Two pictures for Sinful Sunday today. One is very simple – it’s of a businessman, tall, 50 something. One night last week he put on his Dinner Jacket, tied his bow tie and went for drinks and dinner in a huge room full of other people wearing Dinner Jackets. It was a large buzzy function, the monochrome of the men’s DJ’s enlivened by the glittering evening dresses of the ladies.
He drank Champagne, listened to the business war stories people tell at this type of event, perhaps even told a few of his own. There was nothing to mark him out from the 600 or so other people in the room.
But he has a secret, this business man. He’s a kinky, masochistic, hedonist and has a beautiful but sadistic mistress. Just a few minutes before walking, perhaps a little gingerly, up the steps to the function room he had been tied to a bed in a London hotel taking a vicious but prolonged thrashing from his Mistress. She’d left him a sweaty, gasping mess, his backside criss-crossed with the marks of her cane his back red and sore from her flogger.
So perhaps you were at that dinner. If you saw a guest whose hand strayed to his backside while he drank his pre-dinner champagne; or one who seemed a little uncomfortable in his chair during dinner; perhaps someone whose eyes glazed over a few times as he mentally left the room; this image will show you why:
Perhaps I’ll write this session up. It was made particularly intense by the absence of any visual or spoken communication. She walked into the room, spent 45 minutes taking me apart and left. Without a word
More, though perhaps less bruised, Sin here: