I owe Mistress Elita a great debt for bringing the very lovely Miss Lilly Watson into my life exactly a year ago. That Elita should have been happy for me to be the very first client at the start of her friend’s journey into sex work seemed a great honour and privilege.
Lilly has allowed me to lead her into BDSM, exposing her to a wide range of new experiences and sensations. In return she has reintroduced intimacy and sex into my life after a long absence, and made me realise that I’m not yet too old to hope for these things. Lilly is so natural and open, so affectionate and intimate, so loving and caring, that the time I spend with her has become very important to me.
I suspect she makes all her clients feel this way. In fact I am sure of it.
Here Lilly writes about her year in sex work, her first session, the things she has learned and her hopes for the future:
On 4th March, I celebrate the anniversary of my first sex work booking.
Lounging in the apartment where I met my first client with that bottle of Möet.
I have never recalled the date I started a job so clearly before, because I’ve never had a job where our culture would consider the first day to be so personally significant, as clear a watershed in life as the day I “lost” my “virginity”. 4th March was the day that I lost my ability to honestly say, “I have never worked as an escort”, but rather like my virginity, I hadn’t much use for that sentence anyway, and was excited for the new experience.
My first three appointments were spread out over a weekend in an opulent mews apartment in Central London, with a decadent decor in deep reds, velvets, ornate brass, oil paintings and Persian rugs, lit by twinkling candles and scored by throbbing background music from speakers that were just out of sight. Books of erotic photography and poetry filled the shelves right up to the ceiling. All the long, heavy curtains were closed for privacy, making an ordinary lunchtime feel like a romantic evening in a world outside the world.
Taken just minutes before I met my first client; you can see the nervous tension in my jaw
My first meeting was a threesome with Mistress Elita and her client, who had been briefed on my complete inexperience; fortunately, it dovetailed nicely with a fantasy about his Mistress using him to train up a new dominatrix. I was about to give the most authentic performance of my life.
I wasn’t nervous about the sex itself (I had done that part before, at least) so much as everything surrounding it. What do people talk about during a session? If I’m dominating someone, should I call them a worm, or just keep shtum and concentrate on my aim and their responses? If we have sex for ten minutes during a two-hour session, what do we do for the remaining time? Should I move in to kiss him right away, or is that too forward? Will he like me? Am I pretty enough? What if I put my foot in it by making some terrible faux pas that ruins the mood? I have a propensity to just say whatever’s on my mind without much of a filter; probably a disadvantage in sex work, I thought.
Our client wrote a much better blog about this first session than I ever could. You can read it here. Suffice to say, the session was incredibly fun, over too quickly, toasted with pink Möet (I still carry the cork as a lucky charm), and I have enjoyed seeing that client at least once every month since, in restaurants, dungeons, 5* hotels and London theatres.
Cocktails at The Ritz
Sex Work Twitter was another discovery that illustrated how organised, professional and feminist other escorts, dommes and dating companions really are. If you assume that women “fall” or “sink” into escorting because they are too lazy, addled or uneducated to do a “real” job with clothes on, you’ll be in for a nice surprise when you check out my Following list.
What have I learned?
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What do I anticipate in the next 12 months?
Despite my careful advance research, my first year in sex work was constantly surprising, and I don’t expect that to change for at least another year while I settle into my glamorous new profession as the ideal girlfriend and play partner. Thus far, I haven’t made a concerted effort to advertise, as such, other than maintaining my Twitter and AdultWork accounts, but I think that’s okay for now. I am in the unusually privileged position of not actually needing to work as an escort full-time, making my “work” so low-pressure as to feel closer to simply being paid to have fun from time to time with friendly, generous men who are in touch with their sensuality and the joy of luxury. Long may it continue.
Climbing out of the shower in my incall. All photos by Mistress Elita.