Online Points of Interest
In authoring the Post Edwardian Mystery Novel, "Margot," we were inspired by many of our own life experiences. Thus, we have appropriately included lifestyles and places that were popular in the era when the fictional account of our heroine's story, would have actually taken place. You may follow this link to a selection of Points of Interest that we have created for Margot's adventures. Who knows, you may enjoy visiting these special places in your own travels to Britain one day...
Our Authors & Principals
Over the years, throughout their many journeys, the Moorhouses, Frances & Jeffrey, had become ardent observers of the human condition. After all, life unfolds everywhere, in airports, restaurants or on any of the boulevards one might travel in a lifetime. To them, their observations of life were an insightful study, and one not the least inhibited by the vagaries of language. So, when they figuratively put pen to paper on their first novel, they had a wealth of experiences to draw upon for inspiration. Both Frances and Jeffrey, seasoned travelers, observers of life and budding raconteurs, were able to draw upon vivid recollections of interesting places and intriguing people.
Their eventual entry into the world of fiction was simply a variation on a theme for a pair of travel and lifestyle editors. For well over a decade, they had written extensively about arts & cultural experiences for the European traveler. Their byline had appeared in print and on the internet. But, their first love was a fashionable online journal they created for a niche audience of cultured travelers. Over the years, they expanded their online resources to include a companion weblog and a podcast page. Today they also employ select social media to quickly distribute "news items" to their readers.
All this came about at a time when they learned that the sun would soon set on the British hotel group they had represented for over a generation. This London based hostelry group was founded in Victorian times and flourished notably thereafter in the fashionable Edwardian era. The company’s portfolio of properties included smart hotels in major British cities as well as former aristocratic mansions that now provided tweedy comforts to upscale guests on provincial holidays. The brand also extended to luxury golf resorts nestled in Scottish glens or on lands linked to the sea.
To Frances and Jeffrey, this had been more than a mere career path. Upon reflection, it almost seemed that they had lived an existence somewhere between "Downton Abbey, Upstairs Downstairs" and a world of Vintage Victorian elegance.
They recalled vividly, so long ago, when they had entered this new existence, filled with accents, from cultured English to regional Highland brogues. Above all, this special new world thrived on grand traditions of impeccable service in splendid hotels with colleagues who were eminently polished, and consummate professionals. Little wonder that Frances and Jeffrey, can so easily draw upon a legion of extraordinary experiences shared with a cadre of British and European colleagues. It is these memories, drawn from the Bel Epoque of their lifetime, that so inspire their literary pursuits to this day.
So it was, that at a time when others might be thinking of retirement, Frances and Jeffrey entered the world of online publishing, credentialed with a lifetime of experiences for inspiration.
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Le Muse Erotique
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“As we say in France, “bon jour mon ami.“ However, I sense that in this case it might be more appropriate to communicate in The Kings English .…and thusly, I say ”Good day my friend … . please allow me to introduce myself. I am the one and the only, Le Muse Erotique. Ah! As you so cleverly wonder, indeed I do not have a Christian name. Further, it is not for the sake of expediency that my persona, my social standing and occupation are mutually identified as one entity “Le Muse Erotique.”
Gwen scoured the bar top for Derek's favorite item, "Well, there's nothing very interesting here. Oh wait a moment, there is something, Derek this is strange it's a glass jar, no, its in an apothecary jar of all things. "Humor me" Derek said "Let me be the judge about just how interesting your discovery might be."
"OK, my dear you are the boss" Derek is still seated in his favorite chair a Glenlivet with a splash of soda on the rocks still in his hand. He is memorized as he watches Gwen walk back to him. “ How does a woman over 50 carry this off he thinks? She's simply gorgeous as she walks toward him. She looks like a fashion model on a runway, one foot in front of the other, all the while she is trailing Derek's favorite thing behind her.
She was quite appetizing standing there in front of him, wearing only her Pradas, nylons and garter belt. His favorite thing was limp in her grasp. "So this is something my Derek likes. She feigns sarcasm when she says "Well I can hardly imagine what my Derek is going to do with it." Actually, she doesn't fully realize it yet, but she's already playing the game.
"Well, Gwen you are not only a very intelligent woman, you also possess a profound sense of the occasion. I'm sure you will work things out and that you will respond appropriately to question at hand "First things first," he says as he reaches out gently to take hold of his favorite thing. Gwen obliges by placing it in his outstretched hand and asks "OK, mister what's next?
"Well my dear, under the circumstances, that’s proobably a fair question. But, remember, everything at the moment is up to you. Your response will determine the direction our relationship will take from this point onward. Gwen dwells on what he has just said.
“So there we are now. You are calling the shots at this point. Give it a bit more thought. I'm sure you'll come to the right conclusion. "
For what seemed like an eternity Gwen stood there motionless. Actually, she was teasing Derek. Then she moved her arms behind her back very slowly and then placed her wrists together." Derek whispered "Are you sure about this my dear?
Gwen was grinning as she nodded in the affirmative. In a moment, the suspense was over and Derek's intentions had become abundantly clear. He was securely binding Gwen's wrists behind her back. For her part, she breathed a sigh of relief knowing she had responded correctly to Derek's wishes.
As she turned to face the still seated Derek she moved her wrists to find out if he was playing some parlor game or if his intentions might be more sinister. There was no question about it, she was not going to escape his handiwork. She looked down at her new master and asked "Well my Dear what's next Whips? Gags? Branding irons? He smiled, "You're correct on two of the three my dear. But there are a few procedural matters to deal with. For one, get rid of those heels. She fussed a bit but removed her heels and pushed them aside with her foot.
Gwen looked down at still seated Derek to learn what her new fate held for her. A smiling Derek looked up, and asked softly "Well my dear, what do you think? She pondered that question for a moment. First of all Derek, I think I just became , what do they call them "a Submissive?" "But it makes sense doesn't it? Let's face it Derek you’re the dominant figure in this relationship. You call the all the shots. Actually, you decide the what, when, and where of everything we do. I like the fact that you take charge and that you watch over me. No question about it you're the boss. I'm the other one, standing here nearly naked with my hands tied behind my back." “Something just crossed my mind, do you have a lot of beautiful women bound hand and foot buried in your back yard? “Oh Gwen, you are so charming. Of course I do not have a lot of beautiful women, bound and gagged buried in my back yard. Gwen, think about it. My home is between Lexington and Park Avenue. There are no back yards here.”
“Gwen you are marvelous. No, I sold all of your predecessors to Brazilian gangsters. In fact, they are all white slaves and prostitutes in Rio de Janeiro. You’re going to love Rio there’s so much you can do living in a Barrio. “ She nods, brightens her outlook an suggests “By the way Derek old boy, why don’t you untie me now?"
No my dear. But I do want another Glenlivit. But first, we need to secure you a bit more." Gwen looked perplexed "How could I be more secure?" “Oh I'll show you. You do have a lot to learn my dear. Now, let me help you to your knees." Gwen is now kneeling in front of Derek's empty chair.
"Now" he whispers, "cross your ankles." She does as she is told as he takes the loose end of the silky rope and binds her crossed ankles thus connecting them securely to her bound wrists. This arches her back in a rather uncomfortable position." She mentions this to Derek who acknowledges that he knows that she is uncomfortable and that he actually did that on purpose.
As she begins to speak again, Derek reached in the drawer of the table next to his chair. He withdraws something round and red. She is still talking when he places a red object in her open mouth then buckles it's strap behind her head. At this point Gwen is now kneeling on the floor. She is securely bound hand and foot and now, is gagged. “That thing in you mouth is the third thing you asked about. It seems that you’re in a bit of a predicament. Wouldn’t you say?”
As Derek pours his drink he marvels the sight before him as Gwen struggles to remain upright. As he poured his drink Derek admonishes Gwen that her” orders are remain still as she kneels and that if she falls or sits she will punished.” He returns to his chair, sips his drink and toys with the nipples on Gwen’s breasts and then he toys lightly with that glorious sweet spot in between her legs. He teases "Should I untie you now? Still gagged she nods enthusiastically in the affirmative. Then she falls on her side. He knew she would. "Oh Gwen you're such a naughty girl. I give you one simple thing to do and you disobey me. Well, it's clear to me that you must be punished. But first, I must reset you.”
He gets up and lifts Gwen back to her kneeling position. As he unties the rope that connects her wrists and her ankles she has a sigh of relief. To her disappointment Derek is retying her ankles once again but much tighter and closer. So now, she is back on her knees once again, but her back is now arched more uncomfortably than it was before. He turns on the TV, and tells her that he is going to watch the news while he decides what her punishment is going to be. For her part Nan is mulling her role in this evenings activities. First as a friend invited for a social evening, then as dinner guest, and now she finds herself in the role of Derek's love slave or worse.
To be continued . . . . .