We are in a taxi. I am snug and warm beside you. On this occasion, I am wearing a long black hooded cloak. That's all - just a long black cloak. I'm sure this means that a nice surprise is awaiting me.
I'm leaning against you, resting my head on your lap, feeling your wonderful fur coat soft against my skin.
The taxi driver is used to our evening excursions and pays us no attention. He drives silently through the dark streets.
We're nearing the centre and entering the quiet Soho backstreets and down into Chinatown.
Not a word is spoken during the journey.
The taxi stops outside a brightly lit restaurant but we don't go in. Instead you are leading me down a flight of narrow steps. The stones feel cold against my bare feet.
You ring a bell and the door immediately open. It seems we are expected. You sweep in, in your furs. I follow meekly, your hooded servant!
A dark passageway, a sliding door, a smell of jasmine and into a dimly lit room. A tiny wizened Chinese woman shows you to a huge wooden chair, a throne!
And still no word has been spoken...
The Chinese woman indicates that I am to remove my cloak. She takes the garment from me. Although I am now completely naked, it all feels perfectly natural. I feel no shame, I make no attempt cover myself ... my little dark triangle...my boobs.
There is a chair for me. Cold metal. I sit down facing you across the room. I am very curious and not a little excited.
Music is playing somewhere in the labyrinth of passages in this strange house. Chinese music.
The woman stands beside me. I can feel her breath on my bare skin. In one hand she holds a black lacquer tray filled with golden needles. Acupuncture needles.
