Dream Come True

I have my own spanking room. Or punishment room. Or whatever.

Not only is it almost completely sound proofed but I can fit a mirror, spanking bench chair and all 61 of my implements (Yeah.. I did just go count them)

all I need now is a St Andrews Cross and something to hang them up on and I'm all set!!

Watch this space !

No excuses

Not this time, I have been a very bad girl and I am in a lot of trouble. Having finally out slutted Soho and ran out of men to toy with in my usual haunt my partner in crime and I ventured further out into the depths of.. Islington.

As usual I was titties deep in tequila and disaster when a lovely young man suggested we went for "drinks" at his house round the corner in Old Street.

That is how I found myself getting fucked against a floor to ceiling glass window overlooking The City at 2am on Sunday morning. What I didn't expect was for him to take a second to stop pulling my hair and spank my bottom really hard. That really stung. That's also how I have a hand print sneaking out of where my tiny panties should be...

Wish you were here...

Literally.. Eleven days with no fucking is much too long. I am getting delirious and all but broke my Doxy when I arrived back in England from my trip to Italy.

Just like the first day of school after the summer, I have been gagging to get back to the "grind" if you will. Speaking of back to school, I have once again been to John Lewis sourcing the new seasons white socks and picking ties in new colours for all your most secret role plays as well as ordering in a selection of new toys straight from America to spicy up my already spicy fantasy room.

"But Charlotte! You already have everything, what could you possibly be collecting now?!"

Did someone say spoiled?

The cherry on top is my new wooden spoon from Chianti just outside of Florence, perfect for all those gentlemen in need of straightening out before the summer ends...

The "Date" (That was not to be)

Actually it was a blind date. It was the first one I've ever done and I sincerely think the last.

Since I am your average paranoid safety orientated London floozy I suggested we met in a bar. Where my friends work. So they could observe the fun and games. I rocked up to aforementioned pub near Charing Cross Road ten minutes early to brief the girls on the supposedly gorgeous Italian man I was about to meet. So mid gossip I receive this.

Bad start.

Then in front of an entire pub he almost gave me a hickey. a Love Bite. On me. (My friends were behind the bar howling. Utterly in tears) This man was very very handsome but had no idea whatsoever how to get a girl into bed and lets be honest. I'm easy it doesn't take much but lapping at my face like a dog is one of the ways not to.

I was wearing my new Harley Davidson tight as fuck, tits up to my chin shirt that one of my lovely guests got me and my skinny-may-as-well-be-skin jeans. Which he tried to shove his hand down. Leigh (my friend) spilled the pint she was pouring it was so hilarious. I don't know how many of you guys have tried to slip your hand down some tight jeans but it is uncomfortable and not to mention  we were sitting in the window!

It gets even better. When I suggested we might not create a Amsterdam Red Light District window in Central London he invited me to a place he knows in St James Park. Just down the road.

He meant IN the St James Park. Not an establishment in the area. In the park.

It was at this point I slunk back to soho to my usual haunt to give up forever on blind dates. I'll sit to phonecalls from you guys from now on!

Finished.

What is going on in Northern Europe?

I mean other than me being ridiculously gifted when it comes to snowboarding, just call me Princess Elsa. 

Well not much as far as your men are concerned Scandinavia. I maneuvered myself into the barren tundra of Lap Land for the entirety of last week and I swear to you the boys were actually scared of the girls, pity they are so blond with well structured cheekbones and.. It makes sense to me now how the beautiful elf-like waif of a girl I was staying with had been a virgin up until 3 months ago and it was not out of choice.

Somehow between leaving London and getting back to Finland she has racked up an incredible number of sexters and tinderers yet still pines for her handsome Portuguese ex boyfriend. 

I do understand one of my current team of gentlemen is Portuguese and he has the stamina of a race horse.

a note on job interviews.

A friend of mine from university text me this morning saying she had an interview to be a PA at a fashion media company. I replied suggesting she did whatever it took to get the job and attached this picture. Her reply was:

"NOT HELPFUL"

I thought it was very helpful advise.

Before I began full time debauchery I worked in soho at a PR company where would you believe it they actually encouraged the "sexy secretary" look (although we actually only had one receptionist and he was called Phil) so I guess it was for compensation.

I'm not sure if relevant that I was absolutely fantastic at doing my job but utterly abysmal at meeting my deadlines... but that s the reason I decided to quit... this kind of PR is more fun anyway!

"How sub are you?"

Or otherwise entitled "How to never meet me"

I get this question a lot and I don't understand why... it is outlined quite clearly on my website and I have a number of reviews detailing unspeakable acts of debauchery that I took part in with vigor. Submission for me is pleasing your (current) Dominant in which ever way that might be... so although I can't answer the question without meeting you and knowing your specific requirements Sir, in the interest of pleasing... let me give me a try.



I am so submissive that I manage to get tied in knots.

I am so submissive that I seem to always get into trouble

Therefore

I am so submissive that I get spanked

I am so submissive that I get scolded

I am so submissive that I can follow instructions... sometimes!

I am so submissive that I will kneel on the floor without question

I am so submissive that I will not answer back

I am so submissive that I will accept your authority without question... unless its too easy!

I am so submissive that I will dress up to please you