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...

Anal Virginity (lost)

I thought I had done everything with a girl.

Kissing, holding hands and touching as well as tying up, gagging and pouring hot wax and champagne over her. Yes that happened. Yes it went well. No we are not still together.

Emma (the most recent Gal-Pal of mine) was not someone I expected to be any of my firsts. I have been a lot of her's- no word of lie she was straight till she met me, ruined. I digress, I got a call last week regarding a double trouble appointment for one of our regular gentlemen. I jump at the chance to have a threesome so this occasion was no different.

Of course he (as any gentleman would) only mentioned he wanted me to use a strap on, on Emma when he arrived. That was a lovely surprise! I wasted no time texting Ace.

"Ace! Ace! Ace! I'm about to do anal on a girl for the first time ever!"

[reply a few seconds later]

"Only you could send me that right before I go into a meeting..."

Excellent timing if I do say so my self.

Emma (who is routinely bent over) said I did rather well.

What happened in the session? I never kiss and tell...

Talk Nerdy To Me

"I am in control of you! Uh! ugh... I'm going to come...!"

Said Hollys boyfriend to her not so long ago. Alex and I laughed. And laughed. Then laughed a bit more.

My friends insist on illustrating their intimate encounters with the audio to go with it. Holly (who by the way has given up all dominant thoughts in favour of submissive) has always been good at telling stories. I on the other hand am unable to make any talking sound even remotely sexy unless my dulcet tones are uttered in the throws of passion/ over excitement of getting a new toy/ implement/ obscene torture device.

I did some listening to some "audio erotica" on adultwork and my god is it abysmal. I wasn't turned on I was in fact actually horrified that I have an appointment in an hour and had to go fetch my biggest vibrators in an attempt to rectify the situation. Which it did.

But you just don't understand. I'd much rather listen to a bloke chatting on about university level math or the finer points of stock broking to get me going. Might be weird but it's better than a load of pornstar style natter...

...not that I despise pornstar filth at all!

Clit-Clips

I know what you're thinking.

"Charlotte, what the fuck is that?!"

My exact sentiment when a lovely regular of mine dropped a quick email to say he was popping in on Saturday and he would be bringing one.

Please see the photo regarding the appearance of a Clit-Clip, this one has a pretty bead thing going on. This did make me feel a bit better when Sir explained to me how he was going to tie me up, go at me with a remote control vibrator and clip everything he could. He did. 

So, of course I Googled Searched Clit-Clip after he left. And have ordered about 10. 

I wont lie to all, it was my first time with a Clit-Clip yesterday and I had spend half the week debating whether or not to do it and I am so pleased I did! Its not often I get to do things for the first time but when I do get to I get ridiculously over excited.

How much sex is enough?

I have sex everyday.

Usually once with Ace (or more on my days off) and possibly a few times during the day with you Slimy Buggers.

Literally, at one point about two years ago when I was first beginning to dabble in the BDSM side of the adult industry I convinced myself I had some sort of huge disorder. WRONG. It was a dumb ex boyf paired with too much porn.

And basically not enough sex.

I digress from my point of matter: I was reading CosmopolitainBODY. For all the men its Cosmo magazine but focused on health and fitness considering about 64% of adults in the UK are overweight (by the way that figure goes up if you limit it just to the North East... yikes!). The article I was reading entitled: How Much Sex Is Enough also has lots of figures. The most fun ones being:

Having 100 orgasms a year can increase life expectancy by 3-8 years 
(vague and stupid. I think I've had 100 orgasms this month, therefore does the figure go up? I thought not.)

Men have the most sex when they're 29 years old
Incorrect, as all my regulars and any bloke browsing my website reading this will know, as well as Ace who is 27. This is obviously a statistic thought up by a deluded, married woman in her late 30's. Probably overweight.

But please a drum roll for the best stat Cosmo has to offer us girls.

Have sex everyday if you want to get pregnant.
NO WAY.

Stop the press...

Cancel my appointments....

You heard it here first ladies and gentlemen.