Just a Funny (twisted) Story

       All of the really deeply insane perverts - at least among males in the bdsm community - live in London.  For all their foppish, British ways, male Doms in London put their American counterparts to shame.

       London is where my dear, disturbed friend, Charlie, took me to my first underground S&M club.  After entering and looking round for a few seconds - at the girl manacled naked to a table, being whipped, and the guy in leather undies crawling on all fours at his mistress' side - I turned to him and observed, "Okay, I like to think I'm as twisted as the next guy...but these people are sick."  Later that evening, I met a charming, little submissive from Hampstead Heath, and, well, the rest is history...I, too, am now among the damned. :)

       Anyway, the story I wanted to tell you is about this time we were out to lunch with this guy who actually led his girlfriend/slave about in public on a collar and leash.  We were sitting round a table at an outdoor cafe, and what this guy kept doing was - every time his girlfriend had occasion to turn her head, like to look at the waitress to ask for something, or just in reaction to a sound across the way - he'd give a quick tug on the leash, whipping her head back round a bit.  He had the end of the leash in his lap, and he didn't even seem to be paying attention to her all that much, but he rarely seemed to miss an opportunity.  He'd be talking and looking directly at me or someone else at the table, and - without any obvious movement of his hand, and without looking over at her himself, even though I did - he'd just tug, and her head would jerk back to the left a bit.  Well, this went on for some time.  Finally, after he'd yanked her back as she was reaching for the bottle of wine to refill her glass, I just burst out laughing, and, shaking my head, apologetically remarked, "I'm sorry, but that just is really funny as hell.  Are you all right, Linda?"  She frowned, slipping a finger inside the collar to adjust it, and frumpily replied, "Yes.  I'm just ducky."

       Life in the fast lane.

P.S.  London may be home to world's best submissive women as well (apologies to all my darling, Anerican submissive friends) - There's really nothing quite like a girl looking back over her shoulder and up at you, and breathlessly exclaiming in that delightfully soft British accent, "Sodomize me."