A day in Southport, Lancashire and Greater Manchester

With there being only a limited number of corners of this country yet to visit with my new books, this day I decided to visit a few corners of the northwest that I had not yet got around to. Southport lies in Merseyside, but is well to the north of the main body of the county and has boasted two parlours for the past year or so. I got there about 11 a.m. and I had yet to visit Sensation X and so I decided to go and see them first. However on ringing them to ascertain precisely where they were in the town, I discovered that Vicky the boss was otherwise disposed and not going to be around for some days and no ladies had yet turned up for work and would not be there for another hour or so.

http://www.sensationx.net

So I headed over to Red, the town's leading parlour very conveniently located on an industrial estate on the edge of the town well away from the seafront. I was greeted by Jane, who had been raided by the police two years previously and was still waiting for all the goods they had confiscated at the time, including my certificate with its picture frame and two of my mugs. Indeed she was now taking the police to court to get everything back. Interestingly she pointed out to me that she herself had few assets having had a serious cancer scare some years ago and at that point realised some things were more important than money. I wondered why it was that the police had not proceeded with any charges with respect to her and now I understood. They could not cover the costs of any prosecution from the projected proceeds of any assets confiscated under the proceeds of crime act and consequently since the prosecution would not be profitable, and so the police duly frustrated had almost given up, but had not wished to finally concede defeat and hence this bizarre hanging on to the "evidence". Jane was happy to get a new framed certificate and I even gave her a few dominatrix mugs, though they have no dungeon there. I then set off for Preston.

http://www.redmassage.co.uk

I had been hoping to have then met up with Madam Beverley, a particularly noted and much recommended dominatrix based in Blackburn. When I had talked to her earlier in the week, she had indicated that after a morning spent in the gym, where she apparently does a lot of kick boxing to keep in trim, she would probably be free between 12 and 1 when she often gets started on a whole series of appointments with little let up until late. However when I finally got through to her on the phone about 12.30, she told me she had been busy since very early and would not be finished until 9 or so that night, though she would try and ring me later. If she is to be taken at her word, she is probably the busiest domme in the whole country and she has had numerous first class reviews, but that purported volume of business did leave me wondering.

http://www.madambeverley.co.uk

So I headed to Preston instead and decided to check out the new location of the noted house of domination/private house, the House of Pleasure and Pain. This has moved from a semi in Blackpool Road to a luxury giant dormer bungalow in the country to the east of the city. Surrounded by fields and woodland and yet pretty easily acessible from the M6, it has to be the best located establishment I have come across in a while. They have converted a double garage into a very roomy dungeon, though it could do with a bit more equipment, while they also have a schoolroom and a transformation room inside the bungalow itself. In fact, though there are now three massage rooms, the basic set up is essentially the same as before, just in a much more upmarket building and with a lot more rooms. In fact with all the room around it, I can understand why they say it is ideal for outdoor sessions. Indeed when I turned up they had a phtographer there taking photos of various ladies in various states of undress on the lawn between the house and the garage and with virtually no neighbours near, no one was going to be offended. I had got the impression from Mistress Storm, the outfit's supremo that she might have been prepared to line up a lady to attend to me, but they were that busy, what with seeing clients and interviewing new ladies coming to work there, so I had to give up on the idea and after unsuccessfuly trying to contact another outfit in the city, I left Preston and headed down to Manchester to get rid of some books and maps to pay for the journey.

http://www.houseofpleasureandpain.com

After disposing of books and maps at three sex shops in the city, two of them grumbling about the lack of trade, I headed up to Bury. I had rung Mistress Julia Pink at the town's noted house of domination, the Manchester Dungeon, a few days before and I was greeted by several familiar faces when I arrived, with the beautiful Mistress Jadee and the noted strap on specialist Mistess Winter, whom I had come across in Huddersfield at the Yorkshire dungeon some timeback, both there. Mistress Julia Pink duly arrived a short while later, having been out when I got there and we had a useful conversation. I was then introduced to three more dominatrixes who work there now, one, a new trainee by the name of Sheba looked particularly interesting. Having given them little notice of my arrival however, it was clear that much as Mistress Julia Pink would have been happy to have extended to me the benefit of a session with one of the ladies there, with nearly all of them either about to go into a session or about to call it a day, I had again struck out.

http://www.themanchesterdungeon.com

With one of my other two potential calls in Blackburn only available from 4.20 p.m. onwards, I had decided to do Blackburn last and so I now headed up to the town to visit the noted Canadian Domme, Miss De Meaner and her partner Sir Kneel. They have taken over a former corner shop to the south of the town centre and have converted a first floor room in it into a dungeon, though they plan on moving the dungeon down into their more roomy cellar shortly. Sir Kneel curiously can either be dominant or submissive, while Miss De Meaner always takes control. Their prices, particularly for two people sessions are very reasonable and while they have had few reviews, they have an interesting set up, with a lot of potential.

http://www.miss-de-meaner.co.uk

I now proceeded to the town's principle parlour, Angels in Whalley Banks. No longer run by Angel herslef, but by a charming lady by the name of Brenda. As before I found the lovely Dempsey, a lady much famed for her time working at World Famous Babes in Swinton, in attendance there. She told me she thought the photo of her in the guidebook made her bum look big. I told her she was getting paranoid and in fact only a few days before I had been asked to change the photo online of a noted independent working lady because she did not want her face shown and when she sent me a substitute it was in black and white, which I make a point of not using for my website and so I asked her for another suitable photo. What she then sent made her look as though she had an enormous bum and so, while I pointed out that this photo satisfied both all of her and my criteria for inclusion, I asked her if I should entitle the photo "Does my bum look big in this?" Luckily this lady had a sense of humour and was able to find a fourth photo in colour and where she looked suitably gorgeous and the matter was resolved. Dempsey could also see the amusing side of this.

http://www.angels-massage.co.uk

Having left them some books I headed home, listening to Any Questions and Alan Duncan, whom I actually have quite a soft spot for, since he is not as hypocritical as most politicians, but here he was making out that the Tories are on the side of the poor, which is just the current Tory party line. And then you had Blair making out he believes in liberty and then again pigs might fly.

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