A journey down the M5 and A38 calling in at most places from Tewkesbury to Bodmin

It was high time I called on parlours and sex shops in the south west so having booked my hotel rooms I set out down the M5 on Wednesday morning.

My first call was in Cheltenham where I had arranged to enjoy a session with Morgan a.k.a. Mistress Morgan. She entertains from a first floor flat just off the High St. Her flat is both reasonably spacious and clean and it features a limited variety of corrective equipment. I was keen to see what this much recommended lady could do and I was not disappointed. Although in her late thirties, she boasts a delightfully slim yet shapely body and bears a passing resemblance to Michelle of Coronation St. Remarkably, given that she says she does little exercise, she must watch what she eats, because she is very fit and she proceeded to give me one of the most enjoyable sessions I have had the pleasure of for some time, combining just a little pain, and plenty of pleasure.

http://www.escort-morgan.co.uk

From here I went over to Gloucester where I had the pleasure of meeting both of the city's Sarahs. I had had the pleasure of a session with (Absolutely) Sarah Caine some years ago. This Tracey Barlow of Coronation Street lookalike is looking as slim and fit as I remembered from before and while there in her luxury Gloucester Docks flat I was rung by Sarah Jane, a lady who has been entertaining for an equally long time and who is an equally tall and delightfully no nonsense down to earth lass who might not entertain from quite as luxurious surroundings as her namesake, but who has had plenty of good reviews and who is just as happy to see men or ladies as one can tell from her web address.

http://www.absolutelysarah.com

http://www.blondandbi.co.uk

On leaving Gloucester Docks where I met up with Sarah Jane in the car park of all places, I headed down the M5 to Bridgwater, where I first popped into a private house on the edge of the town, that had been an Eastern European outfit when I last called. Now to my surprise the house hosts a Thai establishment called Sunshine. I then went on to Scarlets, which is the new name for a parlour formerly known as Eve's. This, under the control of Mark, its charming former proprietor, but a gentleman whom I always felt lacked confidence, was one of the most notable parlours in the country. However it was probably notable for the wrong reasons, in so far as whenever I turned up, Mark would insist on showing me his latest gizmo, be it a new giant flat screen TV or fruit machine or whatever. So far as the quality of the ladies present, that seemed to be his least concern. Unsurprisingly eventually he called it a day. For a while it was open off and on in the hands of the same people who had opened Emmanuelle's in Weston-Super-Mare and that was who I had expected to find here now, but it had changed hands again and is now run by the same people who run a parlour in Cardiff. Lacking all of Mark's gizmos, it seemed somewhat empty, though the two ladies there endeavoured to make me as welcome as they could.

From here I went on to Taunton and Exeter where I topped up two shops with books. In Taunton it was pointed out to me a new parlour had opened just around the corner from the sex shop in Blackhorse Lane. It turned out this was the location of Carl's latest parlour. Carl is a cheerful character who opens parlours mainly in Bristol and after setting them up works them as long as he can until he runs into problems with the planners. Here he had opened a parlour called Sweet Convenience, the same name he had used once before in Bristol and I was greeted by an attractive blonde Polish lady, who was obviously disappointed I was not interested in staying and paying for a session.

In Exeter after calling at the city's lone sex shop of consequence, I visited the Exeter Massage and Dungeon, a very well equipped and distinctive parlour located north of the city centre. From there I ventured on to Playmates which has relocated from a substantial house near Exeter City's football ground to a city centre apartment. I had a very friendly chat with the two ladies there and then headed on to Plymouth. There I visited the top two parlours in the town, Studio Two and Executive V.I.P. which curiously are run by a former husband and wife respectively. Colin who runs Studio Two is a large and charming chap, who always makes sure he does not let his staff go too far in the services they provide, while Val, his petite slim ex at Executive V.I.P. has fewer qualms, even boasting a reasonably equipped dungeon out back, where she will even see suitably subservient clients herself. It was then on across the Tamar to the Saltash Travelodge and a good night's rest.

The following morning I set out for Bodmin, only to get a text from Nichola at the Garden of Eden, informing me she could not make it. I had however one other call in the town and so made the acquaintanceship of Phil and Lily, an Englishman with a Chinese wife who entertain both separately or together, from a very upmarket apartment in a modern conversion on the south side of the town. They were expecting a customer very soon, but indicated they would be happy to entertain me the next time I was in the area.

http://www.thegardenofeden.biz

http://www.swinghigh.co.uk

Then it was back to Plymouth and a visit to the city's sex shop, Slinkies and the Gentleman's Club located practically next door to one another just off Union St. Carole at the Gentleman's Club is now down to just two ladies and told me she had had it with British ladies, who are in her view unreliable, the current two ladies being Spanish and Polish. Also she is finding business tight with lots of ladies entertaining currently from flats at far less expense, so making her club increasingly uncompetitive. She had vacated the upper floor of the club to save on rates, but the council had been around and she was unable to make savings that way any more, and consequently was not a particular happy bunny.

I then went on to Cloud Nine, a flat over a motorcycle shop on the main road out of Plymouth towards the A38 and Exeter. Here I was hoping to see Amber or Mistress Amber, the proprietress who the previous night I had been surprised to learn was the daughter of the receptionist at Executive V.I.P., a lady admittedly not in the first flush of youth, but I would have thought hardly old enough to be the mother of Cloud Nine's proprietor. When I got there I met Amber, who I had photographed when she was working at Executive V.I.P. and I then understood the situation. Amber, who dabbles in domination is not the same as the proprietor Mistress Amber, for whom domination is her only speciality. I had a chat with the men at the motorcycle shop who knew Mistress Amber and hoped to talk to her, though without success. However I learnt that she has a website, so I will check that out on my return home.

http://www.bdsmmistress.co.uk

I then headed up to Exeter, where I stopped off and had a very pleasant chat with Mandee, a charming lady entertaining from a modern flat near M5 junction 30. She surprised me with the observation that her partner was perfectly happy with her work, just so long as she did not get involved with a client and have an affair.

I then headed up to Taunton and a meeting with Steve at his new parlour First Class. This is a marked improvement on Studio A and to my pleasant surprise, I found myself greeted by Madison, a sexy, busty and sassy black lady in her twenties, who I had first met several years ago at Mystiques in Bridgend. From here I briefly popped in to the Ultimate, another parlour near Taunton's railway station, and here I met up with the proprietor, Louise.

I then headed north to Highbridge and had a long chat with my old friend Katie, who runs the area's top establishment, Cleo's. Then I had a mad dash up the M5 to Bristol to see Mistress Scorpia, who had arranged to meet me at a pub in the Gloucester Road. A very attractive young lady, who had started out at the House of Ducroix and was now doing a Ph.D. on the history of religion, she was there along with a male colleague, who appeared not to be part of the corrective scene and our meeting was bizarre to say the least. But given that she now only does one day of corrective work every fortnight, perhaps I should not have been surprised.

http://www.mistress-scorpia.com

I then headed over to Fishponds Road and Premier Pussycats. People were obviously in, but nobody answered the doorbell or my phonecalls and after a suitable time finishing a sudoku, I left and headed off to the hotel. Erica, the petite proprietress of this agency come private house had indicated she wanted to entertain me and I was disappointed to say the least, but that's life. I then on a whim rang Ria, who had been the proprietor of Victoria's Secrets and who is still entertaining independently. I eventually found her house, on a modern developement near Cribbs Causeway and had a fascinating discussion with her about the local scene, where she also gave me her views on the House of Ducroix. After giving me plenty to think about, I headed back to the hotel and got a good night's rest.

http://www.southwestescort.co.uk

The following day I kicked off in Weston-Supoer-Mare, where it was bucketing it down off and on and my first call was a very interesting one to Lady Sarah, the town and probably the area's most notable dominatrix. She sees her clientele at a very spacious flat in a large Victorian building on the northern edge of the town with a superb view out over the sea. The rooms there all have very high ceilings and she has made good use of this with a superb range of suspension equipment. However it was another piece of equipment that particularly caught my eye. This was a floor stocks, a custom made piece of equipment made by one of the Lady's clients. Basically it secures one by ones wrists, ankles and neck, so that one is left unable to move in a prone and very vulnerable position on all fours on the floor. A charming lady who had practised as an architect before becoming a full time professional dominatrix, one could not help but be impressed.

http://www.ladysarah.co.uk

From there I ventured over to Joy, the town's lone sex shop, but I had none there, with the proprietor being intent on cutting his nose to spite his face by not stocking my books, even though he admitted he had had ladies in asking for them. With an economic downturn looming, one wonders about some people!!

I now visited Butterflies the town's premier parlour and was impressed with their new outbuilding which has a mini dungeon come massage room upstairs and a wet room downstairs. I had just been texted by Laura of Stroud, with whom I had arranged to enjoy a session later that day, but who now could not make it, so I was pleased to be invited to enjoy a session with one of the ladies and selected a petite slim blonde from Poland called Savannah. She had worked both in London and in Bridgwater and Taunton and had at long last found a clean parlour to work at in the form of Butterflies and she proceeded to treat me to a very enjoyable session.

http://www.madambutterflymassage.co.uk

From Weston I headed back to Bristol and after having no joy at Abba Books I realised on checking local newspaper adverts that a parlour of sorts was operating only a few doors away from Abba. It turned out that on conversing with the proprietress of Elmgrove Studio, a lady in her fifties, she had been the first proprietor of Sarah Jane's, the parlour that burned down in Gloucester Road, Horfield a few years back. The services available here are somewhat limited, though she pointed out they generally had a happy ending and we agreed that listing it in my book, would probably not be worth the bother.

I then headed once more over to Premier Pussycats and this time was invited in by Erica, who explained she was probably busy on webcam work the previous night. They were getting on with a photoshoot downstairs and a very attractive semi-naked lady was posing in a variety of positions, but I went upstairs to a small massage room to talk to Erica. When she left me alone in the room for a minute I got up off the bed for a second and on sitting back down on the corner of the bed it promptly collapsed. When Erica returned she was not surprised, they are still getting the building kitted out and I sensed this was not the first time this had happened. Having not long before enjoyed a session with Savannah in Weston, I pointed out that now was not a suitable time to enjoy a session with her and she agreed. I am sure however we will have an interesting time together on a future journey to the city.

http://www.premierpussycats.com

I visited a few parlours in the hope of moving a few more books and finding Amanda had gone home early from the Elite Retreat, a notable new parlour in the city occupying a former pub, I topped up Rudy's in West St., and then ventured over to the House of Ducroix. There I discovered the junior management discussing with Marcus's sister and nephew the position of their proprietor Marcus, who I had previously been told was in hospital, but who had by now had an aneurysm and was presently in a coma.

http://www.the-elite-retreat.com

http://www.houseducroix.com

Suddenly realising how unimportant so much of life is, I wished them and in particular Marcus well and headed out of the city and up the M5 towards my last call in Tewkesbury. There I was meeting up with Jay, a buxom brunette who entertains from a semi on a modernish estate just off the M5. She indicated a definite willingness to entertain me at a future juncture and I then headed home. All in all a profitable and very interesting trip, only marred by my not being able to meet up with Nichola at the Garden of Eden in Bodmin and Amanda at the Elite Retreat and the hassle I had at Premier Pussycats.

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