I met Claire in an art gallery. Art galleries often have some very sensual women in and we'd got chatting over a mutual appreciation of an erotic Man Ray photograph. After refreshments and a fun chat at the cafe, I walked her to the tube station. We swapped details and were about to part when we decided not to. I think the way our eyes connected when we smiled at each other made us consider staying together longer. Claire...

My slave is called, "slave" – not capitalised. She was sitting next to me, resting her chin on her hand, staring out at the countryside passing by. We were driving to a cottage I had rented. slave had signed a contract for the weekend ceding control to me. She looked gorgeous. She had spent Friday afternoon away from work at the gym for a gentle workout, at the hairdresser's to get her hair fixed before spending an hour o...

I was feeling stressed. I needed to do something about it. Everything had got on top of me. Too much work, too much travel, too much socialising. I asked Zoe for advice. She was a long-time friend who I knew had taken time off work several months before and had come back shining. She looked happy and relaxed. I gave Zoe a ring. Zoe looked at me. "You do look a bit washed out, what have you been doing?" "Not much, I just s...