Bend Over Jessica

A general guide to Jessica’s house party fantasies. Here’s hoping!

1. Dancing at the ball, with one of the chaps who miraculously turns out to have the dancing ability of Nijinsky, but is not gay. He sweeps me into a waltz and it feels like floating. Then afterwards, I am hot and he suggests we go upstairs so he can loosen my corsets. Much rudery ensues.

2. Dinner on the first night. I can feel my dining companions leg pressing against mine, through my long satin skirt. The pressure on my leg is a contrast to the relaxed look on his face as he discusses politics with me. I feel flustered but know that after dinner, he will make his move.

3. A private moment with Lord Fawcett. He is displeased about something (something small, I hate it when things go wrong) and decides to whip me, tying me to one of the posts of the four-poster bed in our room and stripping me naked before thrashing me without mercy. When I slide my silk dress back on over my throbbing back, the pain reminds me, all the way through lunch, how much I like to please him.

4. Walking in the grounds on a crisp autumn day. I can see one of the chaps making a beeline for me, taking the opportunity to have some private time. The knowledge of being wanted fills me with warmth.

5. Intrigue is the name of the day. Caught in the corridor, it takes only a moment for me to be blackmailed over an indiscretion. What will I have to do to keep my respectable reputation intact before the company?

6. The champagne reception. As I chat to a small group of people, I feel a gentle hand in the small of my back. There is such a lot of promise in that discrete touch. Nobody else notices and I feel as if I am in on a secret.

7. And finally, on the domme front – catching one of my chaperonees in bad behaviour. I whip her with no sympathy, furious at her behaviour, which reflects on me. She cries and stammers apologies.  I feel only righteous annoyance. And a lot of pleasure. That is my secret guilt.