Tis the season to be bondaged

Before we get to the report itself, regular visitors may have noticed that some of the pictures from this session are more explicit than usual; this website is now labelled as “mature” via SafeLabeling.org or, more accurately, it has been for a few months but the meta tags disappeared when the theme was last updated and I’ve had to find a plug-in which can act as a more permanent solution. And with that duly noted, we now return you to our scheduled programming.

The 21st of December was the Quest Christmas party so my Beloved and I braved the cold winter air, only pausing at McDonald’s for breakfast along the way and nipping into Superdrug because I needed some stockings. Since I’m not as noted previously exactly enamoured with the festive season, rather than dressing up accordingly I instead decided on a shiny bodycon dress over my almost omnipresent corset, adding a PVC skater skirt and wide belt since the dress itself is too short on me. This outfit was initially accessorised with a black Santa hat which bore the legend “bah humbug”, but that didn’t last for very long in part because it would have got in the way!

Mistress Claire was looking amazing in a very fetching shiny black dress and had recently received a new toy so I was ordered to bend over the kneeling bench so she had a target to test it on. I’m not actually sure what to call it – I think it was a tawse of some flavour, the low light of the dungeon and my failing eyesight mean I didn’t get a proper look – but it stung quite a bit even when used relatively lightly. Whilst I was there as her willing victim Mistress took the opportunity to use a couple of other implements on my behind, culminating with ten strokes of the cane which I had to count and thank her for.

Once I was allowed off the kneeling bench Mistress Claire decided to tie me to the throne; I was told to remove my knickers before being restrained and my now exposed intimate area was tightly secured to the O ring at the throne’s base, Mistress went looking through my bag for a gag and instead found a pair of old stockings. The ring gag was then located but, after it was applied, one of the stockings was pulled over my head as well to hold it tightly in place before duct tape was wrapped around my eyes as a blindfold and the second stocking added and tied to the back of the throne.

Now pretty much completely immobile, Mistress amused herself by teasing and tormenting me for a while, and since I couldn’t see what was happening it came as something of a surprise when she produced a marker pen of some kind and proceeded to write on my upper thighs and chest just below the neck! Despite not being able to see I worked out that the body writing said “slut” and no doubt blushed under the two layers of stockings. Things became significantly more uncomfortable when a couple of clamps were applied to a finger on each hand and I was left in my nylon prison to suffer.

During a recent reorganising at home, I’d discovered a posture collar so it had been added to the toy bag. Mistress Claire had also discovered it whilst looking for my hood and gag during the previous tie and was taken with the idea of using it on me, so it was strapped into place before my arms were bound behind me and the panel ball gag added. My old stockings were then used again, this time as a blindfold and, whilst my Beloved sat on the throne, I stood there as she played with my nether regions. Another girl joined in at one point – I have no idea who she was and didn’t even get a chance to thank her – smacking my arse and then reaching around to slap me somewhere far more intimate and sensitive, slowly increasing the strength of each blow to the point where I was literally going more than a little weak at the knees.

Sadly my right shoulder had been playing up in the weeks beforehand and the painkillers I usually take had worn off, leaving me in quite a bit of discomfort and needing to safeword out of that particular tie. Once I’d had a chance to down some ibuprofen and rest a little, my hands were bound behind me in a way that didn’t put as much stress on that joint before I again found myself helplessly tied to the throne with my Lycra hood and tube gag in place. I was teased a little whilst there but mostly left to my own devices for a while.

Miss Vixen entered the dungeon at this point and, once I’d been released, I was ordered to kneel and go down on her whilst she sat on top of the cage; I lost track of time, but we were there for a while before Miss Vixen said that she wanted to take me into one of the rooms so, after I asked Mistress Claire for permission, that’s what we did. To begin with she had me kissing and licking her boots amongst other things but it didn’t take long before she produced a hood I hadn’t previously seen which was PVC on the outside with a rubber lining and only a single opening which allowed me to serve her orally again during the times she wasn’t slapping my face or sitting on it!

Mistress had a girl tied to the throne and was teasing her when I returned to the dungeon, so had me sit on the floor to serve orally whilst she played with the girl’s nipples. This went on for a while until I was ordered over the kneeling bench to count and thank her for another ten from the cane, before a very sound but enjoyable spanking was administered all as the girl watched. After that she was released and left the dungeon, leaving Mistress and I to spend what was left of that afternoon being rather intimate which was very nice. I was fortunate enough to be played with during that time as well but unable to climax again, something I’m beginning to worry about somewhat – I’m really hoping it’s not down to the chastity – before the club’s main lights came up to signal that we had to start getting ready to leave.

Once more my heartfelt thanks have to go to Mistress Claire for a wonderful day, as well as to my Beloved – who thoughtfully saved me a plate of food when the buffet I didn’t even know was due came out – and Miss Vixen. I’d also like to thank the two girls whose names I sadly didn’t catch – I can only apologise once more if they happen to be reading – and everybody else who made the day so enjoyable.

A busy day maiding for Mistress Claire

The 23rd of November was a number of things; as well as being the all-day party at Quest – my Beloved was able to come as well which is wonderful – and another opportunity to serve Mistress Claire it was, although I didn’t mention it to anybody, sort of my birthday… or more accurately Doctor Who day since the first episode was broadcast on that day in 1963. Since my femme name is a reference to the show’s first producer and I don’t actually like birthdays, all of my profiles give that day rather than my actual date of birth.

Putting my bizarre “issues” with celebratory events aside – please don’t get me started on the one coming up in just over three weeks, I’ll be probably disappearing from the internet around that time – I’d decided on my PVC maid’s uniform this time since it hasn’t had an outing for a while so, after changing and trying to get my hair to behave, I made my way to the bar and curtseyed before the wonderful Mistress Claire. After a quick drink, we entered the dungeon and I was ordered to kneel and confess what I’d been doing over the last two weeks; that didn’t make for entertaining listening I’m sure, but because I tried to keep to the “edited highlights” I got myself into a little trouble.

So to begin with Mistress bound me over the kneeling bench and, after some warming up with her hand and then a leather strap, she produced a recently-purchased Cat O Nine Tails; this was the first time I’d experienced one and, despite being similar in design to a flogger, there are barbs at the end of the tails which make it a far more painful toy. For some reason I struggled to take the pain, although I don’t know why so the Cat proved difficult and the cane which followed afterwards was even harder still to the point I was begging and eventually used my safeword – I’m sure that was disappointing for Mistress because it certainly felt that way for me.

After a little more suffering I was released and then bound to the cross for a while, facing away from it with my arms back and my legs together, still in heels which made it more uncomfortable even before Mistress started using her various implements on me. What she had in mind next saw me standing under the scaffolding with my arms tied out on each side; this was a little uncomfortable but, along with my hood and ring gag, Mistress proceeded to make it harder still by pulling my ankles apart and securing them as well. This position proved to be quite difficult especially still wearing my high heels – my calves ached for a few days afterwards – but I’d just about found my balance when something was unexpectedly pushed deep into my open mouth by Mistress who proceeded to roughly push it in and out. I didn’t find out until later that it was a butt plug!

After some tormenting I was untied and led over to the cross with my hood, gag and the plug still in place at least until I accidentally dropped the latter whilst being moved. My Beloved entered the dungeon and joined in with tormenting me for a while until Mistress thought it would be amusing to take me down and have me kneel in front of my Beloved as she sat on the throne, keeping my wrists bound behind me and my hood on which was accessorised with a double ended dildo gag. I couldn’t see much more than vague shapes due to the hood, but apparently the position wasn’t right for the gag to be used in the way it was intended so I instead spent time suffering the metal floor on my knees and that rubber dildo in my mouth.

My Beloved decided to find further entertainment elsewhere in the club so it was back to the cross for me, but not for long because a woman called Mistress Ann had been observing for a while at the doorway (or at least I think she was there, the hood had been on for quite a while by that point) and Mistress offered me to her; I was untied and, without my hood or the dildo gag being removed, was led over to the kneeling bench by her where I was spanked, paddled and flogged – she wasn’t particularly harsh with me despite some encouragement, although there were a few moments where my hair was pulled at the same time which were heavenly so I hope Mistress Ann was suitably entertained by my reactions.

Mistress wanted a little rope practice and decided that she wanted me to learn some of the basics as well because in future she wants me to be able to help out with some of the basic bondage when things get busy in Quest’s dungeon. That idea does feel more than a little… well, odd since I’m very much in “submissive mode” with her, but I’m willing to try my best to please Mistress Claire and was shown a few techniques. One in particular seems simple enough that I should be able to both remember and execute it, although I didn’t get a chance to practise on the day and my home office is in the process of being dismantled right now with all of the bondage gear stored away, but hopefully I’ll get a chance to practise in a week or so when things return to “normal”.

The next position was tied to the throne with two of the three D rings on my collar used to keep my head quite still whilst the third was attached to my wrists to keep them up and helpless. My elbows were also bound to the metal poles at the sides of the throne before my ankles were secured, then Mistress Claire produced one of her worn stockings to go over my head – she had planned on gagging me before that was applied but I asked for the stocking first, which meant some of it was pushed into my mouth when the gag was applied – and this look was finished with a headscarf and then a blindfold.

Whilst I was being restrained Mistress Lucia, Mistress Hastings and Stacy arrived in the dungeon and the latter was promptly bent over the kneeling bench; once I was helpless however, it was decided that Stacy should go down on me but, although that was very enjoyable, I was told that it didn’t come without a price so my thighs were slapped as she worked. After some time it was decided that I’d had enough pleasure which was a little frustrating of course but, after I’d been left for a while, Mistress Lucia did spend some time teasing me. When I was freed and Stacy was bound on the throne in my place, I was told that she deserved some pleasure in return for what I’d received and I’m more than willing to return that kind of favour – hopefully Stacy enjoyed it too.

Audrey Anne had arrived by this point and had been given the task of servicing a girl on the cross before Mistress decide that she wanted her doing the same thing to me, so I ended up sitting untied on throne with her head between my legs; it was an interesting experience, but Audrey Anne is so easily distracted so I wasn’t exactly the focus of her attention most of the time and, as tabloid journalists used to say, eventually I made my excuses when one of the Mistresses wanted to know if the wall-mounted fan worked; me being the tallest girl there even without my heels on prodded some of the buttons to find out for her, but it didn’t have any power.

The lovely Brian put his head around the door to inform us that the food was being put out so, whilst Mistress was busy releasing Audrey Anne, I made my way into the bar and gathered three plates of food for us. After we’d eaten, Mistress told me that she was going into one of the rooms to deal with a submissive girl who I believe was called Claire, so I sat atop the cage in the dungeon to await her return; Mistress Lucia, Stacy and a man were there having a rest as well, and we ended up involved in an interesting conversation about the BDSM lifestyle which covered quite a bit of ground.

When the others moved to a private room I occupied myself for a while with a little dungeon maiding and, after cleaning the kneeling bench down, popped some empty cans and bottles I found on the floor into the bin; I’m not domestic in the slightest and will no doubt have noted that previously, but I do like to be helpful. Mistress returned with Claire around the time I was finishing up and the latter was tied to the throne before I was given the order to go down on her only to be surprised by how well endowed she was almost to the point of choking. That’s completely worthwhile if the person I’m pleasing enjoys the attention and she did at least seem to.

Mistress then wanted to take Audrey Anne and I for a walk around the club on her chain and, after a little exploration, we ended up in the bar area; I asked to be excused for a while to make sure that my Beloved was okay since she was lying on one of the sofas – she was merely tired, but I do worry and wanted to be sure – and Mistress decided to tie Audrey Anne up on the bar floor in what I believe was a loose hogtie. When I returned to Mistress she bound me next to Audrey Anne as well, sitting on a stool afterwards so that she could amuse herself by covering our faces with her stockinged foot. I was also treated to a little face sitting whilst lying there helplessly, something I’ve really started to enjoy when allowed to.

My punishment was due so we returned to the dungeon and I was bound over the kneeler. As with the caning earlier in the day, for some reason I was really struggling to take pain but at least managed to count twenty strokes for Mistress and thank her for them. I really don’t know why it was a problem and, thinking back now, am still a little upset that I couldn’t take more. Finally, I was bout for an orgasm although that didn’t go to plan either and no matter how hard Mistress Claire tried I didn’t cum. She’s of the opinion I had an accidental, nocturnal emission at some point when I was chaste – I think the mark that I later found down there might have contributed to the problem, although goodness alone knows where it came from because I don’t remember – and made me deal with myself as it were, which was more than a little embarrassing and, although desperation meant it happened, the shy part of me cringes thinking about doing it like that…

After I’d cleaned my little mess up it was time to pack everything away, get changed, say our farewells and head off into the night. To finish I’d like to thank Mistress Claire for another wonderful day in service to her and my Beloved; it was so nice to have her there. My thanks also to Mistress Ann, Mistress Hastings, Mistress Lucia, Stacy, Claire and Audrey Anne – my apologies if I’ve misspelt any of your names – all of whom it was a pleasure to share the dungeon with. I was so pleased to receive all manner of compliments regarding my conduct throughout the day and one about my legs too! The pictures from the day can be found in their gallery and my next outing will be in just under three weeks for the Christmas event, but I have no idea what to wear for that although I do have a black Santa hat that says “bah humbug”.

A brand new bag

My Beloved and I made our way to Quest in Leeds on the 23rd of March for the all day TV event. The outfit I’d chosen to wear for the day was to be my black PVC French maid’s uniform with the corset underneath, combined with hold up stockings and my favourite four inch heels. After changing I dropped off the toy bag in Quest’s dungeon and went to meet Mistress Claire in the bar, curtseying and offering to carry her bag as we moved to the dungeon.

The first tie of the day was to the scaffolding pole, with my arms being bound into position first before Mistress Claire spread my legs and had me balancing precariously on my heels which in turn put a lot of pressure on my calves and ankles which ached for days afterwards! I was hooded and gagged for this before some pictures were taken and then, pretty much out of nowhere as far as I was concerned, an airtight plastic bag was placed over my head! By coincidence I’d actually spent a week or so fantasising about breath play after seeing some videos on Xhamster, so it was almost as though Mistress Claire had read my mind which is a concern considering the mess it’s usually in.

The experience is a little difficult to quantify. Physically it was like a more subdued and far less immediate version of my reaction to poppers, my vision darkened a little at the edges and I felt lightheaded. Emotionally it was more complex, after over a year playing together I trust Mistress Claire of course, but there was still a mixture of fear and arousal from being so far out of control that she could literally when or indeed if I could breathe. But there wasn’t any sense of panic and, when I was released and subsequently bound again to the throne with my naughty bits bound, I did ask for the bag a second time.

Mistress Claire decided to bind me in a ball tie whilst sitting cross-legged on the dungeon floor; a rope between my legs and collar kept me bent forwards and a leather strap around my arms held them in place – this proved surprisingly comfortable despite the hard metal floor and being bent forwards. Thoughts of being ordered to do various things crossed my mind at the time, but I’m not sure that would have been possible with my head so low and being pulled downwards.

It was decided that I should spend some time in the cage, so that’s where I found myself, crawling on all fours into the uncomfortable space and, after a false start at trying to tie my hands behind my back and outside the bars – a lip in the cage meant it would have caused problems – I was eventually left there with my wrists bound in front of me and the door tied shut. After Mistress Claire prodded me with her foot through the bars for a while, Audrey Anne was bound lying next to me and I was left to suffer that hard wooden cage floor and uncomfortable position in her company.

Once we were both released, Mistress Claire tied us together side by side and led us on a leash around some of the club; this was more difficult than last time when we were in single file and doorways in particular required a little negotiation! — Audrey Anne spent most of the day in trouble, especially with Kate who had her standing with her hands cuffed, leash secured to the scaffolding and facing the wall for quite a while, with attempts to turn around or gain attention being “rewarded” with harsh spankings – i think her bottom was redder than mine by the end of the day!

One of the ideas Mistress Claire had been toying with for a while was to tie my arms back and have someone else feed me, so with Audrey Anne there it seemed like a good opportunity to put that into practise. The only problem was that Audrey Anne had a few… issues with behaving herself, so what would usually have taken five minutes seemed to drag on for an age; at one point when she was taken away for punishment I ended up eating half of the food on my plate unaided, picking up cocktail sausages and pieces of pork pie with my teeth! It has been noted in the past by others that I’m quite talented with my mouth, but I’m not sure this is what they’re referring to…?

After the food we returned to the dungeon and I was tied sitting on the kneeling bench for a while; usually this would be a comfortable, long term position but my damned shoulder began playing up and I had to ask to be released. I was allowed a rest to recover and, since it would soon be time to go home and I’d begged for a punishment at the start of the day, Mistress Claire strapped me securely over the small kneeling bench before applying my panel ball gag and blindfold. The intention was to send me home with marks but things didn’t quite go as planned!

Poor Audrey Anne was watching the caning so kept asking for permission to kiss my afflicted bum better and, whilst I volunteer readily to suffer at Ma’am’s hand in this way, the caning in particular is something I need to get through quite fast before the part of me regretting life choices and questioning sanity wins over! So rather than leaving cane marks, Mistress Claire instead took me over to the larger kneeling bench with my gag and blindfold still in place, bound me to it and allowed me an orgasm with the bag once more over my head, not realising quite how “floaty” I’d become until afterwards!

My only regret was that, after I’d been released, Mistress Claire mentioned giving me some marks and I chickened out, knowing how much harder it would be to take the cane post orgasm and begging her not to; if we find ourselves in that situation again I will try to be more brave. And on that note, I’d like to thank Ma’am, my Beloved, Audrey Anne and everybody else at Quest for another wonderful day and say how much I’m looking forward to the next one!

A version of this post was originally added on the 14th of April but lost when my poor, beleaguered server’s hard disk finally conked out and, because the backups had failed to run without me betting any alerts, the only option was to roll everything back a month to the last good version.