A dead fetishist can’t spend money
There’s this shop in London called Fettered Pleasures that’s an all-encompassing horn paradise for rubber/S & M aficionados. Despite its reputation as the most hardcore fetish shop in London, they don’t pump industrial throughout the store, but shitty mid-nineties trance like ATB’s “9pm (‘till I come).”
On the plus side you can test drive all the equipment, but remember to cling-film anything you put inside yourself and to clean up afterward with the talcum powder and kitchen towels on hand. I said hi to Andy, the owner.