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!

New year, new dungeon layout

The fourth Thursday in January saw me lugging my bag of tricks across Leeds to see Mistress Claire at Quest‘s all day TV event. I’d decided pretty much at the last minute to wear my pink maid’s uniform along with matching shoes and Alice band, as well as the replacement for my “old faithful” cheap corset which had arrived a few days before. I really don’t talk anywhere near as much as I should about how fantastic Mistress Claire looks – I struggle with both receiving and giving complements generally, something I need to work on – and, whilst it’s always true, in this particular case she’d chosen a leather catsuit and thigh length boots which drew even more well-deserved attention than normal from onlookers and left me more weak at the knees than usual!

The first tie of the day was to what I’ll have to stop referring to as the “new bondage chair” (it’s been in the dungeon for a few months now but has at least changed position since last time, I’ll give it a little thought before the next report, but “throne” seems oddly appropriate despite the person sitting in it being bound in place with their legs embarrassingly held apart) with rope since the straps had mysteriously disappeared! Once securely tied in place with my naughty bits tightly bound for good measure, I was then hooded and my ring gag applied just before a girl who wanted to have her way with me entered the dungeon and asked Ma’am for permission.

I do have to say that it’s incredibly arousing to be caressed, fondled, groped, ground against and rather forcefully kissed whilst completely helpless like that, not knowing who is doing it, what they have in mind or indeed being able to do anything about it. This onslaught went on for some time (although I’d be hard pressed to say how long since I was in my own little world throughout in part due to the hood) and, after the first girl was satisfied, another took over! I honestly can’t say who did what because it all blended together in my mind, but I do remember someone whispering into my ear about how beautiful I was through the lycra hood.

The next position was a punishment; my wrists, elbows and ankles were very tightly bound together and the O ring on my collar secured to one of the tethering points on the scaffolding before I was gagged and blindfolded. Mistress Claire later described this position as a form of “predictive bondage” where the victim spends their time helpless and worrying about what would happen if they were to lose their balance whilst teetering in that permission. I suspect this was a light punishment but my imagination has been both nervous but excited about how precariously strict this position could become with less slack on the rope to the collar or “stimuli” being applied to temporarily distract from the predicament! After being left to worry for a while I was released and the next position was sitting on my familiar kneeling bench with a hood and gag applied – I spent quite some time that way and, not long after being released, we were told that the food had been put out so made our way to the bar.

On returning to the dungeon, Mistress Claire tied my arms behind my back in a restrictive but surprisingly comfortable position and just as she was applying the finishing touches Vixen also turned her attention to me, specifically by producing her rubber doll hood and pulling it over my head before zipping it up. Since Ma’am was about to deal with a girl called Claire who wanted to experience bondage for the first time – a friend of Jemma’s from the previous report – I spent some time as Vixen’s willing plaything; we tried to find a position we’d both be comfortable in and I ended up sitting on the metal floor in front of her as she stood to use me orally, apparently enjoying herself because she eventually left a sticky mess all over the hood!

Afterwards the two of us sat down together for a chat – I was already sitting with my arms still bound and, until I managed to stand leaning on the kneeling bench, had assumed myself to be stuck there without help – with one of the main topics being dominance; Vixen feels that she’s nowhere near as dominant as Ma’am and I’d agree with that, but as long as she enjoys playing the way she does and the people she’s with enjoy it too it’s all good really. I’m all too happy to help in that respect, as it were, as long as Mistress Claire is happy with me doing so.

Once I’d been freed again and Vixen had said goodbye, Mistress Claire, myself and Claire retired to one of the bedrooms; Jemma joined us initially as Ma’am bound Claire in a comfortable but restrictive position on her side but, once she saw that Claire was comfortable, Jemma left to entertain herself. I was restrained me on my back with my wrists bound to the top of my thighs and we spent a relaxing time together in the darkened room. I was released when Claire needed to be untied, so Ma’am and I took a small break in the bar before returning to the dungeon.

I was bound sitting on the kneeler again with blindfold and ring gag applied for a wonderful orgasm which, to my shame, I realise now that I might not have seemed appropriately thankful for at the time; I was left bound in a post-orgasmic haze until released and soon found myself bending over the small kneeler where my wrists were bound so that I could receive the now regular caning; perhaps it was because I’d so recently been relieved sexually, but I seemed to be less able to suffer for Ma’am than usual and spent a lot of time writhing around and sobbing. This is something I perhaps need to build up some courage to discuss with Mistress Claire, because I don’t want to spoil her enjoyment and may need to ask for more firm restraint in future!

After I was released it was time to change and head home. As always my thanks need to go to the fantastic Mistress Claire for a wonderful day because it wouldn’t be anywhere near as amazing without her there. I’d also like to thank Vixen for “making” me wear her hood and what happened next, as well as the girls who used me for their own arousal whilst I was helplessly bound.

Non-specific December greetings

I wasn’t sure if Mistress Claire would be able to make the last Quest TV event of 2016 but fortunately she was; my Beloved had wanted to attend because it was to be a Christmas event (very few people dressed for the occasion and I’m not particularly fond of the “festive season” myself so my only concession was a “bah humbug” hat) so, pausing at McDonalds for breakfast, we made our way to the club. I’d decided to wear my black PVC maid’s uniform, corset and the black 4″ heels with ankle straps – which reminds me, I’ve been saying that I want another pair of black court shoes so talking about it here might actually wedge that thought into my long term memory – although I did completely forget to put my favourite collar on whilst getting changed and dressing as a maid but forgetting the collar feels a little… well, odd really!

Before we started, I needed to apologise to Mistress Claire because my previous report was shockingly late. This apology took place in the dungeon with her sitting on the padded top of the cage whilst I knelt before her on the hard metal floor and stumbled over my words a little whilst trying to get across how sorry I was. Thankfully she was in a good mood so, whilst I was to be punished and quite rightly so, Ma’am was more forgiving than I could have hoped for. Despite the discomfort of the floor I did enjoy kneeling before my Mistress like that and, thinking about it now, it’s not something she often insists on… perhaps I need to volunteer more often?

To begin with, Mistress Claire moved the kneeling bench into one of the corners and I was bound to it before being hooded and having my panel ball gag applied; I was left that way for quite a while, unable to move, see or speak but feeling relaxed as well whilst listening to what was happening around me. Ma’am has previously experimented with the new bondage chair that Quest added to their dungeon and wanted to try a few things so, after being released, I soon found myself suffering a teensy amount of discomfort whilst sitting with my legs open and restrained by the leather straps as my wrists were bound with rope to tethering points on the chair and my Lycra hood and ball gag applied again.

One of the dungeon’s visitors that day was Jemma, who hadn’t previously been tied up but, whilst understandably nervous, wanted to experience it. She took my place on the bondage chair and, once securely strapped and tied down, was fondled through her knickers by Ma’am for a while until I was ordered to take over and then kiss her whilst doing so. I possibly don’t come across as shy but in many respects I am so snogging someone who couldn’t get away from me was an unusual experience! Once Jemma had been released I was bound again, this time with my arms behind me so that I could be led around the club by Mistress Claire and, when we returned to the dungeon my legs were also bound to render me immobile once more. I stayed in this position for a little while until we heard that the buffet had been put out, although by the time I’d been freed a lot of the food had already been eaten!

Next Mistress Claire wanted some rope practise and I happily stood as she applied a Dragon tie to my upper body; the result was quite strict but still comfortable; there was a crotch rope as well which made moving around a little more interesting. The small kneeling stool was my next destination before my knees were bound together and a blindfold and my gag applied; having Mistress Claire press herself against me whilst she worked on the ropes binding me to the chair was a wonderful experience and I was then left in my own little world for a while with just the crotch rope and Ma’am’s occasional but painful attention.

We had another quick rest once I was released and then retired to one of the bedrooms with Jemma; Ma’am had decided that I was only there to observe and therefore bound my wrists behind me, so I was left to one side on the bed as Mistress Claire and Jemma got to know each other more intimately. We were there quite a while and I suspect this uncomfortable position might have been part of my punishment for being late with the report but, once they’d finished getting to know each other, I was freed and taken back into the dungeon and bound over the small kneeling stool so that a more physical form of discipline that left marks could be delivered – Ma’am also drew a couple of crosses on my behind with a marker pen to help with her aim in the low light of the dungeon! I know that she wasn’t in a particularly sadistic mood that day so I got off quite lightly all told, although it didn’t feel like that during the punishment itself and I squirmed around in my restraints… although with that said, there’s a part of me that occasionally dreams of suffering until she cries but the rest of me is trying to gag her!

By that point it was quite late in the day and, since I’d remained chaste for two weeks before seeing Mistress Claire but hadn’t been given any release… well, I rather selfishly asked! She said that she hadn’t planned on doing it but (at which point I think my heart might have skipped a beat) but agreed – presumably due to the almost pathetically desperate look on my face – and secured me to the bondage chair for a second time before letting me squirt and taking a final, post orgasmic picture as I sat there, bound and exposed. And that was the last act of the day, so to finish this report I must thank Mistress Claire for dealing with me whilst being wonderful as always and my Beloved because it’s never quite the same when she isn’t there to wander into the dungeon to tease me whilst I’m helpless! And thanks to all of the people at Quest that day for making it an enjoyable event.