July 9th (Weds)

So the day of my date with destiny dawns. Fittingly the rain is splashing down out of a swirl of dirty grey and as I head north this shows no signs of improving. The legions of lorries through up blankets of spray along the route which takes me through Brackley and Northampton, and surprisingly quickly to Leicester. I go onto the ring road but find myself heading the wrong way. It takes an age to turn round at a clogged up roundabout.
I find the place without too much trouble, a neat bungalow in a rather unkempt garden, tucked back from a busy road. I find the back door,and clearly have been spotted as the gate opens as if by magic.
Cameron is an initial disappointment it has to be said. No face pics available online, but when I see her i realise at once that she is at least ten years older than I had imagined. Morgan is more what I had imagined, but is a very big woman. I sit down to be interviewed, and they make me a cup of tea.
The interview is quite perceptive,and rather enjoyable. At this stage I have the worry that it may be the extent of today's activities. But no, I am to be put to work.
I am told to strip. Cameron suggests down to boxers, but Morgan insists on full nudity. I am taken to the punishment room and am placed in ankle shackles and chains, as well as a high leather collar, pulled very tight, which actually works wonders on my cricked neck.
I have to clean the leather dungeon floor, vacuum the whole house. I am generally ignored, but am at one stage told to cook lunch.
I serve this and am told to kneel facing the corner whilst they eat. A nice touch. I finish the work,, clean up the things, and then my efforts are inspected. Morgan is generally pleased with my efforts, but I have missed some chalk on the floor of the schoolroom. I have to get out the hoover again, and then am told I am to be punished.
I am a tad worried, The two ladies made no bones about the fact that they are sadists, and that if I am to be taken on they expected me to be able to take pain. I am strapped to the whipping bench and held down very tight. I have never before been so vulnerable. It is both exciting and concerning.
The blows start to land. Not too painful to start with, but by six it is painful and I wonder if that may be that. No chance. It's starting to hurt now. Ten? No we pass that, and I begin to dread the next stroke. A dozen? No, thirteen comes, which leaves me reckoning twenty is the next hope. I am screaming by fifteen. If we go past twenty what does that mean? Fifty? Oh my God One hundred? I am squirming as much as possible in my bonds, and when twenty arrives I sincerely hope that is that. Fortunately it is, and very soon the pain is replaced by a warm glow. I'd like to have been left tied down for a while, but I am quickly released, and my shackles are removed. It has been an interesting couple of ours, and despite the fact that the dommes are neither spring chicks nor in any way beauties, it has been an interesting and exciting experience. I'd travel north again, though Morgan's warning that my pain thresholds must be pushed will see me head that way with some trepidation.
Back in the car, through nondescript Leicester in the dirty rain, back onto the spray fretted motorway, and home to normality and an unsuspecting family. A funny old business. On the news Max Mosely is in court explaining his S&M kinks. A kindred spirit indeed.
I have a long batch to try and soothe my aching neck. H brings home some deep heat which does it some good. I don't catch a glimpse of my arse in the mirror, but I believe there are no marks following my experience