Some Mistresses go in for the whole Rocky Horror Show dominatrix scene: the multiple piercings, the Goth makeup, the tottering platform boots, and bellowing at their clients like they’re loud-hailing a tugboat on a foggy day.
Miss Davenshaw is altogether different and really rather special: she’s every man’s fantasy of a female high-flyer made flesh.
Which is to say, she’s the super-sophisticated, hyper-successful, out-of-your-league beauty that in your wildest dreams you would be assigned to serve under, in the role of lowly gopher and underling, in the impossibly-glamorous offices of some swanky international law firm or bank. Strict, demanding and perhaps just a little spoilt, she is – of course – accustomed to getting exactly what she wants from men with the merest flutter of her eyelashes or the slightest pout of her lips.
That’s Antonia Davenshaw. She’s much more ‘designer’ than ‘dungeon’, as Mistresses go. None of which is to suggest, even for a moment, that any of her clients ‘get off lightly’ in any way. Quite the opposite, in fact.
They tend to feel the humiliation of having to kneel before the feet of someone quite so beautiful rather keenly, and a lot more so than they might in front of some standard-issue PVC-clad pantomime dame. Particularly when they’re stark naked and especially when they’re trying very hard not to wince at the throbbing of a freshly-whipped backside – with the promise of much more to come, if the cane in her hand is anything to go by.
She is demanding, too.
She may not buckle her clients to wall-mounted rotating crosses to the sound of Carmina Burana, or chain them to clanking medieval racks, but she does expect complete and absolute obedience to her every whim, even in the smallest of matters.
If she inclines her foot, or her hand, just a little bit forward, then she expects it to be kissed, and kissed just so, and with gratitude.
If she reaches out and adjusts the angle of a client’s face until she’s perfectly happy with it, then she expects him to maintain that position exactly while she draws back her hand and slaps him, hard. And then slaps him again.
And if he flinches… well, he quickly learns not flinch without permission.
But then she turns on her Jimmy Choo heel, her Armani business suit clinging momentarily to her form, and for an instant she makes eye-contact. The merest hint of amusement flickers at the corners of her lips, and it
takes the breath away.
The truth is that Antonia Davenshaw has something about her that makes men want to please her – at whatever cost to themselves.
Perhaps it comes from growing up…pretty and privileged.