Golden Showers And The Golden Gate Bridge

Jul 28, 2013

I am not sure that even the most kink-friendly city in America quite knows what has hit it in the past three days of Miss Miranda mayhem I have unleashed on the streets of San Francisco! Stopping the traffic on the Golden gate Bridge, wheeling a strait-jacket bound and hooded slave along a busy road in public to a city-centre café, riding the cable cars in full rubber-domination uniform and burying one of my own subbies in a concrete box underground, have been just some of the highlights of my USA trip… and I have hardly even started. There is still New York and Pittsburg to come before the Miranda extravaganza returns to the relative sanity of Hanwell Towers.


I’ve been playing every kinky game under the sun with my good friends from the amazing Serious Bondage site, producers of the most creative and imaginative bondage films on the West Coast. And I couldn’t have asked for more friendly and fascinating hosts. My entourage and I have been staying at their well-equipped studio within spitting distance of San Francisco’s city centre. As all of you will know, I pride myself that my bondage and torture equipment is the best in the business, but the Serious Bondage guys are running me a darned close race in that department. In due course, on my thebondagemistress.com club site, I will be running some of the amazing videos and putting up the stills we have shot together in the past few days. Every room in their building, and even the patio deck outside, is packed with restriction-equipment to die for. I am in bondage seventh heaven here.


Day One started with strapping my own travelling slave into a white canvas strait jacket and dressing him in fetching turquoise hospital pants and a heavy duty white canvas hood and then taking him out for a public outing to accompany me seeing the sights of San Francisco. I was not sure that even this laid-back town was ready for me in full rubber-nurse outfit wheeling my slave package across the famous Golden Gate bridge on a luggage cart; but to be fair to the liberal citizens of this great city, nobody complained. We did however get a great number of locals and tourists snapping our picture and my delicious ‘tush’ (as they call a shapely arse here!) barely covered by my mini-length nurses outfit, did attract a lot of honking attention from a host of American truck drivers. Oh yes… and the bridge was a great sight too.


Next stop for my wheelie slave, tied upright onto my trolley, was the Alladin’s Cave of Mr S Leather shop, one of the great bondage stores of the world. As you would expect in this gay capital of San Francisco, most of my fellow shoppers in Mr S were from the leather-biking community but they accepted this humble visiting British dominatrix warmly into this heart of the USA gay world. The assistants could not have been more helpful as I showed them my gagged slave, still tied to his trolley, and explained that I was badly in need of their best and biggest strap-on cock in order to complete the next stage of his treatment and training. And ‘Oh-Boy’ does Mr S have a good selection of strap-ons to choose from! I was spoiled for choice as I removed my slave’s blindfold to that he could appreciate the size of the dildo that was later going to stretch of posterior. I think he appreciated the gesture but it is never easy to be certain when he is mumbling and drooling through his canvas hood like that. Never being able to resist new devices for my teasing and tormenting games, I also had to pick up a unique double-gag that will come in very handy on slave multi-days back home and a few other treats that all who session with me in weeks to come may get to see and experience themselves.


Finally it was back home to Serious Bondage for some truly serious, kinky fun with their extensive range of equipment. With the sun now dipping low on the patio deck I just had to fulfil a promise to my London-based travel slave and get him tied up in ‘the Hole,’ a terrifying, concrete-lined underground chamber where arms and legs can be shackled to the walls leaving its occupants helpless and in despair in a space barely the size of the coffin that may come to them if I decide to get nasty and leave them there forever… hee hee. The full delights of a night shackled in the damp and darkness underground still await this loyal but useless slave but for now I just wanted to get him down in the pit for a taste of the claustrophobic delights yet to come. Unfortunately he let my down (again) by protesting that he was too scared – until I gave him a helpful shove on his head with my high-heeled boot so that I could slam the airtight hatch properly shut.
His muffled howls of fear were music to my ears but I did want to try out another unique feature of the Hole and so I eventually let him pop his head – and only his head - up above ground to see the daylight fading. It is a surreal sight to see a disembodied head, seemingly detached from its owner, popping up through a head-sized hole in the middle of the patio floor. The pleading look in his eyes made me laugh so much that I almost wet myself… well to be honest…. I DID wet myself right there and then in a full Golden Shower of my special champagne, all over his face. I think the film that was shot of him trying to cope with being both scared and half-drowned with the gushing flow of my piss is a classic that my club-site members will be able to enjoy over and over again in the months to come.


And so to bed at the end of my first day on the Pacific coast. As I drifted off to sleep I could not help but look forward to the fun still to come on the morrow. I will tell more of my American adventures in the days ahead. Goodnight London!

 

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