History
In the beginning, the chamber was derelict underground storage until a sudden vision and 2 years of hard work. Learn about the story behind your favourite chamber.
The Beginning
I remember it vividly. I had just bid goodbye to my last client of the day, who, among other bizarre requests, insisted on being put into a dog cage. I had one but it was stored in an outbuilding. I poured out of my latex and into jeans. I made a cup of tea, lit a cigarette and relaxed on the sofa. Mistress was feeling better already.
But where was that dog cage? Grabbing my keys, I wandered to the outbuilding in the hot afternoon. Unlocking the building where I stored so many things, climbing over the clutter and huge hole in the floor, I suddenly had a vision—this space could be a theatre, a theatre for BDSM. Looking down into the pit and then up to the rafters and around the scary stone walls, the penny dropped.
I remember it vividly. I had just bid goodbye to my last client of the day, who, among other bizarre requests, insisted on being put into a dog cage. I had one, but it was stored in an outbuilding. I poured out of my latex and into jeans. I made a cup of tea, lit a cigarette, and relaxed on the sofa. Mistress was feeling better already.
But where was that dog cage? Grabbing my keys, I wandered to the outbuilding in the hot afternoon. Unlocking the building where I stored so many things, climbing over the clutter and huge hole in the floor, I suddenly had a vision—this space could be a theatre, a theatre for BDSM. Looking down into the pit and then up to the rafters and around the scary stone walls, the penny dropped.
Modern Day
I left on a high, determined to make this happen but I had no idea how. I naively thought it would take six months—just some electric, heat, and equipment. How wrong I was!
How wrong I was! I hadn’t considered a shower room, insulation, flooring, windows, wrought iron work, dividing walls, mirrors—not to mention the seven skips it took to empty the place before any work even commenced.
When I shared the plan with our BDSM family, they thought I was crazy. But their loyalty proved invaluable. We all worked our day jobs and then on the new chambers in the evenings and on weekends. Holidays went up the spout for two years! The fallouts and screaming matches were unbelievable—we were all so tired and irritable—but hey, we did it! I thank you all sincerely.
I left on a high, determined to make this happen, but I had no idea how. I naively thought it would take six months—just some electric, heat, and equipment. How wrong I was!
How wrong I was! I hadn’t considered a shower room, insulation, flooring, windows, wrought iron work, dividing walls, mirrors—not to mention the seven skips it took to empty the place before any work even commenced.
When I shared the plan with our BDSM family, they thought I was crazy. But their loyalty proved invaluable. We all worked our day jobs and then on the new chambers in the evenings and on weekends. Holidays went up the spout for two years! The fallouts and screaming matches were unbelievable—we were all so tired and irritable—but hey, we did it! I thank you all sincerely.