Having had a week's break from my perpetual travelling in the cause of consumer protection, I decided it was time for another trip down to the London area and I lined up a lot of calls for Thursday and Friday in West London, but decided on the Wednesday to visit a number of establishments and ladies who had indicated they would be interested in seeing me in Bedfordshire, Hertfordshire and Essex. My success during this day was mixed.

After dropping off a few books at a sexshop in Northampton, my first call was going to be a second call on the delightful Paige of Cheshunt, but this was not due until 1p.m., so I thought I would kick off the day by visiting some establishments en route in Bedford.

I rang around a few ladies and parlours and found myself invited around to see Penny, a somewhat larger than life character, who specialises in being somewhat submissive and who has been around for some time, previously working in both Huntingdon and Hemel Hempstead. She has now been settled in a modern terraced house just to the south of Bedford town centre for a year or so and she now has two partners who work with her, a slim raven haired lass by the name of Gina and partner Phil, who was not around, but whom I was assured is well endowed.

I then managed to get in contact with Gemma of Gems Escorts, which is really a private flat, since they only offer incalls. They were previously based in a flat on Heron Quay, but have now moved to another modern developemnt near the Hospital. The ladies look as appetising as ever, though Olivia, who used to work here has now reverted to working independently again. Crystal has also called it a day, but Shanice, a slim blonde who used to work at an accountancy firm, looked delightful.

http://www.gems-escorts.co.uk

Having spent a fair amount of time on these two calls, I now rung Paige again, only to find, she has decided to call it a day soon and so felt any visit would be pretty pointless. My next call was due to be on Lucy Hunter, a working lady who operates from Dunmow, a small town in Essex, not far from Stansted airport. She however was going to be busy by the time I got to Dunmow, so while wondering what I should do next I suddenly found myself being rung by an old acquaintance, a reporter who came up with a first class article about me for a local paper in Reading a few years back, and who was now working for a press agency. He wanted info on Mistresses Abi and Switch the two dominatrixes, whom I had had the pleasure of encountering last year and who had found themselves in the public eye because of the Max Mosley affair. I had met Mistress Abi, who they particularly wanted to find out more about, at her home, when she used to entertain from an adjoining garage and since she had bought some books from me and had paid by cheque, I knew both her real surname and her address, or at least her address in early 2007.

I was offered a sum of money for that info, but it would have damaged my reputation, had I allowed myself to be tempted, not that they offered me that much. Ironically, he let slip what he thought was her real Christian name, which is not Abi, and it tallied with the initial on the cheque, so I ended up finding out more than he did. This was not the only phonecall I received, since as I arrived in Dunmow, just as I parked the car by Lucy's flat, I got a phonecall from a Manchester agency I know well, who wanted to know what another agency had been saying about them, having referred to me on their blog. I felt I could not really tell them anymore than they already knew about this other agency and its attitude towards them and so after a short chat, I headed in to see Lucy Hunter.

When I eventually found her flat, I was greeted by frankly the most attractive working lady I have come across in years. I really fancied a session with this beauty, but she belongs to that category of ladies who have a philosophical objection to coming up with any free services and so after getting her to pay for a sample entry, I bade her farewell. She has had the odd good review, but she has firm no go areas, though she emphasised, she is always happy to come up with a kiss and since my experience has so often been, that the best lookers are rarely the best performers, I left trying to come to the rational conclusion, that I had probably not missed out on that much. Nevertheless, she looked so gorgeous, I will wonder for some time how good she might have been.

http://www.lucy-hunter.com

From here I headed off to Harrow and Silk Stockings, where I had been told, the boss, Caroline, was going to be working as the receptionist that evening. However, when I got there, I found she was not around and so I headed off for my last call of the day, a visit to Mistress Susie of St. Albans. I had visited her first several months ago and she had indicated, she would be interested in entertining me and I thought now was probably as convenient an opportunity as I would get. She sees her clients at her home, a modest terraced house in the city's outskirts and the experience was interesting and she made every effort to come up with a session that I would enjoy, but since I only partake of these kind of sessions for market research purposes, interesting is about as far as I can go in reporting on it in a favourable manner.

http://www.silkstockings.co.uk

http://www.mistress-susie.co.uk

I now had a fair journey over to Romford and the hotel room, which having booked it fairly late, was the cheapest I could find in the Greater London area. The following morning I headed off around the north circular and over to Hanwell, where I had arranged to meet up with Miss Miranda, a very professional mistress, who boasts not only a magnificent website, but who operates from a very well equipped three room complex discreetly located in this downmarket corner of West London. It turned out her dungeon is located only a few yards from where there used to be a private flat, which I had tried to visit a few years back, so I was familiar with the area. She showed me around and what I found particularly fascinating and distinctive was her suspension room, where one can literally be dangled from the ceiling in almost any way one could hope for.

http://www.thebondagemistress.com

From here I headed over to Shepherd's Bush and Mistress Maisie, the last domme I was down to see on this trip and who graces the cover of my first and current corrective services guide. She used to see her slaves in the basement dungeon of an independent sex shop in Goldhawk Road, but that has now closed down and she now sees her slaves at her flat not far from there. What she lacks in equipment, she more than makes up for in sheer presence, having a decidedly confident manner, which must leave many of her slaves quaking in or out of thir boots. Curiously she told me that she makes more money by working abroad, mainly in continental Europe, though she hails originally from County Clare and also works in Ireland occasionally.

http://www.mistress-maisie.com

I now headed back to Harrow again. Some years ago, I had visited a private flat in Wealdstone called Frenchie's. It was, at that time, run by a very cheeky black lady by the name of Gemma. Soon after I met Gemma, she handed it over to another lady and it went downhill, hardly opening for business at one time. However reports had indicated it was on the way back as a force to be reckoned with in the Harrow area, particularly after the closure of Prestige, one of the most notable parlours in the area, and with Gemma at the helm again. Having rung earlier in the week, I was told Gemma was going to be there on Thursday, so I knocked on the door. Not having alerted them to my imminent arrival, and I find most parlours recognise my voice, Gemma, was initially suspicious, until she realised who I was, whereupon I was made welcome. The ladies working here are a varied mixture, with a strong eastern European element, though as usual, they all seemed happy to be working in this industry. All three of the working ladies here boasted superb bodies, though their English left a bit to be desired. I had been somewhat cautious in my rating of it, but decided I had been a tad unfair, something Gemma lost no time in pointing out to me.

http://www.frenchiesmassage.com

From here I went back to Girls 007, which had previously been Girls 06 and before that no doubt Girls 05 etc.etc.. It has now settled for a James Bond theme name, though its webaddress is still somewhat out of date and it is located in South Harrow next door to Harrow Borough F.C.'s ground. I was intent on taking a picture of one of the ladies for the entry on the website and future books and one lady was willing to oblige. Theresa, whose partner in the business, confusingly is Teresa, greeted me and since it had not been that long since I had previously visited it, once I took the photo, I was on my way again.

http://www.girls06.co.uk

From here it was over to Ladybelles in Cranford, not Mrs. Gaskell's Cranford in Cheshire, but the anonymous north side of Hounslow, hard up against the eastern edge of Heathrow airport. This was the top parlour in this neck of the woods until some local Muslims got a bit shirty about its location, claiming it was too close to their mosque. The proprietress found this somewhat hypocritical, since a lot of their clientele pop in for a session after they have been doing their praying to Mecca bit at this mosque, but after moving around the town between various locations, they have come back to their previous location, which is ideally situated, not being really near any sensitive establishments and they have transformed the rooms upstairs. The staff come and go at a fair rate here, but the two ladies I saw this day both seemed keen to please and we can only hope it is as successful again now as it used to be.

I had hoped to go over and see Lara, who runs the establishment formerly known as Langley V.I.P., which was located in the Langley area of Slough, but which has moved to West Drayton, though I have not been notified of any change of name, though when I visited it in West Drayton, I was told they were planning on returning to Slough. That does not now look particularly likely. Lara is however very pregnant and was at the hospital both Thursday and Friday, so while she had been keen to see me, that fell through, so I ventured to Harlington on the south side of Hayes to see Heaven Sent, a private flat over a shop there, very capably run by a charming Chinese lady by the name of JoJo. The ladies there are an esoteric mixture not exclusively from the Far East as one might have thought would be the case.

My next call of the day was in Longford, an upmarket village just outside Heathrow. Situated in an unusually designed block of flats, boasting a lot of wood in its construction, that would not look out of place in Switzerland, for example, Longford Massage used to be associated with two other flats in Ashford and Sunbury, but these have now closed, thouigh it is associated with one other in West Drayton itself. The receptionist was very welcoming and I had an amiable chat with a black gentleman visiting for a session, with the only lady working there, a slim lass by the name of Davina, who certainly gave the customer she was seeing when I arrived value for money, taking longer than the receptionist thought she should to satisfy him.

My last call of the day was over in Feltham at a long established and much recommended private flat, that goes by the name of Feltham Luxury Massage. The ladies here are overwhelmingly oriental and as at all such parlours, they come and go, but this must rank as one of the best oriental parlours in Greater London.

http://www.felthammassage.com

By now it was getting late, so it was off to my hotel, this time in Hemel Hempstead. The following morning, after a pleasant breakfast, I headed off to Acton and Bullseye TV's offices. They produce a programme for Bravo TV called Sexarama, which two of the ladies I had come across had heard of, but the lady who had contacted me and whom I assumed wanted to interview me was not there when I got there, though one gentleman did know who I was and after a short wait, I had a long chat with three gentlemen who were trying to put together an idea for a spot on the programme for me. It will probably involve me hopping into a jacuzzi with a lady or two, probably at the Georgian in Oldham, but we can only wait and see.

The rest of my journey was rather an anticlimax with relatively fruitless visits to Pussykatz in South Acton, the proprietress of which I had had a long conversation some months back and to Passionate Encounters in Chiswick. Angie told me they had had a pretty unfriendly visit from the police one day while she was out and her receptionist, who had been instructed to only allow the police in if they had a search warrant, made the mistake of letting them in whereupon, for no real reason they apparently behaved pretty obnoxiously. Also their local paper is now no longer accepting adverts, so while one arm of government, follows Harriet Harman's lead and wants by whatever means possible to shut these establishments down, another, the treasury, wants them to make more and more money, so helping to bale Gordon and Alistair out of their financial woes. Oh! for joined up goverment!

http://www.passionate-encounters.co.uk

With no sign of Lara at Langley V.I.P., I then reluctantly decided I might as well call it a day and headed home.