Katherine steps into the train and the sides hiss closed. Candlewax waves as it screels its way out of the station.

[W]e are at once struck with the extraordinary nature of the fact that these intense individualities, these nations of widely different origin, … are contained in the circuit of a single empire; and we wonder what force it is which compels the strange cohesion. Surely it is not the sword of yonder cross-legged, lethargic, beturbanned, or befezzed being, who, pipe in mouth, looks softly out of his dark eyes with a half-expressed disdain!

Leather and rubber fetish has always been popular but there’s a massive need for dommes who specialise in foot and shoe worship; there are just not enough of us to go around.

Thus we may see, quoth he, how the world wags.