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!