I cannot believe a whole month has passed since the ‘Masquerade’ themed Retribution where I celebrated My birthday. So much has happened since then that in some ways, I was hoping that Retribution would not be a let down this month and it wasn’t, only a little quieter in atmosphere.
I was expecting to take a couple of guests with Me last night and made appropriate arrangements with slave tate to work around that but they had to cancel at the last moment. Preparation for the night would be less hectic and W/we got ready at My leisure. My maid was locked into her shoes and posture collar and W/we took turns to do up O/one another’s corsets.
O/our arrival at Retribution was timed perfectly with slave connor and there were a number of familiar faces with an even greater number of unfamiliar faces. This club continues to draw new people each month. Generally My routine at Retribution is to do some socialising to start with before any play. I can’t really change that routine as there are normally so many friends to greet upon arrival and that ends up taking some time – LOL.
For a couple of months I have been wanting to do a tickle torture session with slave connor at Retribution. My slave has such a delightful, infectious laugh and he is EXTREMELY ticklish *wicked grin*.
I tied him up between two trees outside where I could easily access both his chest and his back. After tormenting him with My fingers for at least 10 minutes, I then invited another Mistress to join Me in his torture. The giggling got everyone laughing which was not at all surprising. Eventually after what probably felt like a very long time to My slave, I ended his torment and allowed him to recompose himself after the intense experience and the fabulous headspace he was in afterwards.
With rope still in hand, My Mistress friend wanted to tie her pet to the tree so I volunteered to use My rope and knowing the cheeky little pet, I used a straightforward method of tying her to the tree to test her escapist skills. Once I know how long it takes her to get out of her bondage, I will then mentor her Mistress on which bondage to use in future which will be inescapable *WEG*. And there was the cheeky pet thinking she was so clever in extricating herself from the rope!
Now I was on a roll and ready to play with My serving sub who secured the cross on the main stage. My floggers and paddles warmed him up and My delightful Rubber Paint Brush Whip (in My hand in the photo) was perfect for his nipples as were My fingers *GRINS*.
By the time I was ready to use My Dragon’s Tongue and Devil’s Tongue, woobieman was in a heightened emotional headspace which was perfect. Not only did My serving sub handle the heavy inflictions of those two implements, he then took 50 cuts of My cane to finish up with before the obligatory finale with My vampire gloves.
Two intense sessions in one night – what a delightful way to spend an evening, with thanks to My collared slave and My serving sub.
After all that exertion, I relaxed with a couple of glasses of delicious Cabernet Sauvignon (courtesy of slave tate) and socialised for the remainder of the evening until I was ready to depart around 1.30AM. My maid had earlier asked if I she was permitted to have one glass of wine but I declined at that time. Now I was happy for both My slaves to have one glass of wine each. Then I was ready to leave another great Retribution experience and plan ahead for the next one as My toy will have returned from her overseas trip by then.