Preaching to the Perverted Page #3

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Great stuff. Here. That's it.

Well, I've only got the one. Tanya Cheex.

She was a doer. There need to be

both doers and receivers,

all clearly identifiable in a court.

Bring back traditional details:

faces, names, addresses.

Then I can be effective.

400 quid an hour,

you'd better be!

400 Guineas.

Hey, I want you to know all this is

coming out me own pocket.

- Oh.

- Triple "o".

Mr. Harding, should we really bother

making all this legal fuss?

Should we really bother about

making laws in Parliament, eh?

These people don't harm anyone else.

You told me what they did disgusts you.

I mean, you were physically sick

after a night in their clutches

Now find out where that hussy's

performing next and nail her!

You remembered my birthday, Mistress.

- Is it for an enema, Mistress ?

- No.

Shoot me.

Steam does you a power of good.

It took a lot of guts to do what you

did son. Take me hat off to you..

There was something I wanted to ask you,

actually. Um, I mean...

- If you don't mind

- No, no, go ahead.

Were you and Miss W ever...

- Did you ever...

- Fornicate? Answer's no.

- She loves you, though.

- Not in a carnal way.

Then why the seamed stockings?

She's worn those since I knew her.

That's what women wore then,

old-fashioned women.

Well, she would've had to have been

living in the Stone Age.

What?

Not to wear any knickers?

Now look, you know I'm not a hypocrite, Peter.

I've never been married, but

Miss W. was never going to be

spouse material.

We never had sex,

whatever filthy deeds

you suspect me of.

I'll hear no more about it.

- A Mistress never shops

- Well, Mistress might just be unhappy with your menus.

Cruel.

Sickening.

Muff diving...

Lord...

please protect me from these people.

Mistress, the slaves offering themselves

for tonight.

I knew you'd be back.

We're going to a

private play party tonight.

Somewhere very special.

You must be the Cutts Watsons?

Slaves to the chapel!

Go on!

Come on, you lot, hurry up.

Are you going to be, em,

conducting proceedings here?

No, it's Eugenie's day.

She's not only an SM dyke,

she's a Wicca witch.

Pagan ways & Eastern religions celebrate

body modification,

Body pleasure.

Women's power.

C*nt power.

I'm going to make you wish

I'd never been born.

One on the tip...

Higher! Ah! Ah!

Used in U.S. submarines

to keep the boys' muscles trim.

They had no idea in the 1940s,

what it could do for a clitoris.

So is is that all I am, then?

Keeper of the clitoral box?

You don't want to be my slave?

Why are you here?

- Why inflict pain?

- For the rush, the power.

Each stroke purifies the submissive.

I can only truly love someone,

once they're under my thumb.

So that's it, then. If I don't bend over

or something.

I didn't say that.

God, you're such a boy.

Is it true you were a prostitute?

A prostitute gets laid.

A dominatrix dominates.

Even my richest client wouldn't have

dared kiss my lips.

Much less screw me.

Sure you don't want

a little spanking ? Over my knee.

Come anywhere you like -

but not in me !

What are you doing?

Um, I couldn't help notice your

collar and tag.

- Very smart.

- Thank you.

Made them myself, actually.

They double as luggage tags.

Who are the owners of this house?

Does anyone know?

You'd think that they were ordinary

human beings !

Mrs. Anthea Cutts-Watson,

Governor of Scala Television.

Hello, is there anyone in there?

See you in the chapel.

- Morning.

- Would you like a cup of tea?

Are you Mrs. Cutts-Watson?

Would you like to give her

some truncheons?

The old pork sword.

Know what I mean? Interested?

- But is this Mrs. Cutts-Watson?

- She goes like a stoat.

See what else she'll take.

They call her "Madge the Fladge."

- Could I have another look?

- Well, if you want to abuse her, fine,

but if not, I don't see the point, frankly.

On your knees, Louise.

Did you want a Maori pattern

carved on your arm?

No

All scenes are based on consent.

Parameters must be clearly stated.

Do you agree?

I think you should go over to the bench.

Don't you?

Strap her down.

You broke the rules -

by not telling everything that you should.

Eugenie. Did you ask Peter where he works

before admitting him to our circle?

People are wondering.

He's a a computer technician, Mistress.

At the House of Commons.

Peter, you should have told us.

I'm just a volunteer.

I wanted to learn about Parliament.

Prove yourself

or leave us for good.

I won't inflict pain.

Well, if you won't inflict it...

Eugenie, -

Do you have a pony?

No, Mistress.

Are you willing to prove that you're not spying for

one of those 600 creeps in the House of Commons?

Bring on the butt plug!

There's something on your shoe, old boy.

Spotty!

Coming on just fine. A year or two of correction

should toughen your skin up like leather.

F*** off!

Listen, I'm not very....

- Tell me what you do in your job.

- Oh, er, nothing.

Things that are, well, too humiliating

for anyone else to do.

Is it the Conservatives

you're working with ?

Can you find anything out about the

campaigns against the clubs? Against my show?

- Well, that won't be easy.

- Do it for me, please?

- Cute ass for a pony.

- Zebra, more like.

Well, now that the zebra's been broken in, -

I think it's entitled to a treat.

Has this little zebra ever been

gobbled before?

Relax.

Um... I keep thinking about that dog...

what happened to it...

- They've probably flayed her alive!

- When you last saw err... Flossy -

she was chasing a trap...

Driven by a bald woman...

Whipping a transvestite...

- Harnessed as a pony?

- Yes.

We'll have to bring in the Yard..

Scotland Yard? For my dog?

Public Morals Squad.

It's gone on long enough.

Oh yes. Absolutely.

Hey! This is vanilla.

This doesn't happen.

What?

Vanilla sex.

Things straight people do?

What, wake up together?

Don't give me that f***ed you now look!

You're still a virgin.

Faces, names, addresses...

Faces, names, addresses, bruises...

Operation Yeoman, all clear.

Zero Oscar proceed to chapel.

Acts of perversion in progress.

Locate and free small white dog.

Small white dog known as Flossy.

May be used in the satanic rites.

Hello, Romeo.

Negative on suspects in chapel,

negative on dog just kinky props. Over.

A private collection of

medieval implements. Perfectly legal.

Your wife is a public figure.

Mind she doesn't end up

a public laughing stock

in a court of law ?

- Um, maybe you could drop me off

at the first station then I could...

Forget your job.

Come on the road with us.

Slaves get food and expenses.

I really can't.

I have responsibilitie, Mistress.

Stop the car, Eugenie.

Faces, names, addresses... bruises.

Excellent! Fireworks igniting against

human skin, even.

With this video, backed up by Peter's strong,

clear verification as witness,

the action will not fail.

- What're the likely costs?

- That's impossible to quantify.

- Then we can't proceed.

- If we lose, -

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