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!

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.