The following weekend, on the Saturday, Belinda suggested we all go round to Mark’s house. I assumed that this was Mark’s suggestion. We had dinner out first, and then Belinda took us back to the house. It was a large one in St John’s Wood. I realised that Mark must have more money than I supposed. Belinda ushered us inside and gave us some drinks then took us on a tour. Down in the basement, she opened a door and switched on a light. It was a kind of dungeon, kitted out for b**m games of all sorts. Along one wall, there were implements of correction hanging from a rack: whips, leather straps, floggers, paddles, canes and riding crops. Against the opposite wall was a large chest with several drawers. Belinda opened each in turn to show their contents. In one drawer were restraints of vario
