This weekend

What a weekend boys and girls!

Saturday:
Saturday I spend shopping on Marylebone High Street and getting champagne poured over me by a young Italian gentleman. I like shopping,  champagne and Italians so it's nothing to whine about. In fact considering I had Mexican food for lunch with my receptionist I'd say it was a perfect day.

As usual,  I slipped up on my evening. I attended a House Party. I usually hate House Parties.  I can't see anything whatsoever appealing about being trapped in an enclosed space with 20 other people who are all loud, sweaty and drunk. (Snob alert). It was fun although I don't recall much except burning a shirt that I hate which belongs to Alex on the bbq in protest of its existence and agreeing to find some food with Ace shortly before leaving.

Sunday:
Obviously I took the day off. Nothing really happened till the evening when Holly called and announced I was going to The Royal Albert Hall to see The Proms (Lest We Forget) it was amazing even though we left early but how could I possibly sit through an orchestral piece which was missing the harpsichordist?! Yeah. Thought not.

So Holly, Alex and I wandered through Kensington up to Knightsbridge pausing to window shop and sip out lattes in a suitably self important manner before jumping in cabs to our respective destinations.

Civilised Sunday.

Girl on Girl

Today was one of my good days.

I was invited spontaneously to The Renaissance hotel at Kings Cross for lunch with a wonderful couple. Lunch was wonderful but I was itching to get upstairs.

"oh the rooms kinda small" He said about the medium sized room ("what to they get up to?!" I thought, there was of course a well sized bed in the middle of the room which is of course where I prefer all my gymnastics to take place- not that I'm opposed to a few carpet burns here and there...)

Anyway. She was stunning. Disgustingly so. Blonde, bite-me lips amazing tits (huge by the way) and about a size 12. She promptly excused herself to pop in the bathroom. While I was waiting with Him I slipped my new French Connection dress off and got started.

By the time she came back I was in full swing (excuse me) there was fingers, there was tongues and I had also brought my favourite strap-on only made better when I found out it was her first time to use one.

What a perfect two hours.

Delicious.


PS. Speaking of girls- Emma and I have a surprise for you, watch this space...

My new photographs and other whore related dilemmas...

As you've all been aware of, for about 3 months I wanted to create a catalogue showing off all my wonderful uniforms and costumes.

It occurred to me recently that why bang on about having the most diverse,  creative and extensive collection of gear in London if you never get to see it. I haven't met one bloke who's come to visit me and wanted to go through the wardrobe.

Now they have they're own page on my website.

www.londonsubmissivecharlotte.com/uniforms

And it's by no means done. I am actually only 25% of the way through so keep an eye out for updates.

I keep my website updated more regularly than any of my friends in the submissive service industry because I am constantly buying more playthings and as a young 21 year old my face is still maturing (as those regulars from the last amazing 2 and a half years of my career know!) Which costs a lot of time but... isn't that part of the experience?  Checking your chosen girls gallery and fantasising about her before calling to make your appointment for that session you've been waiting months for.

I hope you all realise these last photos have became the beginning of upping my game if it wasn't up far enough- watch this space.

Unique photo attachment- enjoy my new lab coat Sir. I'm sure I screwed up my paperwork somehow...