Posted by Jessica in Going Back in Time...., Mind-Fucks, Real-Life Play... on February 23rd, 2010
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This week, I am away – or rather my new character, Rose Gwylim is away – for a short sharp shock in Lord Fawcett’s Institute for Delinquent and Debauched Girls. The Institute is in a rural location, all the better for criminally-minded girls, who have broken the law, to be properly shown the error of their ways by a dedicated staff of sadists…sorry, upright members of the respectable Victorian community.
My character is based on what might have been a typical story of the period (circa 1850) – a respectable servant girl, an orphan, taken from a workhouse, abused by her employer, runs away, and resorts to prostitution whilst looking for another job, which would have been very hard to get without a reference. Rose has been caught whilst indulging in her first ‘sixpenny-upright’* and is brought before the magistrates where she is charged with whoring and, to add insult to injury, theft, given that she absconded from her job whilst still wearing her housemaid’s uniform, given that her new employer burnt her other clothes. Thus the magistrates decide that as she is a first-time offender, she will be given a short spell in the reformatory rather than sent to prison – but the reformatory is not really the easy option! Poor Rose….
He Who Must Be Obeyed had the idea of the reformatory about 18 months ago and it was always kept quite small until February 2009, when we had our first ‘large’ reformatory – four girls and three guys. This year, there will be five girls and four guys (it’s all our venue will take!) and I’m pretty sure that the combination of staff that are coming will strike fear and pleasure into me in equal measure.
You see, that’s the odd thing. I know perfectly well that for the entirety of the weekend I shall feel meek, scared, picked-on and abused. I know that I’ll receive severe corporal punishment, be forced to carry out punishment domestic work, such as scrubbing and the whole time, will be available as a plaything for any of the Masters who care to take advantage – and that even if I do pluck up the courage to complain to Dr Grimace, the head of the reformatory, that no one will take my word over that of one of the Masters. So you see, that creates the fear.
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Category(s): Going Back in Time...., Mind-Fucks, Real-Life Play...
Posted by Jessica in Stranger than Fiction..., Vanilla Alert! on February 21st, 2010
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Channel 4 got in touch with Jessica the other day, sadly not to make the story of her kinky life with Sheridan Smith as Jessica and Alan Rickman as HWMBO, but to tell her (and by extension, you guys as well) about a new show that they are doing called ‘The Wedding House’.
It’s going to feature couples who want the wedding of their dreams and the programme will organise it for free – and televise it at the same time. Jessica isn’t entering herself for this as she and HWMBO are already married and had a traditional, no-spanking-involved wedding* – although given that it’s our five year anniversary this year, maybe we should pitch to Channel 4 to let us renew our vows?
Anyway, the producer, Melissa Waterson, wrote me such a nice note to say that they would like to feature an ‘alternative’** couple in the programme that I thought I’d share it with all my lovely readers – after all, there might be some of you out there who are getting hitched and have your eye on the latest corset fantasy from Fairy Gothmother!
So here’s the blurb….
‘Do you want to have the wedding of your dreams without the drama?
Channel 4 are producing a new show where a top team of wedding planners, stylists and organisers will create your ideal ceremony at our ‘Wedding House’ for FREE. All you have to do is be in love and want to get married & we’ll do the rest. For more information and an application form, e-mail weddings@betty.co.uk or call 0207
290 0661’
And if by chance one of my lovely readers does get picked, please let me know and sent me a bottle of champagne as a thank you. I like Laurent Perrier Rose best!
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*Disappointingly. I’d have liked to have come out of the church under a row of canes and had all my bridesmaids spanked by the ushers…but I did have a corset and promised to obey HWMBO!
**Such as rubber kitten fetishists or transsexual polyamerous one-legged Buddhists in an arranged marriage with an American fundamentalist Christian with a banjo.
Category(s): Stranger than Fiction..., Vanilla Alert!
Posted by Jessica in The Human Animal on February 20th, 2010
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Over the past couple of years, He Who Must Be Obeyed has produced, as a Christmas stocking filler for me, a calendar for the New Year. It’s one of those ones where you can upload your own photographs for each month, so you have a lovely reminder of what you have done the whole of the next year.
I love them. I love the care that goes into choosing the images, the thrill I get as the end of the month approaches and I can look forward to the new picture, which will represent a time in my life where I was really enjoying myself and with people who mean a lot to me.
In a way, that calendar is a physical representation of how lucky I am. How, despite my life sometimes being sad, irritating, unhappy and downright annoying, I am blessed. I am blessed with an adoring husband, a lovely Lover, some amazing friends and some excellent kink play. So what if I don’t have the career I always thought I would, that sometimes I don’t get the play I want or the attention I crave. There are moments in my year that are as close to perfection as I could ever want them to be. And my calendar is a reminder of this. It’s my happiness measure.
I would love to post some of the pictures here for all of you to see. Sadly, although I’m open about what I look like, many of the people in my life, including HWMBO and The Lover are not, so I can’t. But I can assure you all that every time I make a cup of tea in our kitchen and this month’s picture catches my eye, I smile and remember how good it was and how much good is still to come.
Lucky lucky me!
Category(s): The Human Animal
Posted by Jessica in Musings from Kinkdom, Real-Life Play... on February 19th, 2010
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As a submissive, should you ask for play?
Every instinct I have tells me no. In addition to the general thing about me being a woman and liking to wait for a man to ask me*, as a submissive, I like to think that the dom is the one to initiate play – the one who feels that I need punishment, who wants to play, who wants to use me and abuse me as he sees fit.
I’ve spent a lot of time in the past six months whinging about lack of offers. Therefore, I’m pleased to report that prior to my weekend in Derbyshire, I received two offers of play before the weekend – one from Abel and one from HH. Due to circumstances beyond my control, i.e. being shy and not being in the right place at the right time, neither of them happened. But that’s not the point. I still got offers of play and both offers brightened my day and boosted my ego!
I have this problem an awful lot with HWMBO. When I see The Lover, which is once a week, we plan in advance what we will play and unless one of us is unwell or just feeling not up for it, when we meet, we play. However, because I live with HWMBO and see him every day, he often ends up not initiating play as I feel is his role. Admittedly, he’s not helped by my manic social life – I rarely have a free weeknight in the week and weekends are often given over to seeing friends, or doing group events. So to try and overcome this, we make ‘date nights’, like my friends who have children – except in my case, I want him to beat me till I cry and then fuck me roughly with no compunction whatsoever.
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Posted by Jessica in Mind-Fucks, Real-Life Play... on February 18th, 2010
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Sévrine was nervous. Although she had been in training at Chateau F for a little while, this was the first time that she had been called to serve at a gentleman’s evening. Chateau F was a discreet establishment where ladies were trained and perfected the noble arts of submission and obedience. Women, or ‘debutantes’ as they were known at the Chateau, could be sent by their husbands, boyfriends, lovers or Masters – or in some cases, attend themselves, safe in the knowledge of their yearning desire for submission and to better attract a man of the calibre that they were looking for.
At Chateau F, debutantes were given a French name, to reflect the origins of the institute and as an homage to Roissy. Debutantes only knew each other’s French names, not the real, wordly names that each woman used day to day, in their own lives. Sévrine liked her name. Gentlemen guests at the Chateau were merely known as Master or Sir. Sometimes, they were masked. Sometimes not.
Debutantes in training were assigned a valet, who was their personal trainer whilst they were there. It was only last month that Pierre, Sévrine’s valet, whilst licking the tears from her blushing cheeks, had said that she was ready. Ready to be displayed. Ready to be admired. Ready to be used.
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Category(s): Mind-Fucks, Real-Life Play...
This week, I am away – or rather my new character, Rose Gwylim is away – for a short sharp shock in Lord Fawcett’s Institute for Delinquent and Debauched Girls. The Institute is in a rural location, all the better for criminally-minded girls, who have broken the law, to be properly shown the error of their ways by a dedicated staff of sadists…sorry, upright members of the respectable Victorian community.
