Portrait of Mistress Michelle Lacy 3

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In this third portrait of Mistress Michelle Lacy  , dramatically dressed in red leather, she stands on a staircase in her mansion and points upwards, towards torments, or pleasures, or both.
Beneath her, tightly bound in leather and attached to her leash – a human drinks/candle holder.
In the background a glimpse of the games at Order of Indomitus – a pony-boy, a cart and a mistress whipping him.

See previous portraits…

Michelle Lacy 1

Michelle Lacy 2

Meeting a mistress pre-Internet

Meeting a mistress pre-Internet

Iʼd better preface this post by saying that I am not well qualified to write it as my own few attempts were so awful I simply gave up and despaired. I never dreamt then that meeting mistresses would one day become part of my work.

So how in pre-Internet days did you go about meeting a mistress? and we mean here a professional mistress as the thought of meeting anyone who was happy to be dominant without charging for it was almost inconceivable. This is my own experience so if your experience differs from mine feel free to comment.

Clubs

So night clubs existed of course and even fetish club nights like Skin Two which is still going today. Personally I hated dark clubs and their kind of music but it seemed then that to gain entry into a certain lifestyle that was one of the few options. I never understood why I had to dress in a certain way and listen to the right music to find that sympathetic mistress. So I never took that avenue.

Failing that there appeared to be two main methods:

Cards in phone boxes

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Meeting your mistress commando-style. Probably not recommended for a lasting ongoing relationship. Adrenalin required.
Find a telephone box and look for the illegally placed cards conveniently at eye level. Ring the number on the card next to the photo/drawing of the mistress. Speak to the “maid”, usually an elderly sex worker who would describe the lady in question -inaccurately of course. Bust size, height, hair colour. Within an hour or so you could be there waiting to be processed after another customer. Where? a dingy basement near to the phone box maybe. Cash only. Explain to the mistress just what you wanted and hope she’d understand. Usually disappointing – from others too so I hear.

 

The contact magazine

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For those who preferred a more measured approach to meeting a mistress there was the contact magazine. This small A5 magazine, cheaply printed in black and white, was sold in Soho sex shops and if you were lucky – newsagents. With names like Superbitch or Real Mistress the purpose was to provide an introduction by means of personal ads. Unlike today where you are blasted by websites and social media heaving with video clips and all the photos you could ever desire, the magazine would allow you a grainy low-res photo of the mistress which let the imagination weave its own fantasy of how she might look. Seeing these tiny grey photos not just once, but over and over the imagination in the head would supply an glamour which reality would leave disappointed. Sometimes it wasnʼt even the face, for people were cautious of revealing themselves even then. A glimpse of a boot, maybe. Equally evocative would be the copy. Very terse and to the point but with enough salaciousness to get you to write the first letter.

That would be sent to the publisher of the magazine in an envelope with the number of the advertiser written outside, not forgetting a stamp addressed envelope back to oneself. It would be then forwarded on to the said advertiser.

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And wait for the reply, sometimes weeks. And sometimes no reply to your letter at all. But if a reply came -oh joy! The reply might be business-like and arranging a time of meeting or give a landline number (no mobiles remember) Did you even dare pick up the phone? Once an appointment was made it was definitely kept. After so much effort made in securing the meeting the only thing preventing an appointment from being kept would be death itself. Even a relative’s funeral or a countrywide blizzard would not have prevented the appointment from going ahead.

Trusting to luck

Any sort of verification in either of these was too cumbrous to be considered and people just trusted to their luck, client and mistress alike. Unbelievable the risks taken but the youthful urge propelled you through.

The risks of indiscretions were localised. A mad letter written feverishly at night with all kinds of confessions would merely be discarded in the bin by the other party, not indiscreetly splashed all over social media for anyone in the world to read for ever and ever.
Moreover you could not hope to meet someone who would cater to your exact fetish as easily as today so you hoped you found a mistress flexible enough to understand what you desired. Most were trained to take on all “comers”.

The great difference was that there was so very little info to go on whereas nowadays there is just too much info, with a race to the bottom to provide as much content as possible about the mistress resulting in jadedness and half heartedness.But that was just how it was..nobody thought it an effort .

This memory of the past is not nostalgia for the good old days but rather the opposite. In a way they were the bad old days. In spite of all the current laws now hemming in free communication on the Net, people can and will communicate so much easier now and are more likely to meet the right people who respond to their own interests. However threatened one might feel these days the Internet has made communication possible in a way inconceivable in the days of my youth. Will those dark days ever return?
I personally donʼt think so.This may be the end of a golden age but not the start of a dark age.
Unless the whole internet disappears?

 

My U.S. writer colleague Irv O’Neil has just written a blog post about his own pre-Internet experiences in New York. And check out his fine femdom fiction while you are there!

Portrait of She Controls 3

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For this third portrait of She Controls I arranged to meet the lady herself at a London café and after making a direct sketch we had some discussion about the content.
We came up with this surreal idea of her slicing right through her submissive’s body from neck to groin disgorging banknotes and coins.  She holds him with her left hand and he leans back in ecstasy, with his right hand holding a credit card.
She Controls thrusts her gloved hand into the money and smiles out at us with a gleam of triumph in her eye. 

A literally visceral portrayal of the findom fetish.

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Sketch portrait of She Controls from life.

See the first two portraits …

She Controls 1

She Controls 2