Happy as a pig in shit

In Sheffield i had found a dungeon. Well, more appropriately i had found Louise and a flat for two in the bottom of a victorian house. There were the cellars as well. Louise had started a business of sorts and already had people coming around on the tranvestite angle also.

i landed, feet first, in the thick of it. Louise and i became a partnership and that is how things progressed. With basic bondage equipment around and a clear, three roomed cellar, i was able to indulge in actual bondage with proper equipent whenever it was wanted.

This picture is me performing a self-posing test for a self portrait that i was to repeat, later, with lingerie, cuffs, spreader bar and chains ... although i won't post that picture here. You can get the idea of what the place looked like, though. Strong beams held coach bolts that could easily take someones weight. Self timers on cameras allowed portraits like this, before the days of infa-red remote controls.


The people that visited or came to the parties, were just like any other cross section of society. Rich, poor, fun, dour, there was also an occasional thief and trouble maker, but the majority were very honest and some had hearts of total gold with generous souls to match.

This was probably the happiest period of my life. It did, however, come with snags. One was that Louise was lying to me. Eventually, the web of lies crashed down around her and she left. i was never to see her again ... well, not for what must have been fifteen years later and i spent some time with Louise and her new partner; i even went on a mountain walk holiday with them in 2007; and Louise and i made our peace. Louise died of cancer a little short of a year after that holiday. i went on the walk in the countriside where we scattered Louise's ashes and bade her farewell.

However, to return to Sheffield all that time ago and Louise's leaving; J had turned up on the scene. If you follow the Life Of A Stranger blog, then you should have read that J and L saved me from being kicked out of my flat some years earlier because of two burglaries and the landlady's fear of reprisals ... i was kicked out. Well, J and L separated and somehow, J ended up on the doorstep having heard that there was an operating dungeon in the area, and was looking for some fun.

Louise moved out, J moved in and she and i were partners for a little over eleven years. J had work and that meant a good income. The dungeon grew; the equipment grew and so did the fun ... i finally got work myself. For a good few years this is how life continued. Wonderful parties, great people and enjoyable times.

Things were not to last, however. J lost her job and i resigned mine in disgust. Income stopped and we then had to move on.