In a thread at Dommes.co.uk, an inquisitive gimp posed the question as to what women really want out of life. So that got me thinking. What do I want? World peace? A zillion pounds? A lamp with a magic genie stuck inside it?

I decided, on reflection, that what I actually want is a sedan chair to be carried about in.

What with the congestion charge, parking restrictions, and the state of public transport in London, a couple of burly submissives and a small portable living room on sticks is the only practical solution for the modern Domme-about-town. I want something ornate with velvet, drapes, and cushions. Minions! Find me one! Now!