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My MI5 husband DID set up Max Mosley, admits whip-wielding dominatrix
Last updated at 10:39am on 03.08.08
They are perhaps the most intriguing and unconventional couple in
Britain – the crisply correct MI5 man and his wife, a whip-wielding
dominatrix who purveys sado-masochistic sex to the suburbs.
But here they are, in the sedate surroundings of a London tearoom,
describing in matter-of-fact terms how an attempt by them to combine
their careers ended in high farce, personal disaster and national
scandal, with consequences that are genuinely destined to resonate
down the ages.
One half of the couple is the sex worker who, at the behest of the
News of the World, smuggled a camera into the now-notorious S&M orgy
convened at the request of Max Mosley, the president of world motor
racing.
Michelle - 'Woman E' has broken cover to reveal her extraordinary life
as a suburban mistress
Mosley launched a court action over the resultant article, claiming
his privacy had been invaded, and secured a victory that has profound
implications for free speech in Britain.
The dominatrix, referred to in court as Woman E, had been due to give
key evidence at the trial, but in the event went into hiding.
Now, in an exclusive interview with The Mail on Sunday, the dominatrix
and her husband describe the background to the Mosley `sting' for the
first time.
And they have a revelation, too, that will deepen suspicion that
Mosley was the victim of forces beyond those of a greedy sex worker
and a scandal-hungry tabloid.
Motor racing boss Max Mosley leaves the Royal Courts of Justice, after
winning a privacy-invasion lawsuit over a British tabloid's claims he
took part in a Nazi-themed orgy
For they disclose that the News of the World was initially contacted
and tipped off not by the dominatrix, but by her husband – a serving
officer in MI5, remember – who then negotiated a deal with the
newspaper.
Mosley himself is said to believe that his public shaming was brought
about by shadowy, unspecified enemies.
The dominatrix Michelle – we cannot publish her full name or that of
her husband for both legal and security reasons – told The Mail on
Sunday: `I was pleased to leave it up to him.
'I might be bossy when I am working, but I'm not in my normal life. In
any case, he is much better on the phone than I am.'
Dominatrix Michelle strikes a pose on her website
And the MI5 man admits: `I am the one who rang the News of the World
offering to sell my wife's story and sorted out the deal before she
got involved.'
The couple are at pains to insist that he was acting without the
knowledge of MI5. There is no evidence to the contrary. But as the
pair go on to describe their extraordinary, head-spinning story, the
questions mount up rather than go away.
Certainly, the couple make an unlikely match. Although Michelle, at
38, is two years younger than him, she looks older and is taller. Born
in Birmingham, she left school at 16.
Her first job was as a hairdresser, but it quickly bored her and she
moved on to selling windows for conservatories.
Michelle's husband, who has quit MI5. His face has been obscured for
security reasons.
Her career path changed abruptly when she was about 30 after a short
relationship.
`I became a submissive – a woman who gives up control to a man – which
I really enjoyed,' she says.
`When the relationship ended I went on the internet and found other
people in the scene.
`There are so many websites it was really easy. I also switched from
being submissive to being in charge, and realised about seven years
ago that I could make a career out of it.'
So Michelle entered a world of leather, pretend chains and seedy
basement `dungeons'. She gives a stern look, of the kind that must be
worth good money at one of her parties.
`Let me make one thing clear,' she says.
`I give out punishment or correction services, but I am not a hooker
or a prostitute. I always refer anyone who contacts me to my website
so they know what my rules are. Domination is a professional business.'
Professional is a word she uses like a mantra. `I don't offer a sexual
service. Clients are not allowed to touch me. They must have total
respect and once they come through the door I am in charge because
that is what they want.
`My clients have high-class careers – they are doctors, solicitors and
bankers – and want no responsibility for an hour or two.
'What I do for them sets off endorphins – the feelgood hormones
released when people exercise – and it's very relaxing.'
At times she sounds like a cross between a social worker and a
psychotherapist.
`I am just a normal mother of two doing a professional job,' she
elaborates. `I am not brutal or nasty and don't beat people until they
bleed. I use just enough pain to release the endorphins.' I notice
that her unvarnished nails are extremely long.
She met her future husband – we shall call him Martin – at a Butlins
holiday camp in 2003. She has two children, a girl of 13 and a boy of
15 from a previous relationship. Martin, a former officer in the Royal
Marines, has one.
`I was there with my two children and he had come for a stag party,'
she recalls. `We started talking and soon got together. I told him
what I did on our third date. He knew exactly what I meant, but he
said it wasn't his scene.
`Three weeks after we met he told me that he worked for MI5. I was a
bit shocked, but then I suppose he had been rather shocked about me.'
Spy thrillers are, of course, filled with key operatives falling for
the practised charms of a professional seductress.
But perhaps in real life a man who works for a branch of the
intelligence services would see red warning lights flashing in front
of his eyes and head off before getting emotionally involved.
Instead Martin decided not to tell his employers about his new
potentially dangerous liaison. `If he had discussed it with them they
would have capped his career straight away,' insists Michelle.
Martin agrees: `Of course Michelle's work jeopardised my job. If I had
told them they would probably have asked her to stop.'
Perhaps the simplest and more respectable solution would have been for
her to find something else to do? Martin didn't think so. And it
appears that the agency's vetting procedures failed to reveal the truth.
So Martin hid Michelle's activities from MI5. Fine – except now it
emerges that, in fact, some of his colleagues did know all about
Michelle.
Because, when the couple married a year ago, he invited them to their
wedding, telling friends that he regarded her way of earning a living
as both `fine' and `hilarious'.
Did none of Martin's colleagues see it as their duty to inform their
superiors about the secret life of a senior operative?
Michelle would have us believe they did not. `He only invited people
on the same level as him,' she says. `They are loyal and no one told
their bosses.'
Instead, the loving pair settled down cosily in a modern four-bedroom
house in Milton Keynes.
Michelle had also, by then, earned sufficient money working two or
three days a week to buy another house on the Buckinghamshire borders,
which she used for work.
`I wanted to keep it well away from my family home,' she says.
Here, she once `entertained' or perhaps punished Max Mosley. A co-
worker introduced them, but his name rang not the tiniest of bells. `I
thought he was just an ordinary customer,' she says.
But after he had used her services a couple of times, she casually
mentioned his name to Martin over supper.
`He knew exactly who he was,' she says proudly, adding quickly:
`Martin is keen and knowledgeable about motor racing and told me he
was a very wealthy, powerful and successful individual.'
A few more meetings took place, Michelle says, `at a flat in Chelsea
that I believe he owns and at a party in Euston – he never contacted
me directly, it was always through another girl'.
Then Michelle and four other girls were booked by the multi-
millionaire, who is the son of Thirties fascist leader Sir Oswald
Mosley, from noon to 5pm on March 28 for an orgy.
A few days before it was due to take place Michelle and Martin had a
conversation over dinner and agreed – they can't or won't remember who
suggested it first – that it would make an `interesting' newspaper
story.
The following morning, without allegedly bothering to think through
the potential devastating consequences, Martin made his dramatic phone
calls. Michelle would spank and tell.
Michelle insists that they were simply looking for a way out of debt.
`Our financial difficulties grew as a result of our marriage,'
Michelle says. `We wanted to have a fantastic wedding. I had a
beautiful white dress and 100 guests came for dinner and dancing. The
problem was that it cost £18,000.'
`Also, the equipment I needed for my work was very expensive. For
example, my throne of dark wood and red leather cost £800. It's not
the sort of thing you can pick up at MFI.
`So, what with all that and overspending on our credit cards, we found
ourselves owing well over £20,000 and couldn't see any way of clearing
it other than by selling
my story. But never in a million years did we think it would cause so
many problems.'
And so Michelle turned up for the five-hour orgy with a tiny video
camera concealed in her tie, which was part of her uniform. Not in her
bra, as has been reported. `It was all fixed up for me by the
newspaper,' she says.
Martin, who one assumes is an expert in such matters, apparently
didn't get involved.
`All I had to do was turn it on,' says Michelle. `I was so nervous
beforehand that I was sick and had a panic attack. I also kept
thinking, "What am I doing?" '
And so a festival of corporal punishment was captured in grainy, shaky
monochrome.
Martin, who specialised as a mobile surveillance officer tracking
terror suspects, categorically denies there was a conspiracy involving
MI5.
`I can't talk about my work, but no, MI5 weren't involved,' he says.
Michelle nods. `Nobody from any organisation including MI5 spoke to
either my husband or myself before or after he contacted the
newspaper. It was entirely our decision and the result of a moment of
madness.
`We were in financial difficulties and saw it as a way of clearing our
debt in one go.'
Whitehall sources also stated last night that they had 'nothing to
add' to earlier assertions denying MI5 had anything to do with the
Mosley affair.
Now the narrative turns complicated and cruel. After publication of
the News of the World article at the end of March, Mosley decided to
sue for breach of privacy.
He hired Quest, a private investigation agency run by Lord Stevens,
the former Metropolitan Police Commissioner, to provide information
about the women at the party.
They traced Michelle and tailed Martin, following him from his home to
MI5's headquarters. He admits he knew he was being followed but denies
reports of a car chase.
One can only wonder why such an expert in surveillance didn't give his
tail the slip or alert his superiors.
A letter was then sent to MI5, alerting it to the fact that one of its
agents was married to a prostitute. Martin was told that he was being
suspended on full pay – about £30,000 a year.
The court case went ahead last month. The night before Michelle, who
was referred to as Woman E in the proceedings, was due to appear as a
key witness for the newspaper, Martin received a letter from his
bosses warning him of his obligations under the Official Secrets Act.
Perhaps this was the last straw for Michelle, who failed to turn up in
court. `I had another panic attack,' she explains.
Mosley won his legal action for breach of privacy over the newspaper's
claims that the orgy had Nazi overtones and Mr Justice Eady awarded
him £60,000 in damages.
After the case Martin resigned from MI5, so didn't even get a pay-off,
and Michelle dismantled the website advertising her services.
`My regular clients have been very supportive, saying that any time I
want to go back they would be pleased to see me,' she says. `But I
don't know if I want to or if they will be able to trust me.'
No doubt she also knows that, at 38, she is nearing her sell-by date.
It's not a job for an older woman. `Nor does Martin know what he is
going to do,' she adds sadly.
`But he is looking hard for another job. At the moment we are
struggling to pay our mortgages and bills. My workplace is empty but I
hope to let it to a family. Luckily our relationship is very strong.
`My family have told me off for being stupid but have stuck by me. I
have, though, been worried about my children. My younger one doesn't
really understand it, but keeps putting her arm around me to comfort
me, but my son is worried about how his friends will react.
`The truth is that the only person I am angry with is myself. I have
no one else to blame, but most of all I really regret hurting people.'
Not the sort of words you'd expect from a dominatrix.