Most scenes regarding the infamous Irene Adler's profession can be considered too sickeningly explicit for the naked or innocent eye to read, and even to those who are used to the kind of scenarios find themselves turning a brighter or deadlier shade, just when it comes to some of the lighter recreational elements of The Woman's work.
One of those 'sessions' regards a familiar figure amongst Britain's most famous and powerful family. After all, with the expense of how much they cost, it seemed only right that the dominatrix could be granted such company. Or rather, that they could consider themselves honoured with hers.

"An email." The cool voice of The Woman's redheaded assistant announced. Gently, a folded up piece of paper was laid out in front of her, and Irene caught the sight of a smirk just hinting at her maid's lips. Whoever it was, it had to be good. The long fingers of The Woman unfolded the single piece of paper, and her blue orbs read along the lines of the black words; lighting up the more that they read.

"Perfect." She purred in response, turning to Kate with the smallest of smug smiles coating her unpainted lips.

From: [BLOCKED FOR REASONS REGARDING PRIVACY]
Subject: Your Sessions.
To: The Woman (sessions .uk)
Date: 13/04/2011 - 00:22

Dear Ms. Adler,

I can imagine that without a doubt, you know of the date that is soon to come. Whilst I am prepared for the life of marriage, I still seek to be adventurous and try one last thing before I am officially tied down. I am available on the 20th of this month – an exact week off the day that I have sent this email. I hope that you are, too. I hope that will also give us a sufficient amount of time to discuss such things as my limits and what the session will involve.
I do hope that you will respect my privacy, and have been informed by many that you do.

Yours professionally,

Catherine Middleton

Whilst for the majority of her clients, Irene's redheaded assistant (of a similar name to the soon-to-be Duchess of Cambridge) took the reins in the department of organisation, the dominatrix took a personal interest in the upcoming session. It was of no effort at all for her to be able to arrange a single session for the 20th of April, 2011, and they had been granted plenty of time to exchange messages, only via email. Apart from The Whip Hand's personal policy of only meeting clients for the first time, on the day of the session, it was what was best for her client. After all, there were only so many places that she could go, unnoticed.

The details of the session itself are too private and explicit to be given freely. Yet, from the reassuring amount of pictures taken on the manipulative, power-hungry dominatrix's 'Vertu' camera phone, one can put together that the then Kate Middleton was not only handcuffed to a bed and ferociously whipped with a riding crop, but suspended in the air with a large array of suspension bondage, in quite a variety of different positions consisting of vertical, horizontal and inverted styles, whilst having various senses cut off. Whilst not only being forced to beg for her old positions of power and dignity, she pleaded for The Woman, her mistress, to carry on treating her so brutally.

She cried, whimpered and begged with each violent blow involving the act of sadomasochism.
She was scorned, scolded and chastised; not only physically, but mentally.
She learnt her place in the world, and accepted that secrecy could never be an option when it came to Irene Adler.

But most importantly of all, one lesson was learnt:
She knew when she was beaten.