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I spend half my life removing hair and maintaining my body.

Being an escort involves pain,

but it's almost always self-inflicted.

But sometimes pain can be pleasure.

(man gasps)

How much do I owe you, then? Uh...

shall we say 300?

Three hund...

In that case, we could just call it even.

Uh, no. By the book.

I need to declare it, you'll need a receipt.

Thank you. Thank you.

Please put 40% away from now on. I know.

So you don't get a nasty shock in April.

Everything all right?

Everything's fine. Sure?

Sometimes, there are things that you do when--

You can tell me whatever you want.

There are things I think about.

Well, you must share.

You've always been so nice to me.

If it wasn't for you, I'd still be sobbing over a shoebox full of receipts.

No.

You see, I don't want you to be nice to me.

(Belle) I bet you're the gimp in the relationship.

Nah, sweetheart. I'm the boss in the bedroom.

Course you are. Smack her about a bit, do you?

You got to, ain't ya? As long as it's with an open palm it's allowed.

No, it's just, uh, I'm sleeping with this bloke

who's quite into S and M.

Who? What bloke? Some bloke.

Like who? Do I know him? Doubt it.

Is it serious?

All that pain and paraphernalia, I don't really get it.

I wish I could just be honest.

I can tell him about the men I've shagged, I just can't tell him I get paid for it.

You're not even out of breath.

I'm trying to lose some weight for next year.

Why? What happens next year?

Well, I'm getting married.

I asked Vanessa to marry me.

My God!

That's brilliant. Well done.

When did this happen?

In Amsterdam. Took her to this pl-- In Amsterdam?

Yeah. That was months ago.

It was one month ago. You proposed a month ago?

Yeah. Why didn't you tell me?

I am.

Right.

Married?

Don't be pissed off. I'm not pissed off. Why would I be pissed off?

I mean, well done. It's... it's great.

Han. I could have helped you choose the ring.

We chose it together.

OK.

I was a dom for a while.

I tell you, there's no fucking money in it.

I'm not changing career, I just wanna give it a go.

Good. I understand.

You do this job long enough, you want to kick the shit out of a man eventually.

No, it's not that. I like him, and he does my taxes.

Sirona runs a dungeon in Angel.

Tell the bitch I say hi.

Hi, I wonder if you could spare a few minutes to talk to us about Jesus.

You must be Sirona. Hello, darling.

Come in. Hello.

Uh, I don't think so! Position three.

You don't mind, do you? He's not allowed clothes indoors.

No, I'm used to it. Can I get you anything to drink?

Ooh, herbal tea. Absolutely. Would you--

Oh, he won't speak without permission. Do you want anything to drink... pet?

Yes, mistress. You can drink out of the nice lady's toilet, then, can't you?

Actually, I... I'd rather he didn't.

(Sirona) So why not send your client my way?

I'm curious. Curiosity - it's the first step to enlightenment.

I thought it killed the cat.

Belle, I like you.

I like anyone with an open mind and clean shoes.

Just to be clear, though, I take this job seriously. Of course.

Some people meditate, some people pray-- Sure.

And fetish is not something for working girls to retire to once their tits have started to sag.

My tits are fine.

Then... let's begin.

To speak in very basic terms,

it breaks down into cross-dress, role-play, Japanese rope bondage,

dog training, maid training, dildo training,

slaves, feet and medical, but you're just a beginner.

So, is he married? Yeah. Obviously, she doesn't know.

Shame.

All these secrets.

So, um, how do I avoid leaving marks?

Ah. The key is building up.

Light spanking, light flogging, soft leather.

Increasing the circulation.

Get it red, the fluid in t tissue acts as a cushion.

Far less likely to split or bruise.

Then you can go to town. Position four.

Avoid.

Avoid.

Here, and here. Ooh!

Now get off the carpet! You disgust me! Yes, mistress.

Before we go any further, could I use your bathroom?

Yeah, sure. It's just up there, to the right.

(Sirona) Slave! Wipe!

That's not a bad lark's head. Were you in the Guides?

The Brownies. What about the sex?

There is no sex.

None at all? Well, how do you know when you're finished?

My watch beeps.

I'm a goddess to my slaves. That's what they want.

I wouldn't stoop to sex with them.

Plus, I'm a married woman.

He knows? Of course he knows. Our sitting room's a dungeon.

Wow, that's great.

Is he in the business?

No, Frank's a professor. But he's often there in sessions.

Pottering about, making tea.

It must be lovely. Sharing it with someone.

It's marriage.

Not clean enough.

(slave grunts)

You try it.

(slave grunts in pain)

There you go. It's bizarre.

You've got to see, for a lot of people, Belle, it's a huge relief.

Not being in charge? Mm.

It's not him doing these dirty things, his mistress is forcing him.

He's got no choice. Yeah, it must be kind of peaceful under the table.

I think I'm starting to get it.

Then you're ready.

(# "Ice Cream" by New Young Pony Club)

(ringing tone)

(phone rings)

(machine) Hi, this is Hannah. I'm not around. Leave a message. Bye.

(ringing tone)

(phone rings)

So glad I didn't get hit by a bus.

(phone rings)

(machine) Hi, this is Hannah. I'm not around. Leave a message. Bye.

(rings)

Han, it's Ben.

Stop ignoring me, would you, and give us a ring. I've been trying you loads.

(volume increases)

(doorbell)

Close the door.

Clothes off. Wear this.

Kneel here.

Yes.

Yes, what?

Yes, mistress.

Everything's worked out in advance - a script, a scenario,

even the insults I'm gonna use have been agreed with him over email.

Hands behind your back.

I'm not gonna bend down for you. On the chair.

(sighs)

Are you going to do whatever I tell you? (groans)

When we caught you trying to escape, I could have had you shot.

This way, I thought it would be more fun... for me.

Please let me go, mistress. Speak up!

Please let me go, mistress.

You're my prisoner here, and you're not going anywhere.

Aah!

Yes.

Oh!

(he cries in pain)

Stop moving. Sorry, mistress.

I shall have to punish you. No, mistress.

I don't think I can take any more.

Really? Yes, mistress. Please stop.

OK. Get up if you want.

No, I'm a bad slave.

Yes, you are, but if you want you can just get up.

Red, amber or green? Green.

Oh, right. Sorry. (he moans in pain)

This is what you deserve.

How do you know if you're doing it right?

In my job, if you make a man come, that's success.

With this, I can't even tell if he's enjoying it.

(he moans in pain and pleasure)

What shall I do next, mistress?

Just a minute. You disgust me.

(ringing tone)

Sirona, it's Belle.

Yeah... I've run out of ideas, and I've still got ages to go.

Yeah, I... suppose so.

OK.

And then do the kitchen!

(automated voice) Thank you for calling. You've seven new messages

and one new caller who left no message.

(Ben) Hey, look, if you're being a dick, fine, be a dick,

but at least drop me a text to let me know you're all right.

(ringing tone)

(Ben) Hello? You think I'm being a dick?

Hi. How are you? You were too scared to tell me you're getting married.

What? Two months. Two months ago you went to Amsterdam.

It's a month and a half. Oh, well, fucking hell.

This isn't about you. I told who I wanted to tell. Deal with it.

You didn't tell me 'cause you knew what I'd say - "bad idea."

Fuck you. You want me to apologize for not telling you?

Fine. You've always got to be in control.

Do you know what? You're the one who never answers her phone

or speaks about anything real these days.

I can't even come round your flat anymore.

So stop being a hypocrite, 'cause you're doing my head in.

Oh!

Agh! Agh!

Aagh!

(he grunts in pain)

Aagh!

Red. Red. Red.

Belle! Red!

I don't want scars.

Will you help me undo this, please?

Sorry. I'm sorry.

I don't think that's for me.

You were very good. I...

I just got a bit... No. I'm sorry.

No, I am.

I'll recommend someone else. She'll be great.

Maybe I am a hypocrite, but at least I'm not a fucking coward.

All right.

Come and sit down.

Come on. You look mental.

I was gonna tell you.

You know I've always said I couldn't see myself getting married.

Yeah, like me. Yeah. And, I don't know, you've never got on with Vanessa--

What? You thought I wouldn't approve?

No.

You know, we're best mates, Ben. I'd like to know you're getting married.

OK.

But we're not best mates like that, really, are we?

Why? Is it Vanessa? Is she threatened by me?

No, Hannah, it's you.

I didn't tell you about this, but you don't tell me anything.

Well, what do you want us to do? Share our feelings more?

Don't make out like I'm being a girl about this.

It's fucking obvious you keep secrets everywhere.

You're seeing someone or whatever it is you're doing.

And you know what? That's fine.

But don't make out like it's my fault we're not tight.

I know that's my fault, all right? I know.

I'm a private person, that's all.

Yeah, well, I just don't understand what's going on, do I?

Look, you better go, yeah? Yeah.

Ben. Yeah?

Congratulations.

Thanks.

(# "Locked Together" by King Creosote)

Sirona was right.

Hurting people is a very special talent.

S and M has taught me one thing -

maybe absolute control isn't always best.

Maybe sometimes you've got to give a bit away.

(phone beeps)

(they chat and laugh)

It's all arranged. You'll be working with Naomi.

Hello. Lucky boy. I'm sending him the crème de la crème.

(Belle) I'm hardly a girl's girl, but I will go gay for pay.

Why do you do it? Would you believe me if I said I enjoyed it?

Every little girl's dream. Or nightmare.

(gasps)

Am I ever gonna be able to talk to you about this?