Lady Margaron - Professional Mistress - Review 6

Dear Lady Margaron

I hardly imagine one of your sophisticated superiority will deign to consider such an application as outlined here. But I write it none the less, in quailing admiration of your divine and awe-inspiring presence, especially on Retroxotique.

humbly

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Advert in the personal columns of ‘The Lady’ magazine: Manservant required. This is a level 1 appointment, with continuous in-post training, requiring a minimum of three years’ relevant experience, impeccable references to: Lady Margaron.....

In a moment of reckless weakness, I applied. If I didn’t actually falsify the facts, I was certainly economical with the truth. I was way out of my depth, going for a level 1. I posted my application not for a minute with any realistic expectation of being called to interview. Time passed, a week or so, and I’d almost put the matter behind me when instruction came to confirm that I could present myself on the date and at the time given. I was excited and full of misgiving, at once. I didn’t know who Lady Margaron was. Had I known I would have gone no further!

As I would discover, Lady Margaron was a lady of immense sophistication and superior elegance. She was also extremely forbidding and frighteningly strict in her attitude to her staff. She ruled her household in a cruelly pedantic fashion, with relentless attention to detail. As were her heels, her standards were impossibly high. The atmosphere she generated was never less than tense, whether in her presence, or in attendance, waiting upon her summons or for her return. It did occur to me that perhaps a member of her staff had made a clerical error and the invitation should have gone to someone else better suited to apply than I.

I presented myself, none the less. I was nervous but not as nervous as I was about to become. I remember trying to keep my finger steady enough to press the doorbell... After what felt like a lifetime but was probably only a matter of seconds, the door opened, I stepped in, the door closed, and there stood her Ladyship with the sternest demeanour imaginable, disdainful, nose in air, dressed to kill, devastating to behold. Let me pause here to describe her chosen costume and how effectively it expressed her strict and cruel nature.

She wore a smart black suit with a just-below-the-knee pencil skirt. Under her jacket she wore a black satin blouse, from which her overbearing bosom, reined back by a powerful black wonder-bra, seemed about to burst. Her hands were gloved in what would prove later to be full-length black satin evening gloves. A fur stole graced her shoulders and she stalked on the highest heels, classic black patent courts. Her black stockings were seamed and sheer in the classic no frills fully-fitted mode. Most disconcertingly, she carried a black riding crop. Everything was black, especially my future, except her Ladyship’s strong red lipstick and her brown fur stole. Lady Margaron glared at me, then ushered me into the lounge, instructing me to sit and to wait. This was a calculated measure to let me acclimatise and to cope with the shock of her formidable presence.

First Scene

At length her Ladyship appeared in the doorway, pointed at me imperiously, and beckoned me to go with her. Stalking affectedly on her horrendous heels she led me to an upstairs room (what views), staff quarters, where I must undress. Once undressed I was to return to the hall and to stand to attention at the foot of the stairs until summoned to the lounge. I was in such a state of anxiety and confusion undressing seemed to take forever. But at last I was ready and taking a deep breath I plucked up courage to do as I’d been told. Quite some minutes passed. On the one hand this gave me time to collect my wits as best I could. On the other it kept me on tenterhooks, my ears pricked for sound of Lady Margaron’s whereabouts, and not the only thing pricked. At length she emerged from a room, about some business, and stalked about, lips pursed, nose in air, with withering disdain. She didn’t acknowledge my existence, even though she passed close by me, checking that the front door was doubled locked. She went upstairs – what a receding view – and then after an absence of a few minutes, descended and stalked into the lounge. This initial period of cat-and-mouse acclimatisation was a key part of her method: look and see. It fuelled fetish dependence and it created an air of fraught expectancy in delay. For all her apparent remoteness she was in fact very studiously attentive to the needs of her victim. Intimidating though it was for the victim to stand to attention and observe her, it did also help him to get a little used to his situation and so to be more useful. At length her Ladyship came to the lounge door, pointed to me imperiously, and gave firm instruction ‘ ...in here! AT ONCE!’ and ‘Kneel!’ pointing to the precise spot, turning to shut the door. Now she stalked round me, surveying me ominously, sighing with displeasure, before assuming her chair, in which she settled fussily, crossing, uncrossing, recrossing her beautiful long legs, affording devastating views. Now, caressed by her fur, she surveyed me in stony silence. So far had her skirt ridden back as she raised her leg, I could see a deadly, penile, broad black side-suspender, stretched it seemed almost to breaking, as it secured the dark stocking top. As I would discover her Ladyship wore heavy duty black suspenders, three straps to each stocking... Just to glimpse one made me feel sick in the pit of my stomach, sick with excitement and fear.

Lady Margaron was never in a good mood where staff were concerned. But almost nothing put her in a bad mood than a weak candidate at interview. After outlining the basic requirements and rules of etiquette and address attaching to the post, she asked to know what I thought qualified me to apply... I am timid and weak and easily confused and I found her Ladyship so grimly intimidating I hardly managed to put two sentences together. There was a sigh of impatience... her Ladyship seemed at once at the limit of her patience. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs. She turned her head and posed, long-sufferingly, nose-in-air waiting for me to justify my application... I stumbled on... At length her Ladyship rose and used her crop to sting my tail... ‘Now!’ she snapped, stining me a second time, ‘this is your last chance to explain your application!... GET ON WITH IT!!!!’

Let us suppose this opening scene resolved, by whatever means, her Ladyship decides.

Key to the occasion are practical tests. These include:

· Four degrees of supervised worship: heel worship, seam worship, suspender worship, posterior worship...

· Periods on duty, at attention... awaiting summons

· Face-sitting episode

· Dismissal to quarters for a timed period, to report to her Ladyship by a given time, precisely... against his watch, five or six minutes an ideal span for panic to grow as he counts down... if unsatisfactory (if!) this might be repeated...

· Following on collar and lead... the applicant is led... from the lounge to the kitchen, from here to there... under strict supervision

· The applicant serves her Ladyship refreshment as requested, fetches and carries, kneels before her as she attends to her make-up, touching up her lipstick

· The applicant serves as footstool, sometimes with her Ladyship’s foot on his face, her heel in his mouth

· The applicant’s parts are tied, and the lead attached, for further controlled worship

· At a strategic point, perhaps a third of the way in to the occasion, during a timed dismissal, her Ladyship disrobes to fur stole, bursting black wonderbra, blacksatin corsetry, exposing the applicant to the full shock of her divine form: her blackgloved, blackseamed, highheeled, black suspendered, black no frills satin panties- cruelty....

· As she finds his measure she intensifies her irritable pedantry and increases the degree of humiliation, supervising worship and ordering him about with ever menacing impatience

Last scene:

Applicant is dismissed to stand at attention in the hall while her Ladyship deliberates. This is a repeat of the opening scene, fraught delay etc, but now with added reality factor. Her Ladyship stalks about going from room to room. At one point she emerges wearing a big black strapon... She enters the lounge. There is a delay. Then he is summoned in and his performance appraised... There is no way he will be appointed. But having brought his existence to her Ladyship’s attention he is to be placed on one of her rigorous training programs. She menaces him with the strapon and makes him suck it, driving with her powerful hips and posterior, as he clings to her side-suspenders in terror. Then she steps back and surveying him haughtily instructs him to take his item in hand. She then moves her hand up and down her strap-on, once up and once down, and instructs him to do the same with his item... There is a pause... Again she strops the strap-on, making a cruel mouth at him... She orders him to look at himself in the mirror, and criticises him severely... And again... and pause... and so on for a little while. Then to the count! She snaps at him cruelly... no longer stropping the strap-on... Ten... nine... she stalks round him... stings his tail with the crop... eight... seven... she stalks round, stroking his body with the crop, brushing her fur stole against him... six... five... (NOT before zero... she stings his tail) four... three (and NOT after zero... she stings his tail again)... two... one... zero..... Oh dear! Does he make it? If he doesn’t he is ordered to stop.... given a severe dressing down, a formal x 6, and the process is begun again, until either he satisfies her cruel requirements, or loses control....

NOTE on CP – the applicant is weak and has a low threshold but of course a very very high fetish susceptibility to such a scene. Failures should be punished. The crop for single tail stings, and for set pieces at points of crisis, when her Ladyship’s patience has been tried too far, and perhaps best before a timed dismissal, x 6 steady strokes with a martinet or else some broad implement that only reddens lightly and temporarily.

For this applicant it is the mind-game, the divine presence, the worship, the verbal chastisement and humiliation, the haughty disdain, the pedantic cross-questioning, with the emphasis on cross, that really does the harrowing work and I would hope affords pleasant amusement for her Ladyship. I am most grateful to you for reading this, and indeed for being so utterly in a class of your own.