Firstly a word about landscape. More often than not, one has a wonderful session, feels transformed, and then steps out into a dingy inner city street, or at best a respectable suburb. The magic disappears. Madam Dee lives in a beautiful, very isolated, house in the most beautiful region of the Cotswolds. Instead of driving through the dingy outskirts of a conurbation, I drove through increasingly beautiful hills, towns, and villages, which put me in the mood for something outstanding!

Yet the landscape had its problems. The day before the session, Madam Dee sent me an email, directing me to a village. I was pleasantly surprised to find that it was less then 30 miles from my starting-point, along untroubled rural A roads. Nevertheless, I had to guard against flat tyres, jack-knifed lorries, earthquakes, etc. So, two and a quarter hours before the appointment, I set out on the 45 minute journey; I am hyper-scrupulous. I arrived in plenty of time, and relaxed in a pleasant village pub, until I felt I could decently phone the mistress. I did so ten minutes before the appointment, and was directed to a phone box in another, smaller village. I was there given further directions, got lost, and phoned her on my mobile, only to drive promptly into an area with no network coverage. Eventually, however, I got there!

From her website, I suspected that she might be rather cold and distant. Nothing could be less true: she is a warm, friendly, and outgoing person, with a gentle, Northern voice. She is every bit as attractive as the most attractive pictures on her site (some do her far less than justice), but her animation adds a whole extra level of attractiveness!

Despite my lateness, we had a long chat over a cup of coffee. She then dressed as I requested, and we had a session of CP, rising to quite severe levels. She consistently kept the punishment at my pain threshold, increasing it as the threshold increased. Perfect. Madam Dee shares my belief that Mozart is an ideal accompaniment to a session. The first part was accompanied by the G minor string quintet. Many layers of beauty indeed. A further friendly chat afterwards, and I was out into the Cotswold sunshine, an hour and three quarters after my original appointment time. I was in transit eastwards, so I was able to continue through fresh scenery, which I hadn't visited for some years. The old associations were now filtered through most perfect association of all: the sunset glow of an extremely sore rear!
By slave H!