Winds of Change.

As its a Sunday that I have off and I seem to be mildly obsessed with my website. I have made a few changes.

But before I go further I am still not smoking. Rather proud of myself.

Just put a note on my contact page reminding you all that my receptionist takes my calls (don´t worry she doesn´t bite!)´and that all my appointments are confirmed by phonecall but I still do all my emails personally if you have any outfit/uniform requests that you´d like.

I am also going to be working on a Thursday now, if you´d like a Mistress to play with us, well you Sir are in luck! I will be playing with Miss Tammy that day. I will still be doing duo with Submissive Emma on Mondays. (call for the details)

I am doing girl girl photoshoots on monday so you can catch a glimpse of us in action! As well as my latex and my maid (not latex haha) outfits.

And I am going to try and make myself run to work tomorrow. Its not far, I only live in Camden!

Grow the fuck up.

Not afraid to name and shame. I am disgusted at the actions of ParisB, outing clients to their wives is wrong and after reading the thread on a forum I frequent I am disgusted.

It's a breach of trust.

Paris, I think you need to say your sorry and take back all the rubbish you came out with as an excuse. Accept responsibly and try to salvage the wreckage you've created and try to build up trust again. At least admit you were wrong.

Sorry for the rant, I need to calm down before the Sunderland Arsenal game this afternoon.

Ps Cheers to adultwork for being so diplomatic.

Welcome back Charlotte!

So it's official, I'm back!

I met Master Alex in Victoria to carry my suitcase for me (who's the submissive again?!) and to get ready for my hurrah I'm back drinks. It was so cold!

Met Ace's friend at Ace's a bit later, he's the one who helped me cover Ace's kitchen in plastic cups of water last summer remember (still funny) and went to the local public house where we proceeded to get wonderful Ace extremely drunk. 

Holly has a new boyfriend, I think we'll call him David. He's lovely and I convinced him to come out for 'a drink' yeah right, as if that happened!

We all rocked home at closing time which I thought was extremely late as in 3/4am, turns out it was 11:45. Oh dear.

Anyway so back at Ace's after the boys had pizza and an argument with the beer delivery bloke it was time to go to sleep. Obviously I haven't seen him for a a week so I thought 'how funny would it be if I tortured him a little bit while his friends here so he can't do anything about it!' What a good idea.

Twenty minutes later and I think he was on the verge of strangling me, there is nothing more attractive than a man tied up and unable to get away from me. Especially if there's no restraints involved. This was the case. 

Ace obviously gave up on self control, decency and decorum and began pressing me down while pushing my legs towards my shoulders. "Ace" I said "stop it your friends here" 

He lent down to me and whispered "you turned me on so you'll fucking take it"

Oh.My.God. I'm not going to be able to concentrate all damn day.

Shame and the City Girl

This morning while I was giving Sir a foot massage we got to talking about public shaming and how he enjoyed humiliating girls in public. 

I'm an open minded kinda girl; I've done sex shows in Amersterdam, Shibari demonstrations in London and in Paris I once got driven through the city in my lingerie, I would say I'm not shy.

Anyway, Sir put this collar on me to wear out for lunch and I so did!

How very good am I!

(Edit: I worked out why I don't feel shame- I was a stripper, DUH!)

And I did totally pull off that collar if I do say so myself! Couldn't do it everyday though... I'm too much of a jewelry girl!

The saucy entry I promised Ace

And it wont be that sort of 'saucy entry' you perverts.

If you could all just remember I began writing this on the plane two days ago but I've been threatening Ace with a saucy post.

And on the flight I got a glimpse of the Captain. That cheered me up and inspired me, although blond Top Gun like guys aren't usually my type. Unless it pleases you Sir...

Lets talk Ace.

Oh Ace. We went to Gaucho in Piccadilly the night before I left. Its my favourite steak house. So yummy, steak obviously with tomato salad and sweet potato fries. And wine. Very, very good wine.

We had the dreaded What-The-Fuck-Are-We-Doing conversation which I hate having with my friends never mind him, anyway we dropped it quickly because I get the feeling he hates it too. Cue more wine.

Quick glass of Argentine sparkling white and a dash back to Islington later I was pretty much ready to curl up in his blankets and go to sleep. I had resolved to stay up all night as not to miss the flight but around half twelve I began to regret that decision.

We did have REALLY good sex that evening though, as in better than usual, literally collapsed kind of good. He's started doing this thing where he gets hold of me so I cant move. As in I'm out of breath, shaking and possibly going blind can't move.
I am notorious for my love of bondage.

Not going to be able to sleep now, isn't that peachy.

Found this online. My birthday is next month which makes me a Pisces. Just saying.
(If you're interested, to save all the clarification emails I will be getting- Ace is a Cancarian not an Aries)

Rage against the artical II (bare with, bare with...)

[May Contain Spoilers]

Please read previous post on utter tripe artical from February 2014 Tatler Magazine before beginning.

Note for non English speakers: utter tripe means bollocks.

As you all know I've been in Portugal (as if I would stop saying that) and therefore haven't been taking bookings- would be horrendously rude since I'm technically on one. But I do love checking my emails, I've had 10 so far concerning my Tatler Bitch Fit: 3 disagreeing and 7 agreeing. Not going to go through them all don't worry.

My favourite one I received today from John (thank you again Sir). John agrees. Not going to go in depth with his email as I have emailed Tatler a will include your (his) responses with theirs.

Obviously got straight on the text to Ace with a copy of the best bits of the email.

Whos that? He asked me.

John who reads my blog, I replied.

(This is why I love Ace)

Oh like, John... Connor? If you haven't heard Ace has been trying to convince me to watch Terminator with him for the last few weeks but alas, to no avail.

 No I said, not John Connor at all... And thus the topic of how interesting poor Johns reply was, was completely lost.

On flight back to London right now. So here I shall insert the obligatory mid-flight, nothing interesting just a sea of clouds but look at me I'm on a plane picture then get on with showing you a few more interesting ones.

There. How lovely. Although I think everyone except Alex has taken a flight in the last six months.

I must point out that although I swanned through the terminal at Faro in my cute cream sweater set with my new brown boots (refer Twitter @subcharlotte for a picture) carrying my Starbucks latte in one hand and my new Osprey bag in the other looking as though I may have stepped out of, dare I say it? Tatler Magazine?

 I had single handedly convinced myself from passport control to please fasten your seatbelts that my pilot is actually Leonard Di Caprio in The Aviator and that although I know a commercial jet (incidentally I think this one is Airbus A320) will be traveling at 837 kilometers per hour without a tailwind which is still less than Hugh's envisioned his commercial airline flying in 2010...Possibly.... Regardless of which, I digress. I had visions of my Leo Di Pilot pushing the engines out like my dad when he thinks I'm getting too confident in one of his planes. I hate the drop feeling, it gives me migraines.

Here is some more quick holiday snaps, I'll publish the better ones to my website in the morning for a proper look if any of you particularly care.

Dear Conrad

Hilton that is. 

I'm in Portugal (The Algarve) for the next few days and having a great time!

Today I was so busy getting flights, getting lost, getting lunch, getting spanked, getting coffee, getting dinner, getting home and getting tired.

Not surprised.

I had a seven(?) course dinner at the Conrad Hilton tonight, no word of lie.

1. Prosecco and these little meatball things with almonds and beetroot

2. White wine (Specially selected by Antonio) and a tomato and lobster palette cleanser

[this is when they brought a bread basket with Portuguese and Hawiian salt and olive oil over]

3. Lobster with celery jelly... I know I know..

4. Biggest glass of red I've ever seen and to quote Dario "it explodes in your mouth!" Carbonara, between Dario and Ace I've heard enough about pasta.

5. Lamb with apple and asparagus/ chicken and black bread.

6. Espresso, I've been awake for coming onto 36 hours... Don't judge me!

7. "predessert" thanks Daniel, I must say utterly hilarious. Billed as strawberries, vanilla ice cream and cream but the cream was magical disappearing cream. I'll find the name.

8. Actual dessert, soufflé! Coffee flavoured with caramel almonds and more ice cream.

So damn full.

But not done.

Finally after asking for the check we were presented with Petit er... Threes?

9.1 Marshmallow with sorbet

9.2 Amaretto and chocolate biscuit 

9.3 Shortbread

In my pretty four poster bed now, poor me!

Self Respect and the submissive

I have been a working girl for two years now.
I have worked in a strip club for six months prior
I have trained in pole dancing for almost seven years (yes really)
I have slept with so many guys (for nothing) that I´ve lost count.

I also consider myself a submissive.

I was reading this artical in last months Tatler Magazine (thats the February issue). Tatler is my favourite magazine because it talks about fashion, Prince Harry, tennis and horse riding, Prince Harry, exotic holidays, Prince Harry, new chefs and restaurants, Prince Harry, British culture and current affairs and not forgetting Prince Harry.
The artical I was reading was dubbed on the cover has:

"SEX: The most highly priced prostitutes in the world. And the man who trains them"

I saw the title and my jaw hit the floor. The man who whats them?! Oh my god its an essay on submissive escorts! Hurrah! Tatler has made it.

Please turn to page 84.

Title of the page, this is how its set out.

"Their careers are short but lucrative.
They are as beautiful as any supermodel with the stamina of an athlete and the skills of a diplomat.
They can earn $10,000 for a nights work.
They are expected to leave their self respect at the bedroom door"

Devastated.

WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG.

And by the way I read the double page spread over and over and never found mention of this "man who trains them". Anyway. Shall we begin with the first one?

Their careers are short but lucrative.
Firstly I am the youngest submissive girl in London (for now) and can I just say its got nothing to do with age, its to do with experience and how you present yourself and conduct your business. The artical implies once your thirty your finished, not true. There are some clients who wont see me back I´m too young and understandably the same age as their daughters which understandably freaks them out. It would freak me out too.

They are as beautiful as any supermodel with the skills of a diplomat and the stamina of an athlete.
Again its rubbish. Although it does help to be pretty. Actually you need to be easy on the eye. Its the point.
(at your leisure please read the "worst picture challenge" on UK Punting. Its harsh but you´ve gotta laugh!)

Also it does help to know what your talking about. Yes girls, other than shoes and Eastenders- men dont give a fuck about your new hair extensions. I´ve noticed alot of working girls, and yes this is the stereotype, we´re brought up on council estates and learnt their manners from The Jeremy Kyle Show.
I swear I once heard a girl answer her phone with "hiya what do you want?"

They can earn $10,000 for one nights work.
No.

They are expected to leave their self respect at the bedroom door.
Sorry, what?
This is what wound me up a bit. I may be a working girl, infact I maybe a submissive working girl but WHAT!

I´d appreciate any comments to this via my email or twitter as when I´ve calmed down I´m sure I´ll write a follow up.

I do have self respect, having no self respect as I shall stress yet again is not in anyway related to this work. In terms of sexual relations having an agreement which may or may not include sex is not lacking in self respect as long as it is Safe, Sane and Consentual. I think a lack of self respect is getting ridiculously drunk and throwing yourself at men or women in a club with no control of your faculties and then sleeping with them.

Neither partner will have personal gain.

Tatler Magazine can fuck right off.

And so can so called "Escort Lauren" because I know anyone who talks about their job exaggerates it to other girls (and she knows other girls would read that) although I do think shes correct about the only girls making $10,000 (probably before the recession if I´m honest) but it will only be Actresses and Models. I always had my suspicions about Victoria´s Secrets.