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Diary 30th April

Fetishistic women in tightly laced corsets, stockings and spiky high-heels, congregating on a raised platform with their naked victim – he’s rolled in a ball at their feet having receiving a vicious blow to his intimate parts.

Ten or twelve people in the audience show their appreciation by clapping. When one of the women – the tallest, most powerfully built one – reaches down and grips her victim’s genitals, the audience applauds even more loudly…She lifts the squealing man half-off the floor by his privates, smiling all the while at her companions.

‘See how it stretches,’ she calls, and the audience cheers enthusiastically. ‘Rip it off,’ cries one rosy faced woman. She is obviously very excited by the spectacle. ‘D’you want to come up here?’ the dominatrix asks her. ‘Punish his balls for us?’

There is a momentary hesitation and then the woman moves forward and scrambles up on the platform. The audience goes wild when the woman crushes her victims testicles in her fist…

Outside the small community hall it is sleeting, but almost at once the sleet turns to a miserable soaking drizzle. Spilling out of the hall everyone says their goodnights. Umbrellas open despite the strong wind. The evening’s victim with his tall wife is smiling and waving as he climbs into their car…

‘Goodnight guys, see you next month…’

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Today is a day for housework. We have visitors coming tomorrow for an afternoon of carefree imbibing. So I will spring clean both lounge and kitchen…

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And in the news Red Ken’s done it again. Yes, that rave from the grave, Ken Livingstone has opened his mouth and managed to cram both feet in it. Nothing new in that, I guess. But Ken is now suspended from the Labour party…