10 November - Ben

Lunch with Ben. Too funny or a sign of the amoral world some of us live in. He’s found himself a slave girl on the internet: Luise, a 23 year old who works in HR and who claims she can’t ask her boyfriend to do certain stuff to her. A bit like guys say they can’t ask the wife for a nal or golden showers or something. So he’s been quite bold and asks her to do tasks, and send photos via mobile phone to prove that she has. Some imaginative things… like before they actually met he’d asked her to write on her own body some words he gave her and send the photos, which she dutifully did. We had a work-like lunch at the Fishmarket with me looking at pictures he subsequently took when they had sex and had loaded onto his work laptop -he has a ten year old boy at home and we all know those ones can get into any nook and cranny of dad’s computer even if the wife can’t. We do this in between mouthfuls of risotto. Very civilised. And pretty explicit they were. Some nice bruises on her ass. But Ben’s favourite photo is one that just shows the hem of her mini-dress skimming her thigh so in his extreme world of accessing porn from work pretty much on a regular basis, the image he likes is the one that doesn’t show anything. Or maybe that’s because though Luise is fit and taut, she’s just a touch bigger than he likes? I personally think the boyfriend is well in on this or partly. Maybe it’s just a ruse to have things bought? Maybe not, it’s not like Ben’s getting her things that are out of her reach, simple stuff, s ex toys mainly. I had to laugh many times. How he used his daughter’s horsewhip on one occasion (daughter is not 9 yet), which must give him some private frisson as he takes her to lessons at the w/end or how he left Louise tied up for 20 minutes once. He was trying to play it as a ‘I won’t come back, and leave you here all tied up’ game, but of course had to, the man has a train to Essex to catch eventually! I asked ‘What did you do for 20 mins?’. ‘Phoned the wife’ came the deadpan reply.
Then he told me the harness thingy he bought for £70 actually came apart. And that it’s not easy to fuck anyone if they are tied up wrist to ankle but that the constriction is very useful if you’re going down on her. The fact that she can’t wiggle much makes it easier for the guy to stick to the target. That was definitely useful information I shall treasure. Oh and I saw a toy I didn’t know in the pictures, some double ender thing in a vile shocking pink colour. Then he got all imagination firing at the thought I may get involved. He quickly came up with several scenarios. I just licked my dessert spoon a bit longer than I normally would thinking ‘In your dreams darling’.
The thing is that six months ago he had a big scare. Some woman he met was a journalist and managed to have him photographed and printed a story in the News of the World with a suitably screaming headline ‘Women, this could be your husband’ type thing. His face was obscured but he had a distinctive coat on (some original stripe on the sleeves) and that made him identifiable. He had an excruciating week or so waiting for someone to tell his wife at the school gates. It’s ok her not reading the News of the World but plenty of other people do! And in fact another mother dropped some not so oblique hints to him when he picked up the kids. However, he feigned no knowledge and the thing has gone away so the fact that he’s become bolder in his game pursuits is slightly puzzling. I thought it was only celebrities that have some subconscious desire to be found out and are so stupid and get regularly caught (George Michael, Jude Law, plenty of politicos) but no, man from Essex does it too. I mean, the perils of internet communication. He could leave the computer on the train or something. I said half in jest ‘Send me some of these pics of Louise’ and he did! I guess he thinks so long as he’s not in them what would link the two? I did advise him to be a bit more careful as James Bond he’s not. I mean, he uses pseudonyms etc. but that’s not much use if he then pays for hotel bills or lunch with his normal credit card sporting his rather posher name. Doh! Men are stupid! We’ll do lunch again in a few months. Am sure by then he’ll try and interest me in the only other step he can go to from here ie. the threesome. So predictable.