In the middle of a busy Saturday night, The Slave texts:
"Wanna hav fone sex? I bought rubber hood and gag, nipple clamps and poppers. And collar and lead :)"
Oh. They say that romance is dead.
I had two options:
a) Text back: "Hi. You're lovely, but this is a bit hard core for me."
b) Text back: "Cool. Put it all on and I'll phone you in 15 minutes." And then never call.
I'm pleased to say I took option a.