I thought the man at my door wanted to be spanked, but he was selling WiFi
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A man contacted me recently asking if he could book a session, and if possible, bring some 18th-century outfits for us both. Oh, and a makeshift stile, too…
“Well, of course,” I said. Instantly, I knew a delightful afternoon beckoned, as I love a role-play session and the more imaginative the better.
It turns out my client wanted to be transformed into a member of the Georgian gentry, out walking with his fiancée (whose name had to be Alice), when by some mishap he got caught halfway over a stile, buttocks exposed, trousers snagged on a nail.
While he squirmed, begged, and protested, naughty Alice would spank him, birch him, belt him, take a hairbrush to him, and for the finale, fig him with a piece of ginger.
Quite where Alice found the root to put in place during their countryside stroll wasn’t fully addressed in the narrative. Maybe they were carrying a picnic, but either way, he seemed to enjoy the burning sensation it created.
For two hours, and $360, I played naughty Alice, and it was one of the most elaborate, exciting sessions I’ve ever engaged in.
Role-play is a huge part of my career as a sex worker and dominatrix and I love it, but usually I’m expected to be a strict aunt, boss, wife, mother-in-law, correction officer, member of a revolutionary kidnapping collective… or, most commonly, a teacher.
Education-based role-play probably accounts for 50% of all my sessions — school scenes are deeply embedded in many people’s imaginations.
My favorite spanking sessions are the ones that start the second I open the door. Often a man produces a note from his mother or teacher, which gives me something to work with.
“Ah, William, your mother says she caught you stealing fruit from my yard and insists I deal with you… in any way I see fit.”
Another time there was a man who played a real estate agent coming to value my house, making several derogatory remarks about its condition until I, incensed, threatened to tell his boss unless…
Recently, one of my clients calculated I must have delivered around 1,300 strokes of the cane during his session.
When it comes to role-play, whether you’re exploring stories with a partner or a client, rules are crucial. For example, you must disclose any places you definitely don’t want to go — or definitely must — for the story to work.
Once I’m in role, I don’t come out of character unless something very unexpected happens. Not so long ago, a neighbor started banging angrily on my door to say my “guest” had blocked his driveway with his car.
I knew this was the time to break role and admit to the client he must revert back to real-life Dave with the silver sedan, who’d have it keyed if he didn’t get his pants back on immediately.
Otherwise, stay in role. Trust the story. If you’re with somebody inexperienced and they start giggling and making silly remarks, punish them for it. Let them know you’re serious. They will thank you afterward.
Another thing to remember in all role-play is that outfits count. I had a treasured dress-up box as a child, and how fortunate I am to possess an even more elaborate collection now I’m in my forties.
Changing for a session promptly lifts you away from the workday and helps you inhabit another character, whether it’s a high court judge or correction officer.
When I slip on my seamed stockings, pencil skirt, silk blouse, I promptly become Clara. She’s a persona, her patterns of speech become more elaborate, her stance more dominant; she moves and speaks in a way that automatically conveys — and moreover demands — total respect.
She can take on many different roles, but her personality is always unwavering.
In these sessions, a few of my clients want to explore real-life misdemeanors for which they were never caught, guilt that has often haunted them over the years.
I’ve punished some for dangerous driving, for lying and cheating, recklessly endangering people’s lives and happiness. Often they want to be taken beyond their limits, properly thrashed in a way that will truly hurt them, seeking release in tears the way most masochists seek release in climax.
I’ve made men sob by probing their deepest shame while beating them until they scream, but I don’t seek those sessions out. For me, discipline is about play. It’s an escape into fantasy — dressing up and larking about — a journey away from torment, not through it.
The way I see it, there’s only one potential pitfall to role-play. I once opened the door to a slightly nervous, handsome-looking man in his early twenties who I thought was booked for a happy hour.
“Right, you. Upstairs this minute,” I said. He looked a bit surprised but did as he was told as I ushered him into my study and sat down.
“I’m sure you can guess why you’re here,” I began, playing the role of headmistress. “Your tutor Miss Brown has explained that you were caught cheating on your math exam…”
“What? What’s going on?” he stuttered.
“Silence! Insolent boy! There is only one possible punishment for cheating at this school. As you’re doubtless aware, we are firm believers in corporal punishment, and twelve cold, hard strokes of the cane will be exactly the painful, humiliating punishment you need to ensure you never try cheating again. Take down your trousers this minute.”
Completely perplexed, he said, “I only wanted to know if you wanted to change your broadband plan…” Then there was another knock on the door and the penny dropped with a horrifying clang right in the pit of my stomach. Wrong guy.
The poor man fled all too willingly and I let in the real client, late sixties, skinny, rather smug-looking, and bid a sad adieu to the happy hour I’d briefly imagined.
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