Paying off the debt – a scene

It’s the start of the summer holidays. You’ve just come to the end of your final year in the sixth form at St Leonard’s. You’re a good girl – well behaved and academically successfully. Your A Levels just went well and, depending on the results, you’re hoping to take up the offer of a place at a good University from this autumn.

You live with your guardian – who is suitably caring and kind. Most unfortunately, he suffered something of a setback recently in one of the city’s casinos: he had an unbeatable poker hand, gambled way beyond his means – and found that the hand wasn’t quite as unbeatable as he’d hoped. The result is that he’s in danger of losing everything he owns, including the house you live in, with debt still remaining after that. Bankruptcy would leave you both homeless, with nothing to pay for University.

However, he’s been offered one way out, which he explained to you in rather a state of embarrassment. His creditors have said that they are prepared to remit enough of the debt to save the house if you will work for them over the summer. You’ll be paid half the normal rate for the work involved. With little option, you agreed to help out.

The two gentlemen concerned have quite wide-ranging business interests, and your guardian has told you that he’s not sure exactly what you’ll be doing for them. But they have made him promise that you’ll do whatever work you’re given, and he’s assured them that you’re a good girl who won’t be any trouble. He’s also made it clear to you that neither of you can afford to get on the wrong side of these people.

You’re to turn up this Friday for an “induction meeting” with the gentleman, at which the job will be explained to you. They have asked you to dress in your school uniform for the appointment, and to also bring one smart outfit and one set of casual clothes with you to change into.

That’s the note that HH and I had crafted for Emma Jane, outlining the backstory for an incredible scene we played last week. The idea had come up weeks before: a girl being photographed by her new employers, who (though she didn’t yet know it) ran an escort agency.

And, as said Machiavellian bosses, the two of us had conspired to plan how things would go – swapping ideas, feeding on each other’s suggestions, working out how best to reduce a good girl to a state of compliance and humiliation.

Afterwards, I replay the scene to myself as if in a series of photographic plates:

Click… and a schoolgirl, Charlotte York, is posing for us in her uniform; questioning our motives; scowling.

Click… her tie and bra removed, her shirt opened, her breast visible; her displeasure and disquiet increasing by the moment.

Click… she sits on the sofa, her smart dress pulled up; bare underneath; neatly trimmed.

Click… stark naked; kneeling on the table, her legs parted.

Click… in the bedroom now, back in uniform; she’s over HH’s knees, being spanked, her bottom rapidly reddening, because “some clients like it”.

Click… she hesitates as she stands next to the cane rack, selecting the implement with which she will be beaten.

Click… she is naked again, hands cuffed behind her back; I stand behind her, twisting her nipples, and suggest that we might use the clamps that rest on the bedside table.

Click… face down on the bed, legs apart, her hand reaching back, as we have instructed, to show us how she touches herself.

Click… we watch, photograph, discuss her as she kneels on the bed, the well-lubricated butt plug firmly and deeply in place.

Click… and the clients will, after all, want to have sex; I hold her tightly for the ultimate humiliation: making her look at the camera, making her look at Mr Higgins.

Click… it’s over, nigh on two hours after we started; the three of us are hugging, the naked girl sandwiched between us.

To my two fellow participants, my thanks: HH, the best roleplayer I know, and of course our wonderful EJ. A scene like this requires such trust; works so well precisely because of it. I’m still buzzing…