BY PETERMACS – SEE HIS BLOG HERE FOR MORE OF HIS ADVENTURES
(NEXT EVENT EXTENDED BONDAGE DAYS Friday MAY 18TH 2012 From 10am to 9pm: With:Goddess Mistress Demonic, Mistress Atrum Dea & Goddess Cleo)
Fun.
As anyone who knows me at all, I don’t take myself very seriously. Don’t get me wrong, I take many things very seriously indeed, like my commitment to my family, my job etcetera, just not myself.
This generally applies to my past-times, I shoot, fish, go to live music concerts and Formula One races. None are an obsession and none are pursued with a miserable single-mindedness that makes it all hardly worth the effort.
The closest thing I have to an obsession is with dressing up (first) and bondage (second).
So when I booked in with Mistress Atrum-Dea for a three hour session in a Northfleet dungeon I was aiming to have fun.
As you’ll know if you’ve read my previous blogs, MAD does make bondage fun. She has a great sense of humour and clearly enjoys her bondage.
She (MAD) and a couple of other ladies had arranged a day at the Northfleet dungeon where multiple attendees would be treated to what makes them happy in return for a very moderate contribution. The deal being that you (one or in this case, me) would not be alone as they’d being taking care of more than one at a time.
Total discretion was provided for in staggered arrival times, separation from others whilst we were being “prepared” and hoods all round to spare blushes, and in my case add significantly to the pleasure as I really rather enjoy being hooded.
So I arrived at 10AM, was told to come to the front door and was meet by MAD. This alone was a great pleasure as I have been pretty much full time in Sheffield for a while and have not been to see MAD for ages.
Having got acquainted she introduced me to a couple of the other ladies there, no names I am afraid as my anticipation of the fun to come was that it rendered my brain a virtually useless mush.
First off I was taken into the basement, which is also the dungeon, and introduced to the lady of the house, and what a wonderful house. Upstairs is very elegantly furnished and decorated, the basement is a chamber of pure delight (if you like my sort of this that is).
I changed into my nightdress, tights, pants, thigh length boots and blue Rainmac mac. MAD had first applied my leather hood, expertly tightened and fastened to assure my own anonymity.
MAD then arranged the luggage straps on the floor but before inviting me to lie down, had put some heavy latex bondage mitten on me and buckled them tightly at the wrists. They were inflatable but on this occasion were not inflated. That said they easily did the job of rendering my hands useless as escape devices. On my first ever visit to MAD she tied me up in such a way that I was able to escape, and she has never repeated that particular error!
The multiple parts to my enjoyment of bondage include the actual being tied up, the being left when tied up but also very much the struggle and attempt to escape.
MAD then had me lay down on the straps and she trussed me, as I came come to expect with great fervour and relish. One of the things about MAD being so keen on bondage is that she chats all the time she is tying me up, and that for me is a great pleasure.
I have no interest in the fake, yes mistress, no mistress thing. No criticism of it as we all have our thing, that is just not mine. My bondage is applied to me by people who like tying other people up and I like being dressed and tied up. Period. I am not a slave just an ordinary bloke.
Once I was secured on the floor, the next inmate was brought in and then another.
All of the time I was one the floor struggling against my bonds, with MAD applying more and tightening them if she saw me being in anyway successful. But I was also able to enjoy the banter going on between the ladies (I think there may have been four) as they went about their business.
The joy and sheer fun with which they went about their job was great to listen to, as in fact was their induction of the other visitors into the dudgeon.
It was all a bit Cynthia Payne, and all the better for it, and executed with the good humour that, in my experience at least, only the British can really do and appreciate.
Only bloke was wrapped in cling film and had some sort of electrical device of his own making allied (to his balls I think) and the measures the ladies took to ensure safety was very impressive.
Another like to be kicked in the balls, a direct client of MAD but also kicked in the balls by the lady of the house. Not my cup of tea to be quite honest but it seemed to make his day even though each kick was enough to elicit the sort of “oooff” sound of a man properly kicked in the balls.
MAD kept applying more bondage, including attaching my feet to a rope attached to the ceiling, not pulling me up, just keeping my feet from touching the floor.
After a couple of hours, MAD undid me and took of my blindfold (I forgot to mention that I was blindfolded all the time I was tied up) and escorted me upstairs. In passing through the dungeon I was able to observe both “kicked in the balls” and “wrapped and switched on”, a very erotic experience and they appeared to be having an equally good time of it all. Of course, both were blindfolded (wrapped and switched on also may have had the bulk of his head wrapped), but my point is that discretion was maintained at all times.
MAD then tied me up on a bed, and then to the bed, for a very relaxing final hour of my three hour stay.
In all, a thoroughly enjoyable visit for many reasons: reacquainted with MAD, bondage, dressing up, the general atmosphere and the final flourish that MAD applied to me whilst I was tied to the bed.
A quick shower and then I was off, in time for my 2PM conference call, more relaxed that in a while and set fair for a great weekend.
I’ll be off to visit MAD in April for a one on one and will most certainly be visiting her next joint venture day with the ladies. This time I’ll ensure that I have no conference calls to attend and will stay for longer.
