I have a customer who lives in the Lake District, who I see two or three times a year.
And so, this weekend, that is where I have been, and it makes a great change to have a weekend as a guest at his house, whilst also sessioning him.
When I say “house”, the description doesn’t really do justice in describing his home.
It is a GREAT HOUSE – a detached house – Victorian age villa – in its own grounds and garden, with traditional Victorian features.
You step inside his home and you step back at least 140 years behind our times – to the 1800’s. Entrance hall, rooms for the household and their guests. Elsewhere, much smaller, bare decorated rooms, and tight, narrow, basic stairway – the quarters for those who were in service to the household.
So this is the perfect setting for my Customer’s role play – genuine surroundings.
SO NOW THE SESSION:
My customer asks me to dress in authentic formal dress of the time – the outfit provided for me at his own expense – I am the Lady of the house, and he is my Maid, there to serve my every request.
The ladies maid is unwell, so I have to train this miserable specimen of a scullery maid – Doris!
My customer likes guests to be present to join in his humiliation – dressed in similar fashion to myself!
Lunch guests have arrived, but lunch was an embarrassment! It took this stupid scullery maid 40 minutes to serve lunch to myself and my guests, I had to apologise endlessly to the guests!!!
I made my excuses to my guests, Doris and I stepped out of the dining room into the hallway – for a discreet conversation!
“YOUR’E MAKING A FUCKING EMBARRASSMENT OUT OF ME, DORIS!! MY GUESTS ARE EXPECTING A BEAUTIFULLY COOKED LUNCH – NOT STONE COLD SERVINGS OF CRAP ON A PLATE!!!”
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but it takes ages to carry them dinner plates without tripping on those awful stairs from the scullery!”
“GO TO YOUR ROOM, DORIS, AND WAIT FOR THE BELL TO SOUND FROM MY DRAWING ROOM”
An hour later I summoned Doris to the drawing room. Doris was red in the face – her face red and damp with tears!
There was one last guest left from lunch – “I ought to screw your stupid bitch of a scullery maid and give her a bastard child!!!”
“NO, LORD HENRY, DORIS ISN’T THAT KIND OF A MAID…AS YOU WILL SEE, BUT YOU MAY STAY TO SEE ME GIVE DORIS A FUCKING WITH MY STRAP-ON!”
Mature Yorkshire Mistress