Nobody could ever accuse me of being the sort of bondage Mistress who gets her kicks only from strict bondage humiliation or making my bondage clients crawl across the floor to lick my boots.
I have always prided myself on more subtle ways to pander to my bondage clients tastes by introducing just slightly more bondage than they expected in order to push their bondage limits a little each time they session with me.
So, it was perhaps out of character to have so much bondage fun with an innocent little East Bondage Bunny who came to see me in my London BDSM Laboratory premises earlier this year.
The pictures accompanying this blog will give you a good idea of how playful I was feeling that day because, even before the session started, I had laid out a set of fun and games in my main dungeon room which gave ample clues as to what was coming.
A chicken coxcomb set of orange gloves, a fancy black rabbit-eared hood to compliment my all black =Bondage Mistress outfit, and – perhaps most revealing of all – an orange carrot-shaped dildo which I knew would fit comfortably (or perhaps uncomfortably) in my bondage friend’s mouth or rear.
Add in the balloons, and the piece de resistance of the Easter egg box I had labelled as “Totally Nuts,” and the theme for the day could not have been clearer.
This particular client is not only a long-serving admirer of mine, and a long-serving visitor to my chambers, but also a man of mature years who nobody could rightly describe as a spring chicken?
But he can be great fun and is always only too willing to dress up and perform in any way which might amuse me.
Once he dons his rubber bondage suit, his hood, and his fetchingly coloured purple leggings, then he knows he is in for a fun ride for the day.
I thought that the BDSM Laboratory looked pretty with all its balloon decorations and the one certainty is that there were a lot of laughs along the way as my Easter bunny got into the spirit of the occasion.
He was soon secured inside his Easter egg box, and then had his outfit topped up with his “It’s No Yolk” hat. Ok, I apologise for the pun; I do know that sometimes my sense of humour and the silly fun and games that delight and amuse me are occasionally over the top for some tastes.
I cannot deny, however, that when one spends the majority of one’s working life inside the persona of a dominatrix putting men through their paces, it is a refreshing change of pace to spend the say in the laboratory creased up with laughter.
That is not, of course, to say that there was not a suitable side dish of sexual excitement, pain and humiliation and bondage in my Easter bunny’s day!
He was pretty helpless inside his easter egg box, and my fingers and hands can be teasing instruments of torment when they start rummaging around in your Easter package.
At one stage he was suspended upright in the Laboratory among all of my bondage equipment while having to simply admire my charms as I stopped for a while to record the event for posterity with my camera.
The observant among you may have noticed that there is also a vibrating Hitachi wand on the bench in one photograph; perhaps clue as to how the teasing continued once the stills had been taken.
All in all, I had a blast of a day, and my Easter bunny friend was beside himself with gratitude for the chance to spend a whole day – however humiliating the circumstances – with his much-adored Mistress.
