Christian gives in and shows me around his creepy home dungeon. Itâs all decked out with douchebag sex-toys, every one of which costs more than my flat. Iâve been to more interesting parties in Brixton.
âMy desires areâŠunconventional,â he admits
âSo are mine,â I say. âI want to overthrow the government, eliminate the money system, institute complete automation and destroy the male sex.â
Christian goes off to sulk in his helicopter.
When he comes back heâs still in a mood. âLook,â I say, âI donât think youâre really a âdominantâ at all. I donât think you know what that means. I donât want to police your fantasies, but the way this is playing out is deeply problematic. Youâre just an entitled sociopath and misogynist in a nice tie, and there are plenty of people who might find that sexy, but I donât.â
âYou need to learn to manage my expectations. I am not a patient man,â he mutters.
I pull my tampon out and throw it violently at his head.