No, it’s not there, but it should be there: the perfect Chinese restaurant. Picture the scene: you’re still unowned, so Wip-Ling-Dic (or something like that) is the answer to all your submissive prayers. You go there at least once a week, because you’re always hungry for more. When it’s your turn you say: “Can I have a Fu-Yung-Hai and a whipping, please?” One of the Girls takes you downstairs where some of the most gorgeous Asian Ladies are waiting for you. Booted, leathered up, skilled, ruthless pearls of the Orient. They will greet, cuff and whip you to smithereens. No way in the world you’re gonna ask them to stop, because suffering for them is the ultimate reward. After the beating they’ll hand you your food and you disappear into the lazy Sunday afternoon. But you’ll be back, this was certainly not a Fu-Yung-Bye.