Baker Street

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!

Pleading

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.

Lolly

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.

Zen

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.

London Fetish Fair

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?!

The rough with the smooth

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"

Sorry guys. (Another telling off)

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.