The scandalous musings of a (spoilt) spankee living in London and a retrospect of the adventures of Baker Street Submissive Escort Charlotte Campbell
I love Saturday afternoons.
This afternoon I'm sitting with Kate watching the boys.
They're all flushed, passionate and unable to control themselves, we can almost feel the heat coming off them. Raw and gritty. We laughed as Ace threw himself inon the floor. All we need now is mud.
Pity its Fifa14.
Dragged to the SU bar last night for "party at yo' moms house" even though the boys graduated and Kate isn't a student they considered it imperative we went.
James and I played beer-pong, novel idea for me since I was terrible at sports in highschool and yes I probably should have been slippered a few times by my teacher. Plus I'm a hard liquor kinda girl.
Regardless of which we lost. I had the only American in the damn bar on my team and I lost. To the cheerleaders. Laugh it up now please or you'll waste your whole appointment howling.
After humiliating me, they took advantage of my drunken state and convinced me to sign up for cheer try outs. Yes Ladies and Gentlemen. Charlotte Campbell will be cheering.
I sulked off outside to cry to Ace about the cheerleaders only to run into a hot blonde German girl. I know, not even my type. But she had tongue and lip piercings. Single most sexy kisses Ive ever gotten from a girl. I am torn between getting my tongue pierced and hunting down a more up for it girl with one. Ace and I tried our best to bring her home to no avail.
Disappointment.com
This morning Ace did it again, the hot sex thing. I know its my own fault for putting myself in that position but once he gets started he is goddamn relentless. In an amazing kind of multiple orgasm kind of way not the pinned down unable to get aw- well actually that good too!
Nothing much is happening today so me and submissive Emma are sitting chatting in the living room. Aren't you boys missing out.
Full on dramatic episode happening this morning. Was late to meet my friend from back in the day at Stringfellows for our Long Jin fix (we're off coffee mornings.. bad for concentration mid afternoon) turns out shes moving to Madrid
Excuses to go there, I'd work but my Spanish is limited to "Diablo 3"
Picked up a Latte for Ace, three sugars even though he texted for two (how strange) and an almond croissant. Received a text saying he meant three while en route to the tube, as if I didn't know.
Almost fell asleep at his watching Angels and Demons (again) and left just as his FIFA14 game made an appearance. What timing.
Turns out James is in town tonight, inconvenienced slightly but he's lovely so I dont mind :)
My carrot stick addiction has just resurfaced.
To be expected when I'm sitting about in a dressing gown all day..
I see Ace half of the week and see loads of you guys the rest of the time.
My vibrator has still ran out.
Brilliant.
Least the picture looks good, if only it was me.
I spent my afternoon in the day spa again today. Exfoliating, saunaing, waxing and massaging all of the relocation stress away. Much better.
And just in time for tonights disgusting perverts.
(Not you Ace, you know I wouldn't dare speak to you in that impertinent manner)
I did have a bit of a laze though.. I watched Angels and Demons before watching Gladiator again, I'm having Rome overload, tried to neutralise it by searching through Florentine hotels but I swear to god I made myself worse.
I swear I almost booked a flight from Pisa to Rome as opposed to back to London.
I guess it means more time away though!
Poor little me :)
Is this how grown ups feel?
Lots of you guys tell me Im extremely mature at the end of our sessions but sometimes I think Ace i going to ID me.
Although he can talk, he's legally 27 but he wants to go to freshers next week..
I've considered myself an adult since I was 17 and had to pay for my own car insurance and phone bill as well as getting myself to work/ sixthform on time. After that London was not a big deal university is just like sixthform without the annoying 'have to stay there' rule and working is much easier than dancing the clubs.
This afternoon Alex and I had lunch at whole foods then picked up a coffee. He went off to South London and I booked a flight to Italy.
Normal.
Rachel thinks its all my free time. Making me think too much.
She thinks I should write erotica. Who does she think I am.. E L James?!
No filthy. I am not here to make a spectacle of myself.
As cultured university student I make it my business to see as much of London that is possible. And they have a exhibition on that I simply must see. The life and death of Pompeii and Hercullem.
Just fueling my obsession a little more.
I have so much free time now that I may as well do something useful with it.. like more Italian classes, yoga classes.. and krav when I can be bothered.
Plan is: British Museum with Alex, probably will have tea with **Ace in Soho later and then hit the National Portrait Gallery before the pub... but only because I love the Damien Hurst that's there.
I stayed at Aces the last couple of days, I don't know if he's taken a seminar or had visions from God, maybe he's just channeling Russell Brand but he sure has upped his game. (Disclaimer: I have never slept with Russell Brand). Since figuring out what he's into I have exploited it to my full advantage to the point where he is already breathing heavily and my pulse is racing before I've even gotten started.
No I wont tell you what I'm doing to him. I'm writing in Yo! Sushi right now and it might be off putting to to other patrons should I start moaning and writhing at my tablet. Nobody needs wasabi there.
But um, after the 3 hour long ordeal I put him through I really should have expected revenge. And didn't he just, four times.
So its official. I am changing my location entirely to Baker Street.
I went down today after Submissive Summer suggested to the lady who runs the apartment that I might work there. She was one of the nicest women I've met.
The apartment us clean and doesn't smell of smoke. Has a lovely double bed with rails around the headboard just perfect to cuff me to as well as plenty of implements to correct my bratty behaviour with as well as a mirrored full length wardrobe so you can see every angle of my squirming and bursting with costumes for me to dress in for you, you know how I love role-playing..
This in addition to everything in my usual toybox so if you fancy a particular vibe or my latex outfits just remember to book in advance so I can bring it down for you.
I hope this is more convenient for you boys (it is for me!) so excited for this new adventure!
I know I'm a submissive and I'm supposed to spend my time begging for mercy, but it really has never had the same appeal as a gag.
My new gag is a horse bit. Anyone whose spoken to me in the last month or so know I am really into Dressage Pony Training right now. I need a plume and some blinkers but I digress.
Pleading is usually only something I do in my typical Poor Little Rich Girl spoiled brat way if I want something. That something is usually material. "Please, please please can I have a teddy bear?!" While Ace and I were in Gloucester last month Pete got into the habit of immediately saying no as we drove by toy shops to save me asking.
Or possibly during our time together if I'm feeling inclined to be a good girl. I find a shirt and tie usually helps "please Sir, don't strip me of my privileges, I can do a better job as Head Girl.. let me try to convince you?"
As always Ace had to take it to the next level.
I stayed at his last night, with the intention of keeping it clean. (I mentioned his friend was staying) I might mention now that in my opinion Ace could be Michaelangelo's David so there was no way I was going to keep my hands off him. Lost from the first. Ace's friend was still staying over so we were trying to be quiet, that's something I'm not. I had to keep digging my nails into his back and biceps in attempts to make him relent. Not sure screaming his name would have been the most appropriate course so I had to settle for purring it in his ear pleading him to slow down so I didn't wake his friend and so I didn't lose my mind.
Did he hell.
I should probably write a bit about Ace's friend.
Lolly, like lollipop. Because she is so cute.
Shes Italian like Ace, shes about the same height as me, maybe a few inches taller and has pretty, brown Bambi eyes. I want to carry her about in a basket.
Actually I plan on dressing her up, in cute, fluffy pink things and taking her into the city for tea, so much fun.
I told her last night but her English is not advanced enough to understand and my Italian does not stretch to "I want to dress you up and show you off to my friends" so Ace translated.
After the Whiskey from the pub and mid-cake, champagne and frilly dresses fantasy I didn't listen to what Ace was saying until I heard: Kamira.
Mistress Kamira has a puppy. She dresses him up and takes him for walks in the woods. She's too pretty to be dragged through the dirt like that.
Silly Ace.
My Zen has been destroyed.
My usual calm piece of mind is gone and I am well and truly unable to think like an adult 50% of the time.
Before my appointment yesterday I lay about in Aces room and harassed him with my Tigger that I picked up on last Saturdays shopping spree. Ace is being extremely productive and applying for graduate jobs. It seems very tedious, I'm not sure where he finds the willpower.. I'm not sure I could.
From that I'm not saying escorting is the easy way out.
I mean other than the actual appointments there's advertising, marketing and web design (luckily I'm doing a PR degree) as well as working out, hair and nails every week to minimise anything that makes me look even slightly mundane. Still can't believe its part of the job but the point is it takes up time. Then obviously phones calls from you guys, various dungeons, various mistresses and the rest of my sub sluts...
Actually. Maybe it is the easy way... I would be doing all of the above even if it wasn't my job.
Written in the stars.
Not going to lie.
More than slightly disappointed.
I thought it was going to be alot more than a few stalls in a pub and its parking bay.
Notable items were:
Sphere Cage- I'd probably fit in comfortably but or £400 I can't justify buying the cage before I've found an apartment. Extra feature is it has a hook on top. I'm thinking cage suspension bondage. It is real because I can picture it.
Gel flogger- in pink and white I thought it was divine and when I was assured it could be worn internally as a tail I nearly kissed the woman. Unicorns or not. Also glows under UV lights, how trendy.
Winged shawls- I tried one on looked pretty but err... not particularly subbie is it. Ace says I look like an "Evil Angel" as I remember from the time I did in a Catholic Sixth Form Lucifer was the only evil angel and he got well and truly punished, maybe Ace is onto something?
My favourite part was Master Alexander. Kid in a sweet shop I tell you.
I caved and bought that horse-bit. Any Pony Trainers out there?!
After the most dreadful 4pm appointment today all I needed was some girl time and some retail therapy. After soaking my poor welted and destroyed bottom in a bath for a half hour I threw one of my LBDs on (Little Black Dresses boys) and took a tube to Oxford Circus. To say I shopped till I dropped was an understatement.
Clad in bags from various shops I staggered in my strappy black sandals back along Oxford Street. Suddenly (yes, here is the fun part) two girls slightly older than me slammed past me pushing me to one side and dragged each other down the road. "She's 13!" One of them screamed over her shoulder. I turned and looked at the guy who had also stopped next to me and was looking dumbfounded at the two girls.
"Disaster.." he said
"If it makes you feel better, they looked older than me" I shrugged back
He raised an eyebrow "and how old are you?"
"12 last month!" I said childishly
He walked me to Oxford Circus station and asked for my number. Well dressed, well spoken and judging from our 15 minutes of conversation from Bond Street well educated. So he got it. Don't judge, Nate and I finished! He picked me up and spun me round kissing me hard. "Whats your name" I said to him. He smiled, smacked my ass and jumped into a nearby cab.
A busker across the road was playing my favourite song. I could get used to this..
I walked down to meet Ace from work. All my guys are lovely but Ace is my best friend too and thats the winning quality after the day I'd had..
This morning at around 8:45 Ace pinned my shoulders to his bed and looked down at me with his so beautiful they're obscene brown eyes and said in a voice dripping with sin:
"You're going to make me late for work"
It was all I could do to take a breath and grin back instead of drawling:
"yes Sir I will"
Ace was an hour late this morning.
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When my brain finally started working I checked my text messages. I only had one "its Scott"
I will only be taking hand spanking for the next few days, no implements (that includes paddles, floggers, riding crops and canes) I know its an inconvenience but I probably wont be working till Tuesday either.
Once again I am highlighting the importance of warming me up before getting into the moderate to severe CP (corporal punishment) I understand that alot of you only see me once but just because you dont need to see the welts and bruising doesn't mean I need to feel the after effects of our session for days after.
Please note: not referring to the lovely reddish glow I achieve in most of my sessions. This looks like something from Django. Not wholly attractive.
Slightly off the point but I think its the height of bad taste to compare other London Submissives (who I do know personally- yes we do talk) to me if I wont offer a particular service.
Just mentioning again I do not offer my services to Sadists.
Very disappointed as this has left my new yoga hotpants utterly redundant.
