We're driving home from Liverpool on a glorious summer Sunday, having spent the last four days with Ken's parents celebrating Ken's fiftieth birthday. I'm wearing a linen wrap skirt and plain blouse, over a cotton bra and panties to keep cool. The car's air-con is so cold that Ken has noticed my nipples poking through my blouse, which gives him an idea. "How about livening the journey up a bit?" Ken says after a few minut...

Over the years, I have gathered a wealth of inside information regarding business transactions and deals, as well as pillow talk, or what Ken calls 'inside-her trading'. This, together with our combined earning power, has greatly benefited us to the point that our investment portfolio is impressive. However, pillow talk works both ways. John, one of my regular clients, and I were chatting post-coital, when he mentioned a...

Ken is treating me for my fortieth birthday by taking me on a tour of European sex clubs!? He has visited many of them with business clients in Europe, where it is considered normal—a bit like discussing business on the golf course, but with less exercise. Ken thinks I might learn a thing or two! We've been to a couple of clubs in Amsterdam, including the famous Banana club! One in Copenhagen, another in Berlin, and tonig...

Our lives have become busier as we climb the corporate ladder, limiting our time together [although I manage to sneak in a few secret sessions when Ken's away], so we must plan carefully. Tonight is just such an occasion. Organising has taken a while, as we had to book the hotel months in advance. Our aim is for me to pick up as many men as possible in one night, and for Ken to try his luck with the ladies as well. A firs...

It's the middle of August, and Gupta's cricket team is at the end of its tour, with the last game being played at Northampton County Cricket Ground. In June, he had introduced me to the players at their first game, informing them that I would be theirs if they performed well during the tour. Nineteen pairs of young, hungry eyes devoured my sexily clad body—promises of things to come. And I can't believe that after nearly...

I am taking Parinda to the 'Da Vinci Club' tonight. She and Gupta, her husband, were among my first clients and have been regular visitors ever since, to the extent that they are more like friends than clients. Parinda suggested last week, during our 'consultation', that Gupta offer me to his cricket team as a reward if they perform well, as he is bringing them to England next year. Then she sighed. "Oh, if only it could...

I'm sitting in the lounge at the Da Vinci Club, waiting for my first private clients to appear. Michael had announced at my last performance for Master and Mistress that I was available for hire, a ruse to increase the number of proferred tips. Michael did not expect me to take up any of the offers; however, he did pass them on to me. Indeed, they were mainly quite violent or risky; however, one appealed: a group of seven...

Six months have passed since my first visit to the Da Vinci Club with my Master and Mistress, and we are there again tonight. The first experience was strangely erotic and appealing, and I am looking forward to my second visit with enthusiasm. I am also better prepared, having spent time at the club with Michael, the lead Dom. He has shown me coping mechanisms and demonstrated all the devices and apparatus they use. At se...

Now and then, something arises that makes life interesting again. Tonight promises to be one of those moments. After six years as a professional girl, you might have thought I had seen it all. But not so. My clients, a husband and wife, are taking me to a BDSM club where I will be subjected to, well, anything they want, within reason. Or rather, anything the clubs' Dom wants. He will be the one subjecting me to his whims...

Ken and I have been dogging twice more since our first foray into the scene. Last September in Berkshire, only three weeks after our first event, and again this year, in April, outside Brighton. It was too cold for the months in between! Ken refuses to return to the Essex site, as their promise of arranging twenty men for me was too much for him to accept. It seems Ken has limits to his desires! However, I don't appear to...

It's been eighteen months since my threesome and the nightclub incident. Ken enjoyed my story and, like me, has been hankering after something similar happening. Although he knows nothing of the club floor sex beyond the groping and exposing of my body, that's my secret, and I do long to do it again. Perhaps being a bit more involved, if possible! It's unlikely to happen in my professional capacity again; my clients like...

I'm not usually this excited to meet new clients, even though meeting someone new is always interesting; however, I'm entertaining two lads this evening, my first threesome with two men. Lads, as they are both a little younger than me, which is also unusual. They want to pick me up casually and chat me up, according to the brief Alex has given me, and then go to the nightclub just around the corner from the hotel. Adding...

June 1999, I'm well into my second year as a consultant, having signed a two-year extension with Colin in February. Money talks! And what money! The contract hours had increased even before I’d agreed to complete the first twelve months, and are now twelve hours per week, give or take, with a cap of six hundred and twenty-four hours per twelve months, including holidays. Overtime can be worked! With the new contract came...

Ken and I are in London for my birthday weekend, hoping to kill two birds with one stone. First, we have a show booked for Saturday afternoon to celebrate my birthday. We will leave Friday and Saturday evenings free to attempt to pick someone up to fulfil Ken's fantasy. Ken wants me to sleep with other men, and then tell him all about it afterward. When he first told me of this I was shocked, to say the least. However he...