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Knight of the Realm

I had never met the man before that evening. How was I to know he was a Knight of the realm, titled a Sir by the Queen herself for services rendered to the crown.

It seems that dress making had its rewards.


His apartment in Kensington was spitting distance from Kensington Palace and it was to this apartment I had been called.

This tall man answered the door. Probably in his 70’s – he was handsome and very well spoken. I was impressed.

I remember the wallpaper was like old script on parchment, and the apartment was filled with beautiful antiques ( bit like himself ) and I was impressed..


This was not the kind of client I had been use to. While I advertised a service that was ‘ Educated and friendly with style and class’ – it seems these words resonated with this client and that’s why he had chosen me.


We chatted for twenty minutes over a cup of tea and he said that he had a friend coming round and that – actually – on this occasion, it was the other guy who I was there to see and that – if I didn’t mind him watching – he would pay me extra. By the time we had drunk our Earl Grey – the doorbell went again and I heard him welcoming his friend.


He was Australian, around 45, handsome and quite sexy, so this looked as if it was not going to be such hard work as some clients can be.


We got down to business quite quickly with the Ozy stripping off almost straight away and after we all stripped, Sir sat back on a seat watching me fuck the Ozy – and at one point Sir looked me in the eyes and said


‘ John, you really were born for sex, you really are one sexy man.’


To which I replied

‘ Can I have that as a quote from you personally, as I could use that in my advertising.’


Naturally he knew I was joking and he laughed and laughed, as he knew that I valued and offered total discretion and would never reveal who he was – as I am not a kiss and tell person – at least not until they are dead...


I saw him quite a few times over the next few months and we became quite close, and he would ask about my life and one day I asked him who he was, as up until now I had no idea, always paying cash.

‘Today my dear, you will find out who I am as I am going to pay you with a cheque – if that’s okay


The strange thing was, as he said this I looked around and saw an office supply paper box with a name on it – a very famous queens designer – and I looked up and asked ‘ Are you Hardy Amies ‘


And he said ‘Yes dear boy. How did you guess that one ?


Reason, seeing the name on the box was a bit tenuous but was the truth., and now knowing I had been seeing a Knight of the Crown, - and although most certainly not for the first time had I had sex with a Knight, a Sir or even a Lord / Baron etc. as it means fuck all to me and often with gentry men, they are more impressed with their title than I was – as who cares if you come from some privileged background – who cares as all too often, these people are gormless idiots. Money, title, land and power, but gormless idiots who wouldn’t know how to change a light bulb or make scrambled egg… ’Oh – the Maintenance Man – Cook or Nanny will do that ‘ and like so many brilliant professors who are world famous in their field of expertise, they are gormless idiots when taken out of their cloistered protective layer of university protection by the bursar and carers – but in the big wide world these people – often – cannot cope – they have an assortment of ‘ special needs;’ which mean they need looking after. Brilliance – often – comes at a price.

He thought maybe I recognised him on the telly, which I had not.

I did ask him


‘ Why does the Queen always look so fuddy duddy ?’


He replied that there was basically only 3 cuts of dress the Queen liked and that all were based on that same shape and cut to cater for her big bust - – and that she would not let them try something new – and he agreed that she often looked older than her then years ( 60’s ) because of what she wore. He said he often wanted to try her in new designs and shapes, but she knew what she liked and that was that. He was a charming older man and very gentleman like. Polite. Thoughtful and all in all a very sweet and kind man, so unlike some of the other pompous assholes I had met who were not titled, were not mixed up with Royalty and were just ‘ up themselves’ for whatever reason and for which had absolutely no affect on me at all – except I would not let anyone away with trying to be superior – as no one is superior over anyone, and I don’t care if you are a President, Monarch or Road Sweeper.


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Info@hamiltonhall.infoad never met the man before that evening. How was I to know he was a Knight of the realm, titled a Sir by the Queen d and friendly with style and class’ – it seems these words resonated with this client and that’s why he had chosen me.ver reason and for which had absolutely no affect on me at all – except I would not let anyone away with trying to be superior – as no one is superior over anyone, and I don’t care if you are a President, Monarch or Road Sweeper.



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