The following entry is by LondonTitPig
Part 1 - FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 9
As I nervously descended the steps to Central Station’s basement, I wondered what on earth I was doing there. I had only been tied up a couple of times, with varying results. The idea of being immobilised in a communal space wasn’t altogether appealing. The smell of musty damp, tinged with stale cum and a faint whiff of fecal matter did little to assuage my concerns.
