for her to work on is something I always enjoy – I like being the centre of her attention like that really. After a few goes at what felt like comfortable but restrictive arm binders, things culminated in a box tie when a girl wearing a Union Jack dress entered the dungeon. She took it upon herself to first get me aroused and the alternate between using her hand and mouth on me, not quite pushing me over the edge but getting perilously close.
One of the things I confessed to Mistress previously was the want to be used anally by another girl so when this newcomer bent me over the arched bench Mistress allowed it to happen, only mentioning that I wasn’t used to what she was about to do. I’m not a virgin in that respect but it had been over half a decade since the last time and, despite still being bound with my arms behind me, I wasn’t gagged so could have protested or used my safe word. I’ve never actually enjoyed the experience even when I was “in practise”, as it were, but knowing that the girl doing it wanted to do so has always been more than enough of a reason for me not to stop what was happening and it all comes down to my need to please others really.
The final position of the day was back on the kneeling bench with a rope over my waist holding me in place; initially it was Mistress Claire and the Union Jack girl disciplining me – the latter would eventually move around to use me orally, being rough in a way I have to confess I’ve fantasised about for a while – but they were joined by the woman from a couple who took over when Mistress was asked to tie someone else up. The force of the blows varied depending on who was behind them and I realised how ridiculously shy I can be when the woman moved around the bench and asked if I wanted to worship her breasts and I blustered so much the opportunity passed!
I was released just before Mistress Claire tied a woman called Alison to the cross, only then realising that it was getting late and, because I’m at the mercy of the bus services, having to ask for permission to leave the dungeon to get changed before I’d been allowed to orgasm! I changed, removed the final remains of my makeup and, after saying my goodbyes, headed off home. It had been a particularly busy day in the dungeon and I want to thank the fantastic Mistress Claire for a wonderful time. I’d also like to thank all of the people in the dungeon during the course of the day as well – offering my humblest apologies to all of the people whose names I didn’t catch – and of course my Beloved. The pictures are all available in the appropriate gallery.