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”.

Extra waitress work

I’ve recently had a change of circumstance which, generally speaking, means that I have the pleasure of seeing Mistress Claire more than once a month if her very busy schedule allows for it! So on the second Thursday of the month I happily trundled across Leeds with the toy bag to Quest. I’d planned to wear my waitress uniform and large apron, but whilst I was getting changed one of the straps on said apron broke, but fortunately I had my pink satin uniform in the toy bag as a spare – there’s always the chance of an “accident” – so that loaned me its apron for the session and I have to ask my Beloved to look at the broken one (and possibly look for a second option online).

Mistress, of course, looked wonderful in her long leather dress and, after we’d said hello and I curtseyed for her, we entered the dungeon and she decided that the first position of the day was to be facing the cross for a little warming up; she also wanted to try something she’d seen done recently to bind my wrists so spent a little while trying different things until my hands ended up in front of me and bound at around head height. Then she turned her attention to my bottom and spanked it as a warm-up before switching to a leather strap. I can receive more pain these days than I used to be able to stand and am developing a deeper love/hate relationship with that accursed strap, but still adore the intimacy of a hand spanking from Mistress and it always feels wonderful.

The next position after a short rest saw me perched rather precariously on the end of the arched bench with my legs apart, wrists pulled down to keep my arms by my sides and, whilst I was being immobilised, my shiny hood and ring gag were applied as well.; this left me vulnerable and constantly feeling like I’d slip forward and fall off, although that never happened. As I’ve noted previously it’s relaxing for me to be in long-term bondage and I was kept there for a while – I have no idea how long under those circumstances of course – since a male submissive who had arranged to meet Mistress arrived after I was restrained and she spent some time tying him t the throne and then dealing with him whilst I just sat there and listened.

Next, I was ordered back onto the cross, facing out this time so that my arms could be bound behind me and Mistress could indulge in a little CBT by tying my naughty bits up and running the other end of that rope upwards to my collar. Once this was in place she proceeded to both tease and strap me, so any pain applied was occasionally augmented as my head involuntarily went back and pulled on the rope! That’s a rather cruel predicament, but Mistress seemed to enjoy it and that means it’s enjoyable if somewhat uncomfortable for me as well. My stockinged feet were also beaten which was something of a surprise, I didn’t expect it to be quite that painful!

The lovely Miss Sarah arrived in the dungeon wearing a grey suit and blouse and, after the three of us chatted a little, announced that she had something for me in her bag – not an ominous thing to hear from someone dominant at all – which turned out to be a pair of handcuffs which were used to lock my wrists together behind my back! I was then led over to the scaffolding, hooded and ball gagged before a rope was run upwards from my collar and my legs were pulled apart and tied into place. I was then tormented by Miss Sarah with a leather strap – it wasn’t the easiest position to reach my behind – and, after the gag was removed, a dildo was used on my mouth whilst Miss Sarah and Mistress both commented on how much I could take. Mistress Claire then produced her strap-on which had a larger dildo and my skills were further tested, ending up with the harness being partially pulled over my head so the dildo was held tightly in place.

This use of my mouth continued after all three of us had made our way to a room, with me being handcuffed and my elbows bound quite tightly together before the shiny hood and ring gag were applied. Miss Sarah then alternated between using my mouth for her own pleasure and returning the favour as it were and both of us had an orgasm with me being allowed to do so first. On returning to the dungeon Mistress Claire told me that she wanted some pictures for somebody she’d been talking to online of her in the process of face sitting; I was hardly going to complain about being the recipient of that of course and Miss Sarah kindly took pictures for us, in fact she was very thorough so I was pinned down beneath Mistress Claire for quite a while and no, that really isn’t a complaint at all!

Then it was time for my regular punishment, the one Mistress likes me to beg for each time I see her; I was told to stand facing the throne and then tied into position with wrists bound to tethering points where the seat met the back and my legs apart against the frame, forcing me to bend over and present myself, a position only enhanced by the rope from my collar down to the base of the chair. Once helpless the punishment began – with hand spankings and the split cane being the most memorable – until I was told that there would be twenty strokes of the cane and that after every I would count and thank Mistress. Each stroke was harsher than the preceding one and, whilst I didn’t lose count, getting the words out clearly became more difficult but I made it to the end eventually.

Once freed and nursing a bruised bum I was ordered to worship Mistress Claire’s feet as she sat on the end of the arched bench; I’ve mentioned previously how enjoyable I find this – at some point I’d like to find out if my new foot fetish extends to other girls or is purely due to the owner of the feet – and, because kneeling meant I wasn’t close enough to do the job properly, ended up lying on the dungeon floor in order to best please her. Mistress and I then retired to one of the rooms for a little while so that I could perform what I’ll rather blushingly call some more intimate worship before leaving the rest to the reader’s imagination.

On returning to the dungeon, I watched as Mistress gave another girl a spanking over the kneeling bench before she decided to do a little rope practice on me and bound my arms securely behind me in a comfortable but restrictive armbinder. Another girl entered the dungeon wanting to be spanked whilst I was bound so I caught up with the lovely Roxy whilst we both watched Mistress Claire at work for a while before we realised that seven hours had simply flown past and it was nearly time to go home. I was released, quickly got changed – surprising a few people in the changing rooms including Roxy with the marks that I’d accumulated on my bum during the course of the day – and said goodbye to Mistress and everyone else left in the club.

My thanks as always go to Mistress Claire for a brilliant time in service to her and to Miss Sarah who I believe was the first person to use my ring gag and indeed me in the manner it was intended! Further thanks have to go to my Beloved – who sadly couldn’t be but, hopefully, will be able to go on the 23rd of November or perhaps for the Christmas event – and indeed to everybody else at Quest. The pictures from this session can be found in the appropriate gallery.

Waiting for magic

The fourth Thursday in July saw me travelling across Leeds on my own in order to meet Mistress Claire at Quest. I had a new outfit to wear, an Alexandra D60 waitress uniform – it’s essentially the same as a nurse’s uniform but in black – with a long apron which seemed to work well together. Mistress was wearing her leather dress, looking amazing as usual and wonderfully intimidating, in part because she’d mentioned being in a more sadistic mood than usual when we’d talked online during the week. I’d offered quite a few ideas for things she could do with me to amuse herself – being chaste means my imagination had already been busy – because, whilst I’m well aware of the phrase “be careful what you wish for”, at that time I was wanting to please my Mistress regardless of how much I’d find myself regretting those suggestions.

On the day itself however, Mistress told me that her mood was far more relaxed so, after I begged on my knees to receive her canes later in the day, I found myself hooded, gagged with the new tube gag I’d recently picked up which has a sink plug and bound facing the cross; once there I was treated to a hand spanking which felt wonderful, followed by a few strokes from her cane presumably to make sure I didn’t get too comfortable. Another maid, I believe called Tina, appeared at the dungeon door wearing a cute PVC uniform and some impressive heels who, after a little cajoling, was persuaded to enter and soon found herself bound to the cross for a similar treatment to the one I’d just received. Although I’m sure she took her caning far better than I tend to, she also shook like a leaf and I found myself holding her hands in a comforting way – she thanked me afterwards which made me blush a little!

Whilst recklessly making suggestions a few days previously, I’d mentioned some of the variations on a strappado that I had seen in videos and pictures online so Mistress Claire had me sit cross legged by the scaffolding, bound my wrists behind me and hoisted them upwards, forcing me to bend forwards. To begin with this was a bearable and immobilising position but it soon proved to be a problem because the rope around my right wrist shifted and began pinching my skin in such an agonising way that I was quite literally begging to be released! Sometimes these things happen and an experienced Dom/me will instinctively recognise the signs in the way Mistress Claire did, usually at the same time as the submissive does.

After that unexpected ordeal I was allowed to rest for a little while before my arms were bound together behind me again and my legs pulled back either side of the larger kneeling bench; I was also gagged and, after tormenting me with her hand and then a cane – the blows were harsh enough to leave marks near the top of my thighs – Mistress went over to her bag and retrieved a pinwheel! I don’t know if it’s been mentioned previously, but I have a phobia of needles which is bad enough that even the threat of something like a pinwheel will scare me but, during a previous discussion on limits, I rather foolishly said that Mistress could use one on me if it would please her so I hope that she enjoyed what I presume was a look of terror in my eyes as she first menaced me with it before proceeding to roll the spiked wheel quite roughly around the more sensitive areas between my legs. I tried my best to keep still for her throughout but it really wasn’t easy and I wriggled quite a bit…

I’ve mentioned previously that I appear to be developing a foot fetish when it comes to Mistress Claire (I’m not sure if it extends to anybody else, perhaps I’ll get to find out in the future) and this is another topic we’d discussed; I was told that worshipping her toes was something I’d need to earn so, again possibly unwisely, I suggested a hogtie on the dungeon floor in the hope that she’d enjoy watching me suffer. I was told to lie on my stomach and restrained before Mistress essentially gagged me with her lovely, stocking-clad toes which left no options other than licking or sucking them in the hope she’d enjoy what I was doing. That did seem to be the case so I’ll hopefully be allowed that pleasure again… even if I have to suffer a stricter hogtie next time.

I was then leant to the lovely Miss Clare who wanted a little rope practise. She said that she liked having a girl with her hands bound behind her to play with once I was in that position, then began teasing, caressing, licking and nibbling; it was an extremely erotic experience standing there as she ran her hands over me or kissed the back of my neck and, although we had an interesting discussion about the symbolism of my maid’s uniform I was more than a little lost in what she was doing to properly contribute to the conversation! Once she was satisfied I was freed and, when Miss Clare sat on the kneeling bench, I knelt in front of her; Mistress tied her wrists back to the bench and I was told to pleasure her; I enjoyed the experience of serving her in that way after the lovely experience she’d given me and she seemed to as well, although I wasn’t allowed to make her cum because she wasn’t ready – I stopped when a man asked if he could join in, letting him take over since Miss Clare was happy with that idea.

Audrey Anne had arrived whilst I’d been hogtied earlier; one of the ideas she’d had whilst we were talking about seeing each other at Quest earlier in the week was that we could be bound together. Mistress had found that suggestion amusing when I’d passed it on and proceeded to tie the two of us tightly to each other. I’d had my own fantasies during the discussion about being gagged and helpless to prevent Audrey Anne from kissing me so asked for my tube gag with that in mind, but then Audrey Anne wanted the same which meant we could only rub our gags together rather than kiss properly! That went on for some time and a few people thought we looked rather cute, but we also got into some trouble because her attention wandered to other things happening in the dungeon and we weren’t kissing enough!

After we were separated, my arms were left tied and I was told to sit down and watch as Mistress soundly spanked Miss Clare; Audrey Anne found that sight very exciting and offered to kiss Miss Clare’s behind better so I watched that happen for a while until I needed to be released. They continued to play for a while longer and I excused myself to get a drink from the bar, only to find that the buffet was already being put out and had started to disappear – I let Mistress Claire know and then scurried off to gather two platefuls of food for her and myself before everything disappeared.

After eating we returned to the dungeon and Mistress Claire wanted to tie me in a classic strappado position so I was bound standing under the scaffolding with my arms pulled upwards in the classic position, keeping me bent at the waist. This position doesn’t look particularly difficult in pictures but it puts a surprising amount of pressure on the calves and indeed thighs if high heels are being worn, but that feeling of helplessness is totally than worth it. Although I was told that despite wearing a gag I’d have to beg for release I tried my absolute best not to in order to please Mistress Claire, she eventually decided to let me go but hopefully enjoyed watching me; the people standing in the dungeon doorway certainly seemed to.

I was allowed another short rest before my arms were once more bound behind me, the tube gag applied and ropes were used to secure me to the throne. As I sat there unable to move or speak, my oral services were offered to two girls who were sitting on the padded top of the cage with Mistress Claire. When they accepted, I was released and ordered onto my knees before Poppy; she must have been very aroused already because it didn’t take much effort on my part before she climaxed but, once I was ordered to do so, getting the other girl Lea to the same point took a lot longer. Eventually she also had a happy ending. It was worth every second of kneeling on the metal floor knowing that I’d given them pleasure and being thanked by both was a lovely bonus.

Once I’d recovered from serving, Mistress wanted to try another strappado that I’d mentioned seeing; this involved me kneeling with my ankles bound together, head down on the dungeon floor whilst my arms were hoisted upwards. This position was again suggested whilst I was being recklessly brave – after I’d tested the position and decided that a cushion was necessary for my head – and I was surprised at how comfortable it was , at least until my arms were released, at which point most of my weight was on my poor knees. It seems to be a viable position for me to take at least a mild caning in the future, several strokes were delivered whilst I was there and I could barely move.

The PVC maid returned to be bound bending over the kneeler for further attention from Mistress Claire; I started off just watching her take it but, when she started shaking again when the cane was used, I found myself holding her hand once more. I was given a quick “warm up” caning over the leg spreading kneeler but without restraints or a gag – an unexpected portent of things to come as it turned out – before Lea returned to the dungeon wanting to be spanked, a request which was granted as I watched and she certainly seemed to enjoy it!

Because things had been so busy for Mistress and the dungeon being particularly warm that day, I did offer to forgo my regular caning – I’m still claiming that I was trying to spare her the effort since the dungeon was very warm and not due to cowardice – but Mistress insisted, although she didn’t feel there was enough time to properly bind or gag me beforehand and instead administered the cane without either. Staying still and not squealing is close to impossible for me in that situation – that’s why I beg for strict bondage and a gag at the same time as I ask for her cane – but I tried very hard to take whatever Mistress felt I deserved without putting up too much of a fight.

Finally, my arms were bound to the throne, the new tube gag strapped into place and a clear plastic bag pulled tightly over my head before Mistress Claire made me orgasm for her as I struggled to breathe and, since I didn’t have a hood or blindfold on, she could look into my eyes as that happened… I usually wear a blindfold or hood so that I’m completely in my own little world during that climax but offered to go without so that she could enjoy the reaction, so hopefully she did. After my climax I was left for a while before the bag was removed and, eventually, untied. We then gathered our things up and sat down for a rest – she was on the kneeling bench and I chose the floor next to her because that position just feels right – before it was time to leave.

To conclude, I have to thank the wonderful Mistress Claire for a fabulous day of torment and bondage, as well as my Beloved who sadly couldn’t be there. My regards also go to the lovely Miss Clare for wanting to have her way with me whilst I was helpless – hopefully I at least partially returned that favour whilst kneeling before her – and to both Poppy and Lea who allowed me to give them pleasure orally. Oh, and to Audrey Anne as well, even if she does seem to spend at least some of her time there getting me into trouble! The pictures taken by Mistress Claire are all in the appropriate gallery and the post title is a reference to a song by Ace Of Base if anyone was wondering…