•    Warning! Cross your legs gentlemen. Seriously!   

    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.

  •    It was a good day yesterday.   

    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.

  •    And talking of phone calls.   

    I had a rather odd one today at around 2pm. And as it was such a strange request I remember this person had called before about a year ago.

    It started off simple enough; would I be available today for a two hour booking at Victoria for some face-sitting and forced body-worshipping. I said, if it’s for later on this evening, then yes I could be.

    Then he said that he was in a hotel with some priests and could I do Domination with them all before they took their vows!! I told the caller that I remember that either himself or somebody asked me the exact same thing about a year ago, the only addition was that last year they were all Italian. He said yes, he was given my number by the person. I said, well, the person should’ve also informed you that it wasn’t an idea I was willing to entertain. Whilst I’m open to most ideas, I did find this request a little unsettling, simply because of the religious slant to it.

    He did ask if he could still see me on his own tonight and said that he would call back in 45 mins to reconfirm. No suprise, he didn’t. Which is fine by me, because as I said previously, I’m still feeling the affects of my long walkabout in the West End yesterday.

    But what a strange phone call. And even stranger getting the same call last year. I can only assume it’s a bit of a mickey-taking call the gent indulges in once in a while, bless his cotton socks.

  •    I think I can safely say….   

    ….that today was the worst day I’ve ever had in seven and a half years of being an escort. I’m not going to rant or rave, I’m now past that, plus it helped having a moan in SJ’s ear earlier.

    You know that old adage “whatever can go wrong, will go wrong?” Let’s just say that today, in the midst of cancellations, no-shows, and really strange timewasting phone calls: “Hello, are you free at the moment?” “Why yes, I’ve just had a cancellation and I happen to be free right now.” “Oh, I’m going to have to call you back”!!!…and I will fondly remember the polite gentleman who hung up on me in mid-sentence whilst trying to explain to him that my Domination services might be too tame for his needs….in the midst of it all, I’ve made a firm promise to myself to not stay in this business longer than is absolutely necessary. The nonsense I endured today just wore down my psyche.

    I’ve signed up for a course in September. I won’t say what because I don’t want to give too much of myself away, but you’re welcome to guess. But I’m hoping what I can gain from the course will be my ticket out.

    I did have a last minute booking this evening at 6 with a customer I’ve seen quite a few times. And again, let’s just say it’s a good thing his usual thing is Domination, because boy was I in the mood. I’m not sure he’s ever seen me so worked up.

    It really is a good thing that most of my clients have been lovely, polite, well-mannered wonderful gentlemen that have tittilated me no end over the years. But I guess there’s always that one percent isn’t there, that thinks it’s all fun and games wasting an escort’s time. Yes, it is part and parcel of this business but a gal has her limits. I think it’s in everybody’s best interest (including mine) that I don’t answer the phone tomorrow,lol.

    Seven and a half years….time to scratch that itch.