The fourth Thursday of August meant that my toy bag was loaded and then taken across Leeds to Quest – sadly without my Beloved due to other commitments – in order to meet a few friends and, most importantly of all, to kneel before and worship Mistress Claire. The event had a “back to school” theme this time and since my Beloved had found an appropriate uniform online for me – it came with a white blouse, pinafore style dress, a blue and white striped tie, white stockings which sadly didn’t survive the day and a straw hat – that, with my locking 2″ heels, was how I dressed to meet Mistress. She wore black PVC and heels, looking sensational in the process.
As noted previously, due to a silly mistake on my part the fortnight of chastity I struggle through for Mistress Claire was accidentally extended to three weeks and those frustrating extra days left my imagination in a truly ridiculous state. I’d already told Mistress about this – she found the situation highly amusing and knowing that made the situation a little more bearable – but she’d also wanted a full confession so the first thing I found myself doing was kneeling before her to admit to a plethora of naughty fantasies, some of which I may not actually be brave enough to act on or even admit to here. I also begged for her canes and the bondage needed to keep me still during that whilst still kneeling before her, then asked that she hold the keys that would unlock my shoes, meaning I couldn’t take them off without asking first.
But the first tie of the day began with a rope harness around my waist and over my shoulders; I was then ordered to lie down on the dungeon floor – that took a couple of goes in my slightly befuddled state until I realised that Mistress meant face down – before my arms and feet were bound and then tightly hogtied. This was a far stricter tie than the one I’d endured the previous session and that metal floor doesn’t get any softer, but since Mistress allowed me to worship her feet whilst I was bound it was absolutely worth it. I still don’t know if I have a foot fetish generally or if it’s just her feet specifically, but I felt a little tingling sensation of blushing pride when told that what I was doing was arousing.
The next position was a test of something my chastity-driven, fevered imagination had dreamt up; I wanted to try being bound over the spanking bench we usually use for my discipline at the end of the day but with my arms pulled upwards like a strappado. Normally my legs are bound tightly to the bench but my arms are tied together in front of me, propping my body up because the corset under my uniform makes having them down at the sides of the bench where they’re meant to be tied uncomfortable, but this new position actually worked without problems. I received a few strokes of the cane whilst there as well and it proved effective as regards keeping me still throughout, which was the intention.
Continuing with suggestions that were made whilst I possibly wasn’t thinking straight, remembering how Mistress had enjoyed my reaction to being bound, gagged and touched by a man previously gave the worryingly creative part of me an idea and I actually offered to suffer the same ordeal again for her! It’s worth stating again at this point that I’m not at all comfortable with anything even vaguely sexual as regards men to the point where I tend to call it a hard limit, but wanting to find ways to amuse my Mistress meant that I found myself being tied in a sitting position to the large kneeling bench with my legs pulled underneath which left me almost unable to move before the tube gag was fastened over my hood and a length of rope attached to my hair to pull my back… only to be eventually released and told there weren’t any men hanging around the dungeon’s doorway to invite in!
That left me with mixed emotions at the time; on the one hand I wasn’t expecting to enjoy the experience so there was a sense of relief that it would be postponed, but I’d spent the days after suggesting the idea trying to prepare myself emotionally in the knowledge that Mistress would enjoy watching me squirm and whimper pathetically so it was… well, an anticlimax I suppose? There might have been a certain degree of disappointment in the mix as well, both in the sense that I didn’t get to please Mistress Claire and, oddly, because it sort of feels like a rejection; I really didn’t want the attention of a man but having all of them not show any was, I think, a rather unexpected and mildly confusing blow to my ego.
Thankfully I wasn’t given much time to dwell on those thoughts after being released – they probably still need a little processing but at least I’ve written about them now which helps – and I soon found myself in the third position I’d suggested; a strappado but with high heels on, my arms hoisted high and a rope tied between my feet and collar to make things a little more difficult than last time. I really do enjoy the variations on this position, it’s not easy to deal with because my thighs start aching quite quickly and the heels mean my calves soon join in as well, but I adore the vulnerability. It’s a strangely relaxing position despite the discomfort and the new collar to ankle rope gave something new to think about as well.
After being released and allowed a short rest, my arms were bound behind me and I was then secured standing next to the cross before Mistress amused herself with various implements including our vicious, prison-style strap. After quite a bit of bottom warming I was then let down from the cross but my arms remained bound and, whilst kneeling on the metal floor of the dungeon, I was ordered to resume worshipping of Mistress Claire’s lovely stocking-clad toes, having one then the other pressed against my lips to lick and suck for a while until she decided to let me have the wonderful honour of pleasuring her more intimately.
Audrey Anne had arrived before I’d been bound to the cross but had been elsewhere in the club, returning to the dungeon shortly after this; she soon found herself bound to the throne and, with my arms still tied behind me, I found my head between her thighs, licking and then sucking as she moaned. I asked for my arms to be released after a while to get a better position but sadly couldn’t get her to orgasm – I suspect it’s because Audrey Anne is a very naughty girl when alone – but she seemed to enjoy my attention. Mistress started untying Audrey Anne and I went to find out when the food was going to be laid out and, since it was due in the immediate future, we headed into the bar area to wait.
After eating we returned to the dungeon and Mistress Claire wanted to experiment with some rope bondage, in particular a couple of variations on arm binders; these can take a while to apply which means I got to be the centre of her attention as she bound me, I really enjoy it and can sometimes become a little lost in the experience, only to be brought back to reality by an unexpected tug of the rope. One of my confessions at the start of the day involved nipple clamps so since the blouse I had on could be undone the rather harsh set in my bag were applied before I was ordered onto the kneeler, still with my arms bound and nipples tightly clamped, for some strokes with the cane.
It was around this time that Mistress Claire realised that her wrist was hurting; she said it wasn’t from beating or tying me – that was something of a relief, I’d hate to be the cause of an injury like that – but it did mean that the caning I’d begged for earlier in the day had to be cut short – this might come as a surprise to some people reading, but it isn’t just submissives who can find themselves having to stop because they have an unexpected pain! Mistress decided to bring my orgasm forwards as well, so I was bound tightly to the throne with my hood and gag applied, then bagged and made to cum as the chain on the still secured nipple clamps was pulled upon… before being left there with the bag still on for a while afterwards!
That left us with some time before the club closed so Mistress used most of that for rope practice whilst she had me there – being a worrier I did voice my concerns about her wrist but she was of course right and it didn’t cause any further problems – and the last half an hour was spent resting in one of the play rooms before it was the end of the day and time to leave. As always I have to thank the wonderful Mistress Claire for… well, everything really and putting up with me after three weeks of chastity. And thanks as always to my Beloved – who just laughed at my mistake and subsequent frustration during the chastity – Audrey Anne and everybody else who was there.