Mrs Theresa Berkeley ran a well-known brothel in Soho, London, in the
19th century. Of her many and varied achievements, the best
known is probably her invention of the Berkeley Horse, a strong wooden
frame to which a man could be firmly secured and then manoeuvred into
almost any angle or position.
Mrs Berkeley was undoubtedly one of the most successful ladies in her
profession, attracting clients who were wealthy and whose interests went
beyond the services provided by others at a time when it was said that in
parts of London as many as one in five houses was a brothel.
The story that follows is complete fiction. Probably.
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"So you're back, Mr Edwards. Nice to see you." Mrs Berkeley
beamed at her client.
"Will it be Susan for you again?"
"Yes please, Mrs Berkeley. I found her most..........entertaining."
Mrs Berkeley nodded. "Yes, she has such a delicate touch, does she
not? So many of my girls are so vigorous with the whip when it's really
not called for."
"And I wonder, Mr Edwards, if I might persuade you to try the
Horse this time? It provides such a unique experience, and so beautifully
restraining to enhance even the skills of young Susan."
"If you say to, Mrs Berkeley. I am completely in your hands. You
are, after all, the true expert in this matters."
"Indeed I am. Yes, indeed I am."
With a swirl of her long dress Mrs Berkeley turned and led him from the
entrance hall down the winding stairs into the basement where Susan was
waiting. In the centre of the room stood a tall, rectangular frame held up
at its sides by heavy triangular mountings with a single metal bolt at the
top of each fastened through the frame to act as a hinge. At each side of
the base of the frame, which was about a foot off the floor, were supports
for a man to stand on. Next to these were leather cuffs to attach his
ankles firmly in place.
At the top corners of the frame were similar cuffs for his wrists, so
that once in place he would be held firmly in a star shape and would not
fall off no matter to what angle the device was tilted on its hinges. More
importantly, once attached the man was unable to reach the buckles on the
cuffs, had no way of freeing himself, and his whole body, front and back,
was completely exposed.
"Now, Mr Edwards, if you will get undressed and up onto the horse,
please."
He hesitated, looking from Susan to Mrs Berkeley. She raised her
eyebrows.
"Mr Edwards, I need to help Susan to get you onto the Horse. We
can't have you falling off and hurting yourself, can we?" said Mrs
Berkeley, then seeing his still-doubtful expressions, "Oh Mr Edwards,
don't be so silly. You haven't got anything I haven't seen a thousand
times!"
Reluctantly he shed his clothes, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the
floor and carefully avoiding looking at either Susan on Mrs Berkeley. He
stepped up onto the Horse and stood there as the two women buckled the
straps round his wrists and ankles to secure him to the frame.
"Now, Susan...." Mrs Berkeley started, but he interrupted
her.
"Aren't you going to leave now?" he demanded loudly.
She stood directly in front of him, her hands on her hips. "No, Mr
Edwards, I am not. I want to see Susan's delicate technique you seem to
like so much."
"No you're not," he retorted angrily, "I'm paying for
Susan and I don't want you as well."
"You're paying?" Mrs Berkeley raised her eyebrows. "Mr
Edwards, I do believe you haven't paid for your last three visits, and
from what I hear your business affairs are in such a lamentable mess you
couldn't afford to pay for a threepenny whore in the meat market."
"I.......," he started to say.
"No, Mr Edwards," she went on, "It seems we won't be
having any money from you, so YOU, MR Edwards, are in no position to
argue. In fact, Mr Edwards, you are in no position right now to do
anything at all. I strongly suggest you remain polite and obedient,
otherwise............"
She nodded at Susan, who picked up a riding crop and lightly slapped
him across the buttocks with it. He flinched, more from instinct than from
discomfort.
Mrs Berkeley moved closer to him. "Enjoying that?" she hissed
at him. "I'm afraid Susan hasn't quite got the idea of what is
required here."
Mrs Berkeley took the crop from Susan.
"Now," she said, "Let me show you how it should be
done.........."