o, the story of

The Story of O - the classic BDSM story, originally written in the 1940's, caused much disgust and disturbance back then. It's about a young woman who allows herself to be whipped and prostituted, out of her love for Rene - the man in her life. Her master. Until, that is, Rene decides to give O to his step-brother, Sir Stephen, who is keen to whip and prostitute her for himself.

I'm on page 235 of the book - I've only had one wank so far, and that was on page 48.

Perhaps the film (which I shall endeavour to watch over the weekend) will be better, where the quaint language used in the book to describe such delicacies as hard cock ('his stiffened sword of flesh') and blow-jobs ('she caressed him with her mouth') shall be unnecessary and shall therefore not distract me (make me laugh) in the way it's currently doing. Or perhaps it won't.

But one thing is for sure; as shocking as it was then, with it's sadists and dungeons and rape and debauchery in the name of a 'love' that many people simply cannot understand, even in this modern age, it's very tame compared to what goes on in my own debauched head.

No watersports or knives or pet-play, O? Lightweight.

You haven't lived until you've been pissed on.