Bend Over Jessica

I was musing this week about how it is possible for one’s character’s to run away with themselves. I really like what I term ‘back story’, so to know how my roleplay characters live, what has happened to them previously and as the play goes on, what will continue happening to them.

Both HWMBO and The Lover (but in particular The Lover, because I live with HWMBO!) are very good at entertaining me between scenes. The Lover in particular takes time and effort to write me letters and send me texts to keep my interest level up between scenes. But this sometimes leads to what you might call a conflict of interest. Because I like cads and bounders, yes? I like rogues, who take advantage of me. But then, sometimes, when The Lover plays a cad or bounder (which he does damn well), I end up getting so outraged on behalf of my character, that I work out in my head how I can frustrate him from play or sex, thus enabling me to ‘win’. But of course, I’m not bloody winning, am I, because then I don’t get any play or sex!

Ah, the illogicality of Jessica.

Take the house party. I am Mrs Derby, a respectable widow and (unusually for the Regency period) a business woman. For the record, I inherited the business from my now-dead mother, who ran away to America* and did all the hard work then conveniently died, leaving it all to me. Then I had a City Magnate husband, who married me for my money (he already had quite a lot) but then also died and left me all his. So I’m rolling in it and prey for any clever wolf that comes along. Which is where The Lover comes in.

(Are you following this at the back?)

So, this week, in a series of blows, Mr Conningsby, American businessman* has performed the Regency equivalent of a hostile takeover of one of my subsidiary companies and bribed and bullied the rest of the board of my company into selling him their shares in my main company. So he now owns 40% of me. And I know that as a good submissive, I should now roll over and allow him to have the rest of his wicked way, because that’s what I wanted, right?

Whereas actually, I’m now torn between, at the Champagne reception on the first night, between kneeing him in the balls or chucking a glass of champagne over him. Actually, the former would be better; I don’t want to waste a glass of champagne! Certainly, I have the thought in my head that if he flirts with me, he’ll be told where to get off.

But I actually do really want to play with him, but my fit of pique is in the way. It will go something like this.

Mr Conningsby: “How lovely to see you Mrs Derby. You look quite charming.”
Mrs Derby: (coldly) “I wish I could return the sentiment Mr Conningsby. Have you met my new friend? Miss Pique?”

In a way, I am amused by myself, that I get so into a role that I will actually not play because of the way my character ‘feels’. It’s happened before, with HWMBO and other playmates as well. But I’d have a disappointing weekend if I spend it doing the equivalent of thrusting my stiletto heel into The Lover’s foot every time he tries to talk to me!

Memo to Jessica:
1. Look up ‘losing gracefully with orgasms’ in dictionary.
2. Get over yourself.

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*After an embarrassing scandal with the Member of Parliament for Orpington and a goat
*Who was educated at Eton, naturally