SMart

See, they do things differently on the continent…

There we were, in the centre of Vienna, me and my two very delightful companions. Needing coffee – or, perhaps, more drink after dinner.

Local knowledge leading us to the SMart Cafe. (See what they did there, with the name? If not, you soon will…)

A well-stocked bar. A comfortable, glass-topped table.

A table? Hold on. That’s… that’s a cage, topped with a table.

…and there are implements hanging on the walks.

And that back room? That’s a fully-equipped dungeon. Help yourselves…

And so we did. Both girls in turn bent over to be caned over jeans – one already very marked from our previous evening’s hotel fun, the other someone that up to that point I’d only dreamt of playing with.

One face down on the whipping table to be whacked. The other, then, blouse removed, tied with her hands above her head and flogged hard on her back with the most exquisite of whips.

.. whilst the strangers‎ watched. Other, of course, than the woman in her knees for the gentleman in the corner before she discreetly straddled him on the sofa. They could be excused for not spectating.

London bars and pubs? You mean nothing to me. Oh, Vienna…‎ Just amazing!