Thank you David!

As the early night hours danced, the feint 'tick tock' from the old walnut clock stood tall in the hall. The weighted pendulums swung heavy, and with every hour it chimed, it was a constant reminder of time either skipping merrily on, or as happened the night before, a discerning gentleman felt its infamous heels drag in a bid to keep his pulse racing for what seemed an eternity of pumped up relentless anxiety! There was nothing more he could do other than surrender to an agonising wait for the first glimmer of dawn to appear!

I, on the other hand felt rather pleased with myself, having planned the entire day meticulously, ensuring every little detail would unfold with ease.

A gentleman's rendezvous commenced in one of London's Borough's, steeped in history with traditional atmospheric pubs and bars, home to antique shops, and an 18th century coaching Inn with medieval origins! Ha, I'm sure you're not wishing to fall victim to a history lesson, unless you've been summoned by the School Mistress to attend a rather unique detention class! On that note, I will of course be delighted to accommodate!

With a glint in my eye, seated surreptitiously with my case parked behind a planted terracotta pot, my thoughts focus on what I had in store for my humble suited and booted friend! The last drops of iced tea trickled down my throat, and right on time my swish gentleman appears with a metal shaft Albany handle umbrella!

Mmm . . . . despite the imminent arrival of dark foreboding storm clouds appearing, the air felt warm, "so be it", if caught in the rain, a leisurely stroll to the chambers will be a refreshing tonic!

The visuals of my stunning leather attire complemented my gorgeous red leather Arollo boots! What an absolute pleasure for my slave to have kneeled before me. The wait is almost over as his ears pricked, body poised, ready with baited breath for my soft yet commanding sultry voice. "Head down, lick my boot, feel the leather, taste it, worship and deep throat my stiletto as though it'll be the last pleasure you'll ever experience!" I smiled like a Cheshire cat with the cream, while my slave obeyed under intense tie and tease pressure! He cupped my leather booted foot into the palms of his hands. Oh his heavy breathing, as he gently caressed, licked, touched, tasted and smelled while fully appreciating every second of being in my presence.

It was a most decadent unadulterated leather fetish session, with smothering and trampling, and . . . . . well teasingly for you that is for me to know and for you to perhaps one day find out!

Of course our time within the luxury discrete chambers didn't end there. Before leaving I slipped into a Karen Millen figure hugging dress, matching my Arollo red leather boots! A most befitting knockout for wine and dine at the 1869 followed by photos at the Renaissance.

I will say my outfit didn't go unnoticed by a few straying eyes, some young, some middle aged, and an elderly couple whose husband received a little ear bashing from a crumpled up Daily Telegraph followed by the wrath of her sharp tongue as they clocked me stepping out of the black cab upon our arrival! The poor old dear was only looking, perhaps something stirred between his lily livered thighs that gave him the shock of his life which lead to his shaky frail self getting into a bit of a fuddle. It was almost as though you could see the cogs cranking up until finally a lightbulb came on with a little voice in his head saying, "crikey, I forgot what that felt like!"

Thank you so much dear David, what a splendid day, you were a thoroughly discerning gentleman from beginning until we parted. The wine and dine, the lavish surroundings, our session inside a superb dungeon, and the lovely compliments received from a few ladies!

It is an absolute pleasure to enjoy the rituals of a Gentleman's Rendezvous, the session begins from the moment we meet until the time we part company!