Devotion

The nights have marched onwards, relentlessly increasing their hold on our lives....Morning Mutt walks are now carried out in half light, evening ones in gloom.  The seasons move on and we adapt.

It is with the changes that we finally got to do something that we haven't done for a very long time, we went to a club and played.......

Devotions is an event run a few times a year for Mistresses and subs/slaves.  This was our first visit and I had been anticipating it for quite along time.  Its held near Birmingham, which is officially England's 2nd city, although I understand that Manchester now claims that prize.  Birmingham if you don't know is located in the middle of England, some 125 miles (192k i think) north of London.
It covers quite a small area, but is regarded by those who don't know; to cover a larger swath of Middle England such as Sandwell, Oldbury and West Bromwich etc.....

Devotions is located in West Bromwich which is to be found a little to the West of Birmingham.  We arrived last Sunday afternoon just after 1400, parking was fine and we made our way to the venue, i lugging along a metal case with various "Toys!!!!"  It was rather heavy.  We entered what one could only assume from the outside to be a Nightclub and were relieved of £15.00 each before we could venture in.  Believe me £15.00 was well worth it.  I was please to see that there was a very strict no mobile phones policy.  A House Slave welcomed Mistress and I politely enquiring if we had been before and offered to give us a tour.  Mistress accepted and off we went.  The venue turned out to be a Swingers Nightclub that also provided other themed events such as this one.  I am some what pleased to report that there was no "Swinging" to be seen at any stage during our visit.

The main room had a long Bar, a Dance Floor that had various pieces of equipment, Crosses, Spanking Benches etc and seating around the outside of the Dance Floor.  Sections of the Carpet in the Seating area were taped indicating that as you entered that section restrictions on subs/slaves applied, such as no talking, or crawling only.  The room was already busy but not over crowded.  We were ushered to a separate area that housed Booths (one assumes for private bonking on swingers nights) and then to a smaller play area that again housed some BDSM equipment.  Moving back up stairs we were taken into a well lit seating area.  A Mistress Tea Party was under-way.  Mistress was escorted to a table and i knelt at Her feet.  She rang a small bell and a TV Maid appeared to enquire to Her requirements.  The Maid was immaculately dressed, hair perfect, make-up classy; not cheap.   Mistress requested Tea, I was not allowed, this was a Mistress Tea Party and subs/slaves were not allowed to have tea.  Mistress and i chatted while looking around, there were about 8 or 9 other Mistresses/Ladies seated at tables, some accompanied, others not.  It was clear everyone of the Ladies had made an effort and looked wonderful.  It was noticeable to me that the only voices that could really be heard were Female. slaves in the main were silent or quite spoken. There was an aura of peace, tranquillity and calm.  The Tea arrived and was served with a little curtsy which was polite and respectful.... Mistress and I both noticed that the handle of the cup was the wrong way round!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   Mistress was very kind to the TV Maid and quietly pointed it out to the Maid who went a bit red around the cheeks and curtsied again while thanking Mistress for pointing out her error.  I would not have got away so lightly.  Mistress could see the Maid was nervous and had made allowances.

There was a cake platter on the table and i was instructed to pass it over so that Mistress could choose a small dainty cake.  She kindly fed me tit-bits, I'm not sure if She was allowed to do this, but i don't think anyone really minded.  my knees were beginning to hurt and ache.  Well i am over 50 you know......Eventually i was allowed to sit on the ground at Mistresses feet, always a good place to be....

Mistress rang the bell again and had a second cup before leading me down to the Main Room,  She strolled gracefully towards a seat and i realised that if would have to crawl the last 15 feet as we were entering a Controlled Zone.  Not easy to do at my age on my own, with the heavy case, well harder that you might thing.  Mistress sent me to the Bar to get Her a soft drink and I was allowed to get a bottle of water.  The Bar seemed to have the normal things one would expect to find in a Night Club and the prices; very fair in my opinion.   On returning I had realised that i would be expected to crawl the last bit, but with drinks in my hand and an eye to Health & Safety (don't laugh) i didn't crawl but quickly took a couple of big strides to get to the table hoping that no-one noticed or if they did not to say anything. Of course everyone was so busy enjoying themselves i escaped notice, phew.  Shortly afterwards  i was sent off to get changed/undress.  I ended up in partially clad with Trainers on, maybe the Trainers don't quite cut it, but Mistress was not willing to take any chances with unforeseen damage to Her property.  On my return; Mistress Collared me; fixing Her Collar round my neck while i knelt before Her.  This is one of the most important rituals we have, i take it very seriously, as does She.

A voice called out for order, the Lady who was hosting the event took command instructing all subs/slaves to sit in the middle of the Dance Floor so that an "Ice Breaker" game could be played.  Numbered Balloons were handed to the Ladies and the boys instructed to take turns throwing a large dice.  What ever number landed on the dice the boy who had thrown the dice then had to crawl around the floor looking for a Lady who held a Balloon with that number.  The boy then had to burst the balloon and read the forfeit hidden inside.  I had to do a whole lap of the dance floor, on my knees!, before I found a correctly numbered balloon.  As i am Owned i had to show the forfeit to my Mistress and gain Her consent before carrying it out.

No im not going to tell you what it was i will leave that to your own imagination.  To give you an idea though some of the forfeits were being spanked for 3 mins, massaging feet, pole dancing.
Most of the Ladies really seemed to enjoy it.  Mistress had a foot massage by a naked young man who had a chastity device fitted.  She said he was very good and had enjoyed the foot massage.

After the games people started to play.  We watched for a time soaking in the atmosphere before getting into a deep conversation with an American or Canadian Lady who was fun and friendly.  I always throw in a polite question just to see if the Lady is sub friendly or not.  She was came across as gracious and charming to both of us.  I have observed that most Dominant Ladies are normally polite to subs as a matter of course.

People started to "Play" and soon the room was full of the sounds of spanks, slaps, whistles\zip from canes and of course the accompanying cries, yelps and the odd plea.  One poor or lucky boy, depending on your point of view was getting a right caning from a leather clad rather sexy Mistress, he did lots a wriggling and squealing while securely fixed to a spanking bench.  She really laid it on.

Mistress suddenly decided that we were going to play, i had at one point thought that She had decided against it.  When we use to go out years ago Mistress was never to keen on public play and to some extend neither was I.  I think the thing that changed Her mind was that it as in our view everything was "the right was round".  Normal BDSM events have a mixture of Male and Female Doms/subs.  Each to their own and all that, but this was an event where Mistress and Mistresses could let their hair and guard down and really enjoy themselves.

Disappointedly all the equipment everywhere was in use, I assumed that was it then just before Mistress frog marched to to a booth and ordered me to "Strip boy!"  I did and was ordered to put on the ball parachute.  This leather device wraps around the testicles in a cone shape trapping them.  Three small chains hang down from the bottom of the parachute, these in turn link to a large ring.  My wrists were cuffed to my collar so that my hand could only move 3 or 4 inches from my neck, leaving my totally exposed and vulnerable. The first of the heavy weights was taken out of the case and Mistress weighed it in Her hand before clipping the weight onto the ring and.......dropping it from a height, my breath was taken away before i let a little moan out.  The aching began.  My hands twitched and jerked, breathing became harder, moving even harder.  The door to the booth had purposely been left open and i was ordered to walk up to the far end of the corridor and back.  When i say walk, in this case i shuffled; the weight swinging as i moved increasing the pain.  On my return Mistress pulled back my foreskin and sank Her razor sharp nails into the head of my cock.....I screamed, She smiled.  Shit i thought She's really in a sadistic mood.  Looking back now i can see that it was seeing all the other Ladies Playing that had set Her off.  Another weight was added and then a third......kicking the weights She laughed at my moans and sent me off on another wander up the corridor.  A Lady appeared on Her way to the Main Room, seeing what was going on She decided to watch, i was ordered to curtsy before Her as I went passed, not too easy to do when your hauling what seems to be a couple of tons by your balls!!!!!!.  I was in so much pain i couldn't look at Her face, i was hunched over in torment.  It got worse, each time i returned to Mistress another dammed weight was added, kicked and then i sent on my way.  Each time as i returned to Mistress i had to curtsy to the watching Mistress, each time She thanked me in a soft silky way, i could tell by the tone She was really enjoying my agony and humiliation. How i kept the weights off the floor i don't know, or rather i do, there would have been even worse torment and punishment if i had shown my Mistress up in front of anther Lady. Eventually Mistress tired of the game and unclipped the parachute, this always leads to me crying out, the pain when the blood returns is mind bending, especially when your balls are being roughly massaged.  With no pause for breath i was placed firmly across Mistresses knees where i then endured one of the most savage beatings on my bum with hand, paddle and strap.  I yelled and pleaded, in between my cries i could hear another sub also yelling and begging, i have no idea what was happening to him, but i was glad it wasn't me.  Mind you he might say the same.  Mistress told me afterwards that a TV Maid went past a couple of times and looked quite pale and horrified.  There is a point when when the pain becomes searing, your brain scrambles unable to make sense of it and you just have to hang on in there to get through it.  I was left panting and temporarily broken.  I fell off Her and plunged to the floor begin Her to stop.  Her eyes danced, amused and then She relented, it was over, i sobbed into Her.....

Now to be fair this is when Mistress proves how good She is as a Mistress,  there was no rush, get on with it boy, She had had Her fun and was now willing to give me as much time as i needed to gather myself, tidy up and clean the area spraying down the surfaces we had come into contact with.  I needed a lot of time, not just 5 minutes.  This is the point where She will not leave me alone, i get Her undivided attention.

Finally i was able to move and we went back to the main area,  Mistress had played and now wanted a drink, i was dispatched for a G and T, my selection was water.  Mistress has never consumed alcohol and played, but afterwards She does sometimes like a G and T.

The buffet was opened up and we went back into the Tea Room to eat, Ladies were of course allowed to queue jump, Mistress sent me up to get some nibbles for Her,  the problem was that other Ladies went up themselves and I had to politely give way, which meant of course that Mistress was kept waiting and waiting.  What are you meant to do?  Explain to the Lady who expects to go past that your not going up for yourself but for your Mistress or step aside.  I stepped aside.  Finally i got to the front and was met by a professional spread that the chap in front of me had laid on.  I made sure i thanked him for his hard work, he deserved praise.  Handing the plate to Mistress I was told to go and get something for myself.......back to the end of the line, it was like 2 steps forwards and 3 back as Ladies floated by...... but that the way it should be so i was more than happy to wait my turn.  As i returned to Mistress i was instructed not to kneel but to sit next to Her....... I love my Mistress, She knew i needed to stay off my knees and just to sit quietly next to Her......there was a real danger of my slipping off into sub space ( i will talk about sub space another time, its a complex subject for me).

The food was excellent.  After we had eaten Mistress chatter away to another Lady, i have no idea what was said, i was still recovering.

The club was clean, smart and run by very polite and helpful staff, the Mistress and Her sub who organised it did a brilliant job (many thanks kind Lady) As we drove home Mistress was already planning Her next visit there.......  She will need a new outfit i was told......but of course i replied while thinking and i need a new bum!!!!!!!!

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