Re: In praise of Emily

There is a ring on the doorbell, just before eleven this evening. Mags is standing there, dressed in a pair of leather hot pants, patterned black tights and lace up Victorian ankle boots. I wasn’t planning to call her until tomorrow.

‘My mistress sent me-she is worried about you.’

‘Come in’

I fix two bourbon whiskies and we sit and swallow them staring out through the window at oak trees buffeted by the high winds. The night is black.

‘She rang me. She said that James is in a good place right now, accepting his lot but that you’re not.’

‘And my lot is Mags?’

‘Teaching my mistress how to be even better sexually. Supporting her as she builds a new lifestyle. Fucking her until she begs for mercy, because she needs that too.’

‘Duncan is fucking her right now-I know it.’

‘Of course….but that is what you want as well. Duncan is a tool for you to enjoy as much as she. Duncan allows her to spread her wings, for you to see what a truly selfish, wanton, bitch can be like.’

‘You seem very sure’

‘I am very sure…and that is why I let you train me too. I will find a man to enslave and sleep with his betters. i will be the siren that he dreams about but can never have. I know that you can bring that out in me. Now….I think you should take me to bed and release some of that tension.’

I kiss her lingeringly. I can smell her perfume and I want her.

‘Don’t fret Jezz…Emily knows what she is doing. You have to be on edge too. Otherwise you will tire of her. You cannot cage that bird completely.’