Mistress Emilie

This image is most inspiring!

I could easily toss a thin, long, sturdy line through the top bars of my torture cage, or even the animal cage, and amuse myself at the expense of some poor, helpless appendage.

I can’t wait!

Do you love what’s bad for you?

Hours of stepping, pressing, balancing and stomping left this human trampoline with high-heel prints and red swelling as proud badges of honor…

Recently I was visited by a genuine spanking enthusiast. All he needed was a heavy, medium-sized wooden hairbrush. Posing as a barely legal college boy just asking to be taught a lesson, he lay across my lap while I whacked his bare bottom with that brush as hard as I could, for about an hour.

While most bad boys would’ve writhed and wailed and begged forgiveness, this one only sighed and purred, kneading his hands and feet like a happy kitten. Punishment was never so darling.

My teacher would be so proud to see how I practice my characters.

I love Gosford Park for several reasons, not the least of which is seeing various wonderful actors play the valets: discreet, unobtrusive, and above all, dignified. I especially love Alan Bates as the butler, Jennings. I like to see men who display pride in service, who say things like “excellent choice” and “very good, my lady” with such believable sincerity, no matter how ridiculous the request.

If books and movies are to be believed, that special kind of service culture is becoming a thing of the past. So if I could be transported to another time and place, I’d be a glamorous widow in charge of a great 19th century London house with an all male staff of cook, housekeeper, valet and a top-notch butler.