Hi, I’m Emilia Thompson, but you can call me Mia. Is this your first time at Master Leo’s Dungeon? I remember my first time too, I got the grand tour of the place.
I walked into the reception room of the bondage dungeon, trying to appear confident and composed. I had told Master Leo that I was interested in potentially using his dungeon as a venue for a photoshoot, and he had agreed to meet with me to discuss the details.
The reason I was there was I exploring myself.
My exploration began with a business trip to a castle, as my job is a graphic designer, illustrator and photographer. I design anything and everything for advertising material for clients and customers. In fact you might have been there, Harrington Castle as I think the owner has had some particular offers for events since my work.
The castle was well preserved, both in the walls, rooms and a magnificent old pillory they had in the courtyard. The pillory was over 800 years old, and I was fascinated by the piece. I had joked with the owner; Lord Harrington and he offered that I could try it out.
He got some of the groundsmen to lift the heavy upper piece of the wooden stock and I placed my neck and wrists in the holes. I noticed the smell of the moss and the wood. It was earthy and slightly sweet, and it seemed to transport me to a different time and place.
I felt a sense of connection to the people who had been locked in the pillory, and I couldn't help but wonder what their stories were. Especially as I had to bend down and crouch slightly as the pillory was around 5’ and I’m 5’5” in my stocking feet, although on that day I was wearing my perfectly broken in trainers. I wondered how long some of the women locked in the pillory had to sustain that.
I had set up several cameras around the courtyard and took loads of photos and video of the grounds men carefully locking the top piece into place, being really careful not to pinch any part of my body that could have got squeezed.
The men then released me and I had an idea of being a medieval princess trapped in the pillory, the castle had a wardrobe for the reenactors who perform at some of the functions and I was able to find a suitable outfit, that I put over my standard outfit of white T-shirt and blue jeans.
The cameras rolled and I loved being the helpless damsel trapped in the castle waiting for my prince.
I kept thinking of that pillory when I completed the job for Lord Harrington, and I loved the dress, so I thought I would buy my own. I loved the feel of the silk chemise underneath the blue velvet and I wear it on some of the events here. But I felt something missing and wondered if it was the damsel in distress element.
I ordered myself some handcuffs and ankle cuffs and when they arrived, I decided to dress up again in my medieval dress, feeling the soft velvet and the weight of the corset and chemise underneath. I styled my hair in loose, flowing waves, and applied a bit of makeup to give myself a romantic, medieval look.
As I stood in front of the mirror, I felt a sense of transformation taking place. I was no longer just a modern woman, but a medieval maiden, waiting to be rescued from her prison.
I picked up the handcuffs and examined them carefully. They were simple metal cuffs, with no padding or cushioning to soften their edge. I decided to put them on, feeling the cold metal close around my wrists.
As I locked the handcuffs in place, I felt a sense of excitement and thrill. I was now truly trapped, with no way to escape. I looked at myself in the mirror, and saw a medieval maiden, bound and helpless.
I couldn't help but compare the feel of the metal cuffs to the wood of the pillory. The pillory had been rough and unforgiving, with a solid, unyielding feel to it. The metal cuffs were similar, but with a colder, more unforgiving edge. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that I was now at the mercy of my restraints, just as I had been at the mercy of the pillory.
Next, I picked up the ankle cuffs and examined them. They were similar to the handcuffs, with a simple metal design and no padding or cushioning. I decided to put them on, feeling the cold metal close around my ankles.
As I locked the ankle cuffs in place, I felt a sense of completion. I was now fully restrained, with no way to escape. I looked at myself in the mirror, and saw a medieval maiden, bound and helpless, waiting for her rescuer to arrive.
I smiled to myself, feeling happy and content. I had taken my fantasy to the next level, and I was now fully immersed in the world of medieval romance and adventure. I couldn't wait to see what would happen next, and who would come to rescue me from my prison.
As I stood in front of the mirror, admiring my reflection in the medieval dress and handcuffs, I couldn't help but wonder if I enjoyed the feeling of being restrained more than I enjoyed the fantasy of being a medieval princess. The cold metal of the cuffs seemed to add an extra layer of excitement to the experience, and I found myself feeling more and more drawn to the sensation of being bound and helpless.
I had another job to attend to, a photoshoot at a hotel on the other side of the country. I decided to take the handcuffs with me, curious to see how they would feel in a different setting. As I packed up my gear and headed out the door, I felt a thrill of anticipation. I couldn't wait to try out the cuffs in the privacy of my hotel room.
The photoshoot was a long and gruelling one, but I was able to focus and get the job done. As soon as I was finished, I headed back to my hotel room, eager to try out the handcuffs again.
As I locked the door behind me, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I was finally alone, and I could indulge in my fantasy without fear of interruption. I walked over to the bed and sat down, feeling the softness of the mattress beneath me.
I picked up the handcuffs and examined them again, feeling the cold metal and the weight of the chains. I decided to put them on, feeling the cuffs close around my wrists once more. This time, I added the ankle cuffs as well, feeling the metal close around my ankles.
As I lay back on the bed, I felt a sense of excitement and thrill. I was completely restrained, with no way to escape. I closed my eyes and let my imagination run wild, picturing myself as a medieval maiden, bound and helpless in a dark and dusty dungeon.
The feeling of the metal cuffs was exhilarating, and I found myself getting lost in the fantasy. I was no longer just a photographer, but a captive princess, waiting for her rescuer to arrive. The cuffs seemed to add an extra layer of realism to the experience, and I felt myself becoming more and more immersed in the fantasy.
As I lay there, I realized that I did enjoy the handcuffs more than I enjoyed the medieval dress. There was something about the feeling of being restrained that really turned me on, and I found myself wondering if I would ever be able to go back to just dressing up in costumes again.
The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt myself getting more and more excited. I was eager to explore this new side of myself, and to see where it would take me. As I lay there, bound and helpless, I knew that I was just beginning to scratch the surface of my desires.
I moved around and as I sat on the bed, I looked down at myself and saw that I was wearing a pair of black pants, my white bra, and a pair of metal handcuffs and ankle cuffs. It was a strange and intriguing sight, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and thrill.
I lay back on the bed, feeling the softness of the mattress beneath me. I then unlocked the handcuffs and I decided to try and handcuff my wrists behind my back. I picked up the handcuffs and examined them carefully, trying to figure out how to put them on in this new position.
I brought my hands behind my back, trying to maneuver the cuffs into place. It was a bit tricky, but I was determined to make it work. I managed to get one cuff on my wrist, and then I tried to bring the other cuff around to meet it.
As I struggled to get the cuffs on, I felt a sense of excitement and challenge. It was harder than I thought it would be, but I was determined to make it work. I finally managed to get the second cuff on my wrist, and I heard the satisfying click of the lock as it closed into place.
I pulled my hands apart, testing the cuffs to make sure they were secure. They were tight, but not too tight, and I could feel the metal digging into my skin. I was now handcuffed with my wrists behind my back, and I felt a sense of thrill and excitement at the thought of being trapped in this way.
I lay back on the bed, feeling the weight of the cuffs pulling on my wrists. I was now completely at the mercy of the restraints, and I had to rely on someone else to set me free. It was a strange and exhilarating feeling, and I found myself getting lost in the fantasy.
As I lay there, I realized that I was enjoying this more and more. The feeling of being trapped and helpless was a turn-on, and I was eager to explore this new side of myself. I was curious to see how far I could take this, and what other fantasies I could explore.
But as I shifted my position, I heard the keys to the handcuffs drop to the floor beside the bed. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that I was now truly trapped, with no easy way to escape.
I rolled around on the bed, trying to get into a position where I could get off the bed and retrieve the keys. It was a bit of a struggle, but I finally managed to swing my legs over the side of the bed and slide off onto the floor.
As I sat on the floor, I realized that I had to use my toes to pick up the keys. I stretched out my legs and managed to snag the keys with my toes, pulling them towards me. But as I tried to pick them up, I realized that it was harder than it looked. The keys kept slipping out of my grasp, and I had to start all over again.
Finally, after several attempts, I managed to pick up the keys with my toes and hold onto them. But now I had to figure out how to unlock the handcuffs behind my back. I shuffled around on the floor, trying to get into a position where I could use the keys to unlock the cuffs.
As I struggled to unlock the handcuffs, I couldn't help but think about the risk of being found by a cleaner or someone else who might come into the room. I was trapped and helpless, and the thought of being discovered in this state was both exhilarating and terrifying.
But I was determined to escape, and I finally managed to use the keys to unlock the handcuffs. As the metal released its grip on my wrists, I felt a surge of relief and excitement. I had done it - I had escaped from my own restraints, and I had done it without anyone's help.
As I stood up and brushed myself off, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. I had taken a risk and faced a challenge, and I had come out on top. And as I looked around the room, I realized that the experience had been even more exhilarating because of the risk of being discovered.
I thought about how I had been trapped and helpless, with no way to escape except by using my own resources and ingenuity. And I thought about how I had been able to overcome the challenge and emerge victorious. It was a feeling of empowerment and excitement, and it was something that I would never forget.
As I looked at the handcuffs and keys, now lying harmless on the floor, I couldn't help but smile. I had learned something new about myself - that I was capable of overcoming even the most daunting challenges, and that I was willing to take risks to achieve my goals.
What other adventures could I have? What other challenges could I overcome? I felt like I was standing at the edge of a new world, a world of possibilities and excitement. And I knew that I was ready to take the leap, to see where this new journey would take me.
I wanted to take it further, and my friend Rachel had recently completed a photoshoot in a dungeon, she sent me the details of Master Leo and I made the arrangements to come and visit his dungeon.
Let me have a drink and I’ll let you know what happened on that first day.