My famous black leather briefcase does not exist.
It has appeared now and again on these pages.
It was said to contain a collection of the tools of my Dominant art. Of restraint and control, of delicious pleasure and of exquisite pain. It supposedly accompanied me like an old friend to hotel rooms and chalets, houses and apartments. And a few times into the leafy countryside. Once even onto a small canal boat on the river Thames.
I have allowed it, in various blogs over a number of years, in short stories and even in poetry, to become almost iconic. A dark, dangerous, exciting symbol of Dominance and submission.
The time has come for honesty.
There is no famous black leather briefcase.
Perhaps I should clarify.
It did exist once in its important role. It was my companion on many wild, decadent encounters and affairs. It was the faithful container of the devices and bonds I used during achingly erotic sessions with submissive women I have adored.
But two things led to its demise.
The first was the wear and tear of travel and time. The leather became damaged, the hinges twisted, the locks unreliable.
The second was simply capacity. My arsenal of pleasure and pain has outgrown it. It can no longer contain all that I have collected and want it to carry. So I have reluctantly retired it to looking after my old notebooks, handwritten in blue-black fountain pen ink in the days before digital made writing so much easier. Although perhaps less elegant.
Yet the briefcase’s spirit lives on. Though now sadly in larger, more anonymous, work-a-day luggage that does not quite possess the gravitas and dark charm of its predecessor.
Perhaps I shall write about the contents next….
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
Photo stolen from cavannarose
This is a re-post from a year ago. But the briefcase – or at least its spirit – lives on. So I added some audio to justify its repeat exposure