Please hold my cup while I beat you

For those, like us, interested in both the London fet scene and delicious sugary treats, CCK is high on the list of Saturday afternoon havens. CCK stands for Coffee, Cake and Kink, a teeny cafe hiding in a side road just past the Covent Garden crowds. Comfy chairs, piercings, whips, and the occasional hot goth sipping a latte.

Although it by no means trumps what's on offer elsewhere, CCK owns its niche as the only fetish cafe in London. Of course, as any economics nerd will tell you, this can lead to problems, such as uttely astronomical prices. Expect to pay about six quid for a coffee, two or three for a cake, and double-take at the price tags on the cock rings and coffee-table pornography that are on sale.

Whingeing aside, it's a nice place to hang out, not least because it has sexy pictures on the walls. But if you like your perving cheap and cheerful you might be better off with a thermos of tea and your hand in your pocket at an Ann Summers shop.

Photo courtesy of harvardavenue on flickr.