I want very much to tell you stories and lovely things and send you snipped locks of hair and have you give me pieces of skin and bone and fix it all with you here so that we can fight and make up like we are a regular Joe and Mary (that’s you, by the way, Mary), and make you stand naked in the corner and write penance with your tongue on the wall and have you kneeling and pretty and spanked and nipped and petted and slapped and kisses baby.

We wander into the sex shop in the gay part of town. It is a rather conventional shop, by most standards, but oh, they have shoes. Stripper shoes a mile high, with clear heels and diamantes, platforms in white, red and black, ribbons and shiny leather.

I search through sizes while he idly browses beside me. I point some out to him, “Look, look at these, these are fabulous!!” He smiles and nods approval, “Yes Ma’am”. I find a size 13 and beckon him over. It takes him a second to realise that they are for him.

“Try them on”, … Continue Reading