The witching hour

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.

Paging nurse Verity again

The fourth Thursday in June saw my Beloved, myself and our toy bag made our way across Leeds once more. I’d been hoping to wear a new uniform that had been ordered a few weeks earlier, but that appears to have been “misplaced” in transit; instead I ended up dressing as a nurse which turned out to be a sensible choice considering the warm weather even if the corset I had on underneath didn’t help. The dungeon at Quest can get quite warm in the summer months and Mistress Claire was wearing a lovely, summery dress.

To begin with, my arms were bound behind me and my legs tied back and apart on the large kneeling bench. Miss Kate arrived at the dungeon around this time wanting a couple of pictures for her profile, so my services were volunteered; I was also wearing a hood and ring gag so, after using a couple of toys on me, Miss Kate amused herself by tilting my head back and trying to balance a flogger by inserting the handle into my mouth – that was a little difficult since I had to keep very still with my head back about as far as it would go!

Mistress wanted to get a little caning practise in so I spent a while stood facing the cross but without restraints whilst she did so. I was soon tied to the cross however, with my back to it and wearing my hood and ring gag; whilst unable to move another girl who had arrived after I’d been bound was ordered to go down on me. Apart from a pause during which some of my more sensitive parts were tied and then secured to my collar, Mistress took various implements to the girl’s behind as she bent over and essentially left the majority of her lipstick on my most intimate areas!

After being released from this pleasurable position on the cross my arms were securely harnessed with red rope – including a couple of lengths between my legs – and Mistress had me sit on the dungeon floor whilst she sat near me on the kneeling bench and teased me with her foot. I don’t have a foot fetish but could see myself developing one! Mistress Claire’s chain was then attached and I was led around some of the club including the wet area where the sauna and Jacuzzi are before we returned to the dungeon where I was gagged and the chain attached to the scaffolding. More rope was added and I was taken for another walk still wearing the gag. This bondage was removed around the time that lunch was laid out.

It’s been quite a while since I’ve played with Brian, we’ve known each other for several years through Quest and he’s one of only two men I trust enough to tie me up. So I ended up facing the cross for the second time that day but this time bound to it for a flogging that was more relaxing than painful. Once Brian untied me I was given some time to recover before Mistress Claire wanted to tie my arms behind me and apply my gag; she then decided to take a rest once I was bound and, because I wanted to sit on the floor next to her again, I made her jump by dropping sideways unexpectedly so she thought that I’d fallen!

Miss Kate rather enjoys trying to get me into trouble so, whilst i was sat there and helpless, claimed that I’d said all manner of naughty things (whilst I was actually gagged) before spending some time slapping my thighs as a punishment. She asked me afterwards if I’d enjoyed it… that’s a complicated question to answer when you can’t do much more than nod or shake your head. Yes I had enjoyed it because I’d pleased the person dominating me in the same way I suffer for Mistress Claire to make her happy.

Speaking of which, after I was released It was time for me to be disciplined. Since my pain threshold seemed to be significantly lower than usual – I’d struggled to take the slaps to my thighs more than I’d usually expect, everything just seemed to hurt more but I have no idea why – so i was quite frightened as, after I’d applied my hood and ring gag, Mistress strapped and tied me securely to the bench we’ve been using for this since it appeared a few months ago. I didn’t know how much I’d be able to take and, much as I tried to take it, that vicious metal rod got me again!

Finally, I was tied to the kneeling bench, still wearing both my hood and gag and with my ankles and wrists pulled back behind me so that I could be made to orgasm. Mistress had a plastic bag to go over my head as well which was this time fastened in place, greatly reducing how much air i could get. Another girl arrived in the dungeon around that time who entertained me for a little while by playing with me and pinching my nipples, before Mistress worked her magic and, because I’d rather sheepishly asked for it beforehand, once the bag was removed she also fed me some of the sticky mess I’d made on her fingers as the now returned girl went back to what she’d been doing… I’m not sure where the courage to ask came from, but the idea of having to “earn” the orgasm in such a way has recently become quite a turn on. Those thoughts might need a little more processing…!

Once I was released and completed the task of cleaning up the rest of my own mess from the floor, it was time to start packing our things away and going home. My thanks as always go to Mistress Claire, my Beloved, Brian and Miss Kate for what was a wonderful if often uncomfortable day and indeed my thanks to the two girls who pleasured me – I apologise for not knowing their names but in my defence I was bound, gagged and hooded at the time!

Here comes the bride

The fourth Thursday event on the 25th of May was set to be a little different because my Beloved and I were married the Saturday before and this was to be our second wedding reception and the staff and regulars at Quest did an amazing job! There were decorations and “just married” banners in the bar, cards which had been signed by everybody with messages, a very nice cake for us to cut… it was really lovely of them all and I was at a loss for words more than once! I’d settled on two outfits with the first being a long purple crushed velvet dress that’s a little more modest than my usual choices tend to be and, possibly, a bit more wedding-like than a French maid’s uniform. After accessorising with the white belt from my nurse’s uniform I returned to the bar where Mistress was waiting, looking radiant in a patterned summer dress.

Miss Kate had brought along a black hood with yellow detail that I soon found myself wearing once we were in the dungeon; it was restrictive but comfortable and had an integrated blindfold which meant I couldn’t see out. There wasn’t a gag so I could speak but it was muffled and I ended up being told off a few times for not speaking loudly or clearly enough. My arms were tied behind my back and I was stood against the scaffolding as one ankle was pulled to the side, leaving me balancing precariously on one, stiletto heeled foot. It doesn’t take long for a position like that to become uncomfortable, so I tried to suffer it for as long as possible but was relieved when Mistress decided to release me.

The hood stayed on after the ropes were released however, and I was led to the throne before being bound to it; my wrists and ankles were tied in place, leaving me feeling very vulnerable with my legs apart and knickers on show. Mistress decided that she wanted to see how well padded the hood actually was by slapping me around the face – she wasn’t gentle either so it hurt despite that padding and left my ears ringing! When she’d finished amusing herself at my expense, I was released.

My arms were tied behind me with a crotch rope restricting movement further and I was taken over the to the side of the double-sided cross that faced the wall to be secured. Whilst I was helpless a newcomer to the club called Roxy was ordered to make me cum; she obediently went down on me but sadly the dungeon’s metal floor proved too much before she could complete her task. I did rather eagerly offer to reciprocate if she wanted, but that wasn’t the case.

I was taken down from the cross but, with my arms still bound, Mistress attached a chain to the rope and led me into the bar, wrapping the chain around the poledancing pole and leaving me to first stand and then kneel next to it whilst she sat down nearby. That was an unnerving experience, being on display and I was there for a quite while, occasionally with Mistress standing over me. Eventually I was told to stand but my Alice band had been hanging precariously and finally decided to fall off completely and, after being made to beg for permission to retrieve it, I found that it wasn’t possible to bend that low due to the crotch rope. Mistress very kindly picked it up for me.

We’d returned to the dungeon and Mistress was in the process of untying me when Miss Kate appeared to say the food was out; I was nowhere near free so she went ahead and gathered a plate of food for us each because it does tend to disappear like ice in a desert! After the food was pretty much all consumed the cake came out so that my Beloved and I could cut it, then pieces were handed out to those who wanted them. I then took the opportunity after eating my piece for a change of outfit, heading back to the dungeon in my pink satin uniform and a new apron which my Beloved had found on eBay.

The next tie was myself and Roxy, sitting back to back on the dungeon floor – cushions had thoughtfully been provided – with both of us hooded and me wearing a ring gag. Roxy was sat with her legs straight out but mine were crossed since that was a slightly more comfortable position. It did start to hurt after a while so I had to move around a little – the irony of complaining about an uncomfortable position mere hours before a caning aren’t lost on me – but there were distractions to take my mind of that discomfort whilst we were sitting there and we were eventually released.

Mistress bound my arms behind me again and then turned her attention to Roxy who wanted to be bound over the curved, bed-like piece of furniture; whilst this was happening Miss Kate turned her attention to me and decided that she wanted my face in her crotch again so, after a little working out of logistics, I ended up on my knees whilst she stood on the lower part of the small kneeling bench and pushed my head between her legs. She appeared to enjoy herself despite my lack of participation because I’m almost always far too shy to assume that someone else wants me to do anything in that kind of situation unless I’m told to.

Mistress Claire was wanting another practise at tying a claw so that’s what we did next; this form of bondage feels very restrictive especially since there’s not much movement available to the arms (thinking about it now, it feels a little like surrendering!) but is quite comfortable once applied, although I find that keeping my arm in the right position whilst it’s being tied is something of a strain. It does look rather impressive in the pictures though, and I always enjoy these quieter moments where Mistress practises ropework on me because it’s interesting to watch her work, strangely relaxing for me to stand there doing as I’m told and the results are amazing.

And then it was time for that moment I beg for but dread each month, being bound and hooded for my punishment; she’d received a new cane a few days before and there was a steel rod in her toy bag as well so, since I’d got myself into trouble earlier in the week, it was going to be painful. The newest kneeling bench was used for a second time, this time augmented with extra straps that Mistress had brought along From my perspective this part is always a mixture of emotions; I’m truly scared of the caning that’s about to come because it hurts so much but am also quite aroused, I think because I know how much Mistress will enjoy it. I was hooded but not gagged for this particular session because Mistress Claire wanted to push me until I used my safe word… that meant the swearing that isn’t usually discernable could be clearly heard, along with the occasional bout of begging for lenience until that horrible steel rod came into play and i was reduced to sobbing and saying “red” over and over.

Finally, I was tied to the kneeling bench with my arms behind me and legs apart, my hood and gag were applied and Mistress very generously allowed me to orgasm for her, after which I was released and tasked with cleaning up the mess I’d made on the floor before we started tidying up our things in preparation for leaving since the club would be closing quite soon. Once again I’d like to thank Mistress Claire for a wonderful day, my Beloved for being fantastic and not heckling too much during the punishment and everybody at Quest for an awesome and memorable second wedding reception!