Hi, I'm back..... after a fashion. Three weeks of being virtually immobile has left me rather drained and wondering what the hell happened to all my tomorrows. There were so many they could have filled the night sky like stars. Far too many to bother counting, all of them shiny and new and waiting to be explored. Looking up there don't seem as many now. Perhaps it's a few clouds hurrying to join in the little storm over Malaga hiding them or perhaps they've been turning into empty yesterdays full of what I could have dones. Whatever! I'm determined no more tomorrows are going to be wasted. Until recently the highlight of my day was sitting on the terrace waiting for the magnificent night flowering jasmine to open its flowers . Its scent is intoxicating but its season is now over. I'm still in this walled "village" with its iron gates north and south. It's mainly Dutch with swimming pool (which helps), bar, restaurant and little supermarket. Not as many people here as normal but they are all friendly and really helpful. I can manage short and medium walks but I've hired one of those Dalek machines for scooting about. I think this part of the Spanish south coast is one of the safest places to be. All the major hotels are empty and the only people here are the locals, ex pats and a few visitors like myself. Everybody wears a mask and police patrol cars pass by every 30 mins or so. Since last March only 9 people have died from the virus in this region and cases are few and far between. To be honest I'm not looking forward to going back. The rest of the world seems to have taken leave of its senses. Not been up to producing any pics but here's one that I posted on Bdsmlr some while ago. I know it's in the wrong thread but how about folk coming up with what is going on in this pic?
The Roman masses that daily fill the arena seats have an insatiable appetite for ever more erotically exciting events. Satisfying that demand with new attractions is a constant challenge for the arena impresarios.
On this day the latest titillating offering features a nude slavegirl whipped to death by a female dominatrix while bound to an immense golden phallus, wickedly girdled with a ring of sharp Iron spikes.
Bets are taken, prior to the event, as to how long the slave girl can withstand the bite of the lash before goring herself on a phallic spike.