people ask me what i do when Madam is with a client. these are men who pay her for domination, structure, and very specific training experiences. my role changes depending on the man and what she wants from the session.

Madam gave me permission to talk, in general terms, about a recent session with a client i will call Reese P. that is exactly how i am supposed to put it. only a handful of people close to him would ever connect the dots, and that faint possibility of recognition is part of the thrill he pays for.

his session was short, about ninety minutes. his preferences are precise, and Madam schedules him when it suits her.

they begin in a slow, controlled way. he removes her clothing one piece at a time, following her verbal instructions carefully. there is nothing rushed. it is deliberate and focused. after that, she reclines and he gives her a full body massage. yes, truly. for most of the session, that is the primary act. attentive service, guided and corrected by her.

then the dynamic shifts.

Madam calls for me to enter.

with her watching, calm and composed, i take Reese over my lap and carry out the corporal portion of his session. he responds intensely to it. Madam directs me with short instructions. sometimes she tells me to increase the intensity. sometimes she praises my technique. the energy in the room changes completely during this phase.

once she decides he has had enough, he kneels and focuses entirely on reverence and obedience until the session concludes.

after he leaves, my role does not end.

Madam insists that i never forget that any authority i exercise is borrowed. so after delivering intensity on her behalf, i am reminded of my place. she administers her own correction to me. it is not about anger. it is about hierarchy and balance.

that is what people rarely see. assisting in a client’s session is service. being reminded of my place afterward is also service.

that is my life here.