Ess and Emm

P sent me an email on Monday with the subject, "Fancy a weekend away" check this link. Well I'm not one to miss out on a little vacation and sent an email back saying definitely, when? I'll check the link later.

Imagine my surprise when I did. www.essandemm.com

Apparently Ess & Emm are the highest quality, most luxuriously equipped dungeons available for private hire in the UK. All their facilities are designed and equipped specifically for people who want to indulge their BDSM or fetish interests or simply spice up their sex life. These purpose-built premises are set in beautiful South Warwickshire countryside, secluded yet very easy to reach; just 10 minutes from junction 12 of the M40. There are two self contained suites, each with it’s own character, which can be hired separately or together and a superb new Studio facility, which is bookable by the hour.

Ess & Emm provide a complete package: all the equipment necessary for play as well as fine food and wine and a comfortable en-suite bedroom. Once you have closed the doors you are in you own fantasy world where your imagination can run wild. Tuition is also available.

Now this isn't actually my cup of tea, nor P's and I know he sent it as a joke but how come he got it at all? I mean why would he stumble across such a place, do I need to go out and invest in some rubber diving gear, ball gags and chains and the like? Not at all, explained my husband chuckling merrily, he was just looking for a different weekend and he threw in a load of different searches including romantic, couples, exotic, erotic, luxurious, unique, liberated (yes he actually said that) etc and this came up.

Well I threw in a load of search words in different combinations and it didn't come up for me.

Ronnie

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Knicker Fetish

I was reading our local freebie paper on Friday evening, it's mostly advertising but they carry a few articles of local interest and one thing in particular caught my eye, a small headline about theft from washing lines. So what, I hear you say, but it brought a smile to my face and vivid memories of an incident which happened ages ago and very close to home. Before I drafted it I asked P to read it and if there was anything I'd missed out, P said there was one point where he'd thought punches might get thrown but it didn't happen.

Anyway, years ago we owned a busy pub/restaurant/nightclub on a main road with villages close by, a large town a few miles away. We had an excellent young commis chef who wanted to go abroad for 6 months so we advertised for a new one, good initial response but only 2 actually came to interview, probably the wages which were and are still low in that profession, even though we provided food and lodging. P and the chef made their choice, wrong one in my opinion, bit of a loner, and we started him on a month trial, he was about 19 years old and moved into the staff quarters, were our head chef and assistant manager were also living.

Everything was kind of OK with the lad, our head chef said he was a bit slow and had to tell him things 2-3 times but it did finally click and hey he was young and still training so we said bear with him to see if he picks up.

Around the end of his 3rd week, summer just starting, nice warm days, when one afternoon I was walking back from taking our German Shepherd out for her afternoon run when I thought I saw our young chef in the back yard which we used for barbecues sometimes I put washing out there, the live-in staff used it too but always asked first. I thought no more about it. I took my washing in and put it in a pile ready for ironing. I was missing a couple of pairs of knickers when I got round to ironing and went back into the yard to see if I'd dropped them but they weren't there, so I must have made a mistake.

The incident was forgotten until few days later when the boy was on his 2 days leave and had travelled back home, our cleaners, who gave the staff quarters a spruce up once a week, went into his room to hoover as it was unlocked. Our dog was following them round in and out the rooms and when she came back to me in the restaurant, which was closed, she had a pile of girl's knickers in her jaws. I took them off her, a pair of mine was amongst them, but there were half a dozen foreign pairs too all covered in dog slobber.

Now we had no live-in girl staff so either the chef or assistant was having a good time and keeping trophies (mine excepted) or there was something odd going on. I went upstairs, the cleaners had finished, our dog nosed her way into the commis chef's room and made straight for his wardrobe, stood there tail wagging. I wasn't going to open the door so I called P, told him what had happened, he opened the door no hesitation and a pile of knickers fell out onto the floor, the dog grabbing another mouthful. I found my second missing pair too. So our young chef apparently had a knicker fetish, he must have been taking them from clothes lines because they weren't new and there was no way he'd collected trophies, he didn't even have a girlfriend at all.

So how to sort that one out? These days with HR written warnings etc it would have been a nightmare, but P just took him aside when he returned after his break, sat him down and asked him how come he'd got his wife's knickers in his wardrobe, together with about three dozen other assorted pairs. The boy just broke down, cried, admitted he'd been taking them from the washing lines in the village. God if ever the locals had found out they'd have killed him. P told him he'd have to leave, either that or he'd involve the police. The boy's parents came up on the night to speak with P and argue on behalf of their son, saying it was just a prank and everyone needed a break but P wouldn't consider it. I remember it actually getting quite heated and the boy's dad was up off his seat gesticulating and mouthing loudly, apparently they were unable to believe their son was a bit weird, P said well let's go and call him in then, right now, and hear what he's got to say directly about it but the parents didn't want to do that.

Eventually they left and took their son with them. Next day his elder brother was sent to fetch his belongings from his room, minus the knickers of course. We tied all the knickers into a black plastic bin liner and threw them into the bulk waste bin, I let my own two pairs go with them, didn't fancy wearing them after that.

We laugh about it now but it wasn't funny at the time.

Ronnie

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Bettie Page

Sad news - Bettie Page, the model who sparked sexual revolution, dies in LA at 85.

Aritice By David Usborne in New York Friday, 12 December 2008

Bettie Page, the raven-haired pin-up whose naughty-but-nice romps with whips, garters and high heels titillated a generation of young men in the post-war years, has died at the age of 85 after suffering a heart attack earlier this month and slipping into a coma.

Her career, which some claim laid the foundations for the sexual revolution that swept America in the 1960s, started almost by accident after she discovered that posing for amateur photographers in provocative poses and risque attire made her more money than secretarial work.

Ms Page’s fame was set after she was adopted by Irving Klaw and his sister, Paula, in 1951. The couple ran a Manhattan mail order business offering dirty pictures. Later, she was featured by Playboy as a centrefold, including a 1955 image of her winking under a Santa hat. “Bettie was one of the magazine’s early Playmates, and became an iconic figure, influencing notions of beauty and fashion,” Hugh Hefner, the magazine’s founder, said on hearing of her death. “Her passing is very sad.”

Ms Page disappeared for decades at the end of the Fifties, suffering serial broken marriages and devoting herself to Christianity. Even in her twilight years she suffered bouts of depression and ill health but was rediscovered in the late 1980s. She would occasionally make public appearances to sign photographs of herself as popular interest in her suddenly took off again.
To her astonishment, Ms Page has recently attained cult status. Madonna, Uma Thurman and Demi Moore are among contemporary stars who have at some time adopted Bettie Page poses, while in 2006 a movie, The Notorious Bettie Page, featured Gretchen Mol in the title role.

Ms Page had been admitted to hospital originally for treatment for pneumonia and was set to be released and sent home on 2 December when she suffered her heart attack. A representative said she never recovered consciousness and died late on Thursday.
“She captured the imagination of a generation of men and women with her free spirit and unabashed sensuality,” her agent, Mark Roesler, said yesterday. “She is the embodiment of beauty.”

Even though she conceded to the occasional public event, she never agreed to having her photograph taken again. “I don’t want to be photographed in my old age,” she said in 1998. “I feel the same way with old movie stars. It makes me sad. We want to remember them when they were young.”

After her early career peaked, Ms Page became exhibit number one in a congressional hearing into so-called immoral activities in Washington. The controversy prompted her disappearance from public view. It was while living in Florida that she had her born-again experience and committed herself to the church and to the ministry of the Rev Billy Graham.

In her later years, she defended the trade she pioneered. “I never thought it was shameful. I felt normal. It was better than pounding a typewriter eight hours a day, which gets monotonous,” she told Playboy in 1998. As for being featured undressed, that seemed fine too. “God approves of nudity,” she said. “Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, they were naked as jaybirds.”