You know I don’t do these very often, but I figure it’s going to a good cause and it’s my way of saying thank you for your patronage.

When you have a spare moment, click on the “overnight sizzling summer special” tab at the top right-hand corner of my blog to see what I’m babbling on about.

….that make me love this job and I forget the twits who want to make me throw my phone out of the window.

I had a wonderful booking today, with a customer I’ve only seen once before. Our booking was for only 90mins and it went all too quickly. It’s not something I’m used to doing, simply because I don’t get asked to do it often enough. I was floating on air walking home this afternoon.

Am I being deliberately enigmatic? Yes. Apart from the fact that I didn’t seek permission first, it was the kind of booking that I really don’t wish to share. But I did want to share how much I enjoyed the booking and today was a particular reminder of how lovely my clients are. Even those I only see once a year.

Today’s client says he reads my blog. So I just wanted to thank you again “BL”, for a lovely afternoon and thank you for the gift. I have put it towards my uni fund.

Am I gushing? Yes, a little bit. But I don’t care. It was a good day today. It was a very good day.

PS. My left nipple was left a bit sore. If there’s a next time to look forward to, remind me to switch boobs.

I was telling SJ this week that I received a certificate from my volunteer job, celebrating my first 100 hours. I know it doesn’t sound like much, but the job means a lot to me and it’s nice to be acknowledged and appreciated for what I do.

And to cement my permanence in the organisation, I was also given my very own parking permit too. For months I had to use temporary ones that I had to remember to put in the car to keep the clampers at bay. But a couple of weeks ago a permit was ordered for me, so now it’s proudly displayed underneath my tax disc. I am now one of them, proper-like.

Unfortunately my other goal remains just out of my grasp. Due to a bit of stuff happening here at Chez Kinky, things have become a little uncertain. My course was due to start next month and I’ve missed the deadline to register. No matter. The short course starts again in September, the long course in October. If it means I have to perform the splits I’ll be registered for one or t’other. Of that I’m sure.

I received a phone call yesterday, requesting a booking for this morning. The caller wanted ball-busting.

Yes, indeed it’s a kink and it’s not something I’ve done a lot of but I have done it. I think maybe twice before in over 8yrs. The caller wanted me to kick him in the nuts and basically knee him in the groin without protection. He was concerned that I might be nervous doing it and I assured him that I had done it before, but obviously I would stop if it went too far. I must admit though, I did kinda have my doubts, but I always take phone enquiries at face value until they prove they’re a timewaster. I get asked for some really kinky stuff so I didn’t bat an eyelid.

I had even more doubts when he called again later and asked if I could bring a friend to watch and to also bring…..a hammer. Yeah, he wanted me to literally smash his nuts. I said no, it’s really not something I’d be comfortable doing. He said that was okay, the kicking and the stomping will be fine.

The booking was supposed to be for today at 10am. Suprise suprise, he didn’t confirm. I didn’t even get ready because the more I thought about it, the more surreal the phone call was. So it turned out to be a timewaster who just loved talking about it.

Funnily enough he called again twice later on in the day (of course I saved his number, I save all timewasters’ numbers), I’m assuming to apologise for not making the booking and to talk about making another one that he’s not going to keep.

I predict he will now try to call a few ladies to pretend to make a booking to bust his balls. If any ladies read my blog and you offer Domination services, please beware.

If any of my lovely customers are stuck on a little confectionary gift to celebrate my 40-*cough* birthday on the 25th June, then please have a peruse of a  couple of new links I’ve put in “my favourite sites” category to give you an idea. You can find it to the right and scroll down a bit if you’re still unfamiliar with my blog page. It doesn’t have to specifically be from these sites, but you’ll get the idea.

And this year my birthday falls on a Friday. If anybody’s free that night and fancies a Lunch or dinner date or even an overnight, let me know and we can talk discount.

to hear that ex-MP for Hackney Diane Abbot, one of the few women in the Parliament and the only Black woman MP I know of (there was Oona King from a good few years ago) has thrown her hat into the ring to ballot to become the  new Labour leader after Gordon Brown stepped after the election.

She’s a sassy and highly intelligent woman who spars with another ex-MP, Michael Portillo on BBC political show This Week, every Thursday evening, with that host with the funny hair.

How refreshing seeing her amongst all the blokes, not that I don’t love you men, but, you know what I mean. I wish her the very best of luck.

Doing the shopping this morning, going all the way through the checkout, bagging my groceries, collecting my points, opening my wallet, only to find that I have the grand total of £5 in it. I realised to my embarrassment that I had left the shopping money at home. The cashier saved my trolley for me and left it at customer services while I rushed home to get my money.

When I got back I made a point of going back to see the cashier who served me and thank her for saving my trolley. I didn’t want her thinking that I was some kind of reprobate who loved shopping with no money in my wallet.

That’ll teach me not to run around like a headless chicken in the mornings.

One of the best bookings in a long while.

First time client who initially wanted a couple of hours of Domination, Face-sitting, a bit of wrestling and a personal service. He initially wanted a two hour booking, as soon as he saw me he asked to extend the booking to three hours. What a way to make a woman feel gorgeous.

It was a wonderful mixture of services. The stuff I liked. We threw each other around for a bit, well, me more than him, although he did suprise me with one move. But mostly I proved what an amazon I was.

There was a bit of spanking, a lot of snogging and a lot of teasing involved, including my calling him “Spongebob”. He knows why. I hope he smiles every time he hears that name now.

A long day, but a good day. In fact you could say it was A Long Good Friday. Long Good Friday? Geddit? The British gangster movie from 1980 starring Bob Hoskins? I give up, I’m going back to the vacuuming.

In case anybody would like to make a booking this week (although today and tomorrow looks booked, get in touch in case of cancellations) my PAYG work phone is giving me a bit of grief. When anybody tries to call me it goes straight to voicemail, even though it’s switched on. Trying to fix up today’s booking took a lot of patience, not to mention a few texts.

I have noticed that my pay monthly phone, which is on the same network, is playing up as well, although not to the same extent as my PAYG, so I’ve given Orange a call and it does seem to be a network problem. Something to do with masts being down.

I’ve switched my PAYG phone from a prehistoric Sony Ericsson to the more updated Samsung Tocco, and that seems to help. But if anybody does try to call me and my phone goes straight to voicemail, please feel free to drop me a text.

Bet you if I called Orange back and asked for a discount off my next bill for lack of service (the contract being that they provide a service which I pay for), they’d laugh me off the phone.

And a coalition one at that. The first time in my lifetime. A monumentous time in political history indeed.

One minute (around 6pm) certain parties were still having a chat, next thing I knew, David Cameron was zipping his way over to see the Queen to be formally instated. Didn’t the Brown family cut a lonely figure (or figures) walking away from No. 10?

And did anybody see the stand-off between Sky News’ Adam Boulton and Alistair Campbell? Testosterone-laden or what?

And going of on a slight tangent, I received an email from a gentleman who just had to write and tell me how much he enjoyed my ad on Punternet. Very topical he thought and loved the play on words.

I have my moments,lol.