So my beginning was very different from Mr. SecretSub. From the very beginning I knew of his love for latex. I was fine with it, although it is not for me; I was more leather and uniforms! Especially a firefighter!! when I was asked if I would like to open my mind! And take a trip to meet Mistress Annabel Harrison. I was happy to go, all the while slightly terrified. I had no idea what to expect, only the promise of pure relaxation!! The day arrived, and on the train journey to Kensington, I won't lie, I felt sick! We were slightly early and stopped off for a glass of water. When I am scared, I tend to close up, so don't talk to me; just let me be! … walking to her basement Mr. Secret Sub grabbed my hand. I could have thrown up; I was so terrified. On being let in, the first thing that hit me was the smell of latex almost overpowering. Obviously I am not going to go into details of a session, but I will say I was soon put at ease and, as promised, enjoyed being totally relaxe...

I must admit to doing most of my thinking in life so far using my heart and not my head. (Or the small brain between my legs!) There are reasons. My head has had to deal with a lot of distractions over the years. And there are times you have to accept chaos, I would argue. Sometimes all you have is your heart's desires to cling on to as an emotional life raft. It's a pretty good compass, especially when kept safe from the distracting forces of, say, hate, envy, self-pity, or anger! Letting my heart as a compass guide me with little purpose or thought is not necessarily a bad thing; you're always going the right way, but you just never know where you are going or even if you have arrived.  I have lived with serendipity as a life's map, rather than with my mind steering it purposefully. However, this all changed for me in November 2025. I would call it a close spiritual encounter of the 3rd kind. Of course I wasn't sure at the time; these things tend to be slow-rising...

I presented my wife with an invitation to visit Mistress Annabel Harrison in Kensington on 20 August 2017. It was a surprise birthday present, and if truth be known, I had no idea how she would react. I had spent weeks overthinking the possible outcomes. She was not at that time in any measurable way kinky, whereas I was already a latent, driven, obsessive submissive in training—a normal man! I had visited Mistress Annabel 7 times before on a solo adventure of submissive discovery and had totally enjoyed the tiny glimpse into another kinky medfet and latex fetish world, but if truth be told, I wanted to be able to share the adventure with the one I loved, married, and had children with. It felt selfish not to share something I was enjoying so much. Fetish therapy should definitely be available as an NHS (and, of course, private) service I started with wanting a Medfet session for self-need and ended needing them to strike a balance with life, the universe, and everything. Annabel will ...