Ramble.

Repsyching myself for yoga, I want to up my days to three times a week.

And take the 7-8:30 class so I can start seeing you guys at 9:30 (see how I did that)

I am rambling because I have a big secret. Like really big. As in mind blowing. But I can't tell anyone untill the friday after next.

Its going to be saucy.

Much like how I looked in that military tunic yesturday. Comically dominant, sexy enough to distract your attention and definitely worth the wait after all. And incase you're wondering it was a seductive interrogation scene and I rock at them.

For a submissive if you please Sir.

Speaking of pleasing Sir.

I've had some REAL fun this week.

Mr Tickles likes to be tickled, turns out thanks to my nails Im rather good at it and paired with maid outfit and a feather duster I aint half bad.

This I need to thank D for so thank you Doctor D! This lucky bitch got a PVC nurse tunic as well as a spec and gag. The prognosis isn't good, it looks like we'll need to keep you here tonight...

And Ace is back from Milan. Coincidentally the wonderful black leather and... blue suade... appliquèd... fitted blindfold (yes I am breathing heavilly) magically appeared on his night stand. If only he didnt have a job to go to.

Is there such thing as bad feminism?

I actually got told off by Ace a few days about not blogging for a few weeks. Jeez....

So stop everything and listen to me.

That mean putting your wine down.

Closing UkPunting.

Pausing NetFlix (yes I know you'll all be reading this around 9pm tonight when Game of Thrones is on but bear with me. Emilia Clarke can wait too. But not for long, shes hot.)

I did a duo last week. Unusually it wasn't with Submissive Emma or Mistress Tammy who are my all time favourite duo partners, especially Emma. We actually bicker like petulant school girls turning your fantasy roleplay into fantasy real play. Who knew.

Anyway, so me and Blonde Escort had a cup of tea after the booking (I recommend the TeaPigs Green Moroccan tea... minus the Moroccan style sugar overload...) she goes to me.

"Char, are you a feminist?" I laughed. I don't think I am really. I mean, I enjoy letting men push me about and tell me I'm a bad girl, not particularly pro women is it? So we began talking about why I wasn't.

I hate escorts who think they are feminists. Baby Campbell is feminist. She hardly shaves her lets because her girlfriend doesn't care and (Quote) ""why should [she] conform to society i.e. male standards" as well as lots of other things such as not allowing me to say slag in front of her as it demeans women even though I tend to be referring to men when I use it and mostly in an ironic sense.

Thats a feminist.

Not the 10 odd escorts I know who are a feminist because "why should I listen to what anybody but I says and way, innit doe" blatantly not a clue what they're talking about. And even  more lost when I ask if they're read any Angela Carter, Carol Ann Duffy or Margaret Atwood.  (Who's that? a band?)

No Blonde Escort was the real deal. I'm pretty sure she had chained her self to the railings in the 20's for womens right and starved herself to death for Suffrage. Of course in a past life, shes only 23. She has a bone to pick with me.

"Charlotte, the thing is I noticed when I was going down on you that you wax..."

Curveball.

"Blonde Escort, I noticed when I was going down on you that you don't."

And she didn't. I know she was blonde but that is obviously not natural from what I've seen. So she went on (Proudly I might add) to tell me how she's never shaved, not even trimmed.

Why? Get this. I'm going to do bullet points since I havent listed for ages.

• Misogynistic.  I'm not sure I fully understand this one. Not even going there.
• Advocating pornography. Hang on. You're a whore. The only difference between you can Porn Girls is that they have a camera in the room while they do the service and usually charge a few extra hundred. Its not. Advocating porn, I'd must rather watch a video where she was all clean and tidy rather than him hunting about in there for it like Gollum going after the ring. Not sexy.
• Infantilising Myself. What? Just WHAT? I'm 21. To Ace, Kate and half the blokes at the pub I am an infant (but only because like they're like super old. OMG like basically thirty) and while we're on the subject Ace has never once complained how I ma bereft of bush. Neither have any of you.

maybe I'll get a wig to go "there" or something, so I can please the feminists?

Afternote for any UkP members who are reading this.

I had a google of misogyny while I was writing this so I could keep on track with Blonde Escort. A word I thought you might like is: Misandry. Which basically means the hatred of men.

I thought it might be useful when describing certain members of the industry.

Just annoys me a bit when you use phrases like (in regards to how WGs feel about you all) "holds us in contempt" it isn't really relevant as it seems one who can do the "holding" must be one in a position of higher power. Such as a judge or police officer... not a prostitute...

Armed Forces Discount

Guys please.

I've had 4 emails this week asking specifically for an Armed Forces Discount. 

I support the Armed Forces extensively and will help aiding the cause but boys... Be careful what you wish for...

Spanking Saturday

After a lie in (9am?!) and an episode of Boardwalk Empire- if you interested I'm on season two and its really really good, a definite must watch! As well as having to actually deal with the fact Ace might be moving abroad for work (I know... It's heartbreaking) I decided to pop into my all time favorite department store to check out luggage for my trip to Florence I'm planning at the end of April.

Who should I run I to? But Nate (you remember him from this time last year, incase you don't he's a porn star I worked with for a while and it didn't end amiably..) anyway it amazing what Champagne and oysters can fix especially from The Selfriges Food Court. 

As I'm not a big drinker, until 7pm anyway I thought a coffee may be in order and hit up Antonio's coffee shop in Marylebone. No silly it's not called Antonio's. But they do a very decent latte, one even Ace couldn't complain about. Since then I've been sitting whatsapping (is that a verb?) to Warren an old friend of mine from finishing school who is taking me to an unexplored dungeon (and for dinner) next Saturday evening in the city.

Oh I am so exciting, not often I get to run amok in my panties in a soundproofed room filled with whips and chains. It's a big different going from working in a hardcore playroom with suspension equipment and cages to a more domestic setting. Not that I hate working in Marylebone you understand, indeed I love it but obviously a love in the less locked in a dark room kind of way.

Watch this space.

Whoremaggedon

Is what my friend told me when I told him I would be late for our breakfast meeting due to a stocking crisis. 

It brightened up what would have been a dull Tuesday morning. Not that dear Ace didn't brighten it up..

We went to our local cafe for a tea before I disappeared off for a day of dubauchery and after looking very thoughtfully into his cup said to me perfectly seriously:

"Char, you know when you walk sheep?" 

I lost complete control of my faculties. Another utterly hilarious and perfectly innocent statement from Ace.

He meant heard (sp?) not walked, as in with a sheepdog. Incidentally.

But yes Tuesday is looking up! And it's only 10:30...

The assertion of Dominance and willingness to submit in Andrew Lloyd Webber's Phantom of the Opera, regarding in particular the similarities between Le Opera Populaire and Casa Sub Charlotte.

Forward.

This essay has been a long time coming, my twitter followers (@subcharlotte) are always hearing my bitching on the subject. I am a long time Gerard Butler fan and I'm not going to lie most of my observations are based on the 2004 film rather than Webber's original musical but they're very similar and I saw the show for the first time last night.

Dedication.

I also dedicate this piece of writing to my personal Lord and Viscount De Chagny- Master Alex.

Discussion.

I think we should start with the most obvious point suggesting the relationship between Christine Daae and The Phantom is D/s, she calls him master.

"Enter at last Master" (Angel of Music) 

Blatantly really, we could also take that literally from the name of that particular song Angel of Music as he is referring to himself as a higher being than her which I  find is more common in Mistresses who insist on referring to themselves as goddesses. Indeed his self styled persona as: The Opera Ghost or Phantom also suggests that he considers himself on a higher (different?) plane to the mere actors, musicians and producers at "his opera house"

Really don't think I need to write this part but how many spanks would I get (hypothetically) if I didn't call you Sir, Sir?

It might be far fetched but is it just me who notices Christine is alway in pale colours? Ballet white robe, white dress... I think she wears a gold one with rice colours for Think Of Me in the stage production but wears er.. White in the film. Now if my English teacher didn't lie to me I could swear white connotes innocence, purity... Goodness? Therefore obedience an compliance? 

While we're here how many of you dress my up in my school uniform which has a white shirt and suggests all the above things? Sir I think you just got analysed... If it should *cough* please you...

Her best outfit is when she's in the chorus rehearsing for Hannibal in a bra and some panties with strong coming of them and actual cuffs and chains. No hidden meaning there. Although one could assume the cuffs are symbolic to her treacher... 

Just like most of you Phantom is always sloping about in a damn sharp suit. Point made.

Seems like another point but you guys always have me kneeling on the floor. Webber couldn't exactly ask his Christine to kneel, much too explicit for a musical. (although I think the more erotic would have gotten much more men to volunteer to go instead of being forced by their sub-in-the-closet other halves) Phantom is alway on a higher part of the stage than Christine. Constantly. Watch it and you'll see what mean which is ironic I think as he lives in the bowels of the theatre.

I find this ironic because he lives in a dungeon. I like dungeons. I spend 18 months working in one. I love the whole thing about them and lucky lucky Charlotte is going to one next month with some of the boys from The Academy. Yeah it's irrelevant to this and what my tutor would call "waffle" but yay anyway! 

In conclusion I think that whatever relationship that was going on with Andrew Lloyd Webber and Sarah Brightman must have been so much fun if he managed to pull out a musical with this must tension in it.

Reference. Or not.

 As an after note Gaston sweetheart, I read the translation and the original novel in French (that was a chore for a 14 year old) and the story is different so no copywriter infringement.

Wayward Wednesday.

You all know because I haven't stopped going on about it.

I was 21 on Wednesday.

Since it was such a special occasion I rounded up the gang and dressed them up in finery and ordered them to meet me at a different restaurant to the ones I usually go to. Lets be honest, I'm a Gaucho's kinda girl- that or I go for Italian. Namely Carluccio's. No since it was so super special and I had been making a big deal of it I decided Galvin at Windows was the best option to go for.

French cuisine and right on top of the Parklane Hilton with views across Kensington and Westminster. I was fully in my element as was Ace and Alex (respectively sat on my right and left like good boys) James, my sister, Baby Campbell and my sisters girlfriend were not.

James was going on like Jack Dawson in Titanic..
"Which knife do I use?!"
I did laugh a bit, we all know its from the outside in. I don't think he'd ever came across a fish knife before. Poor man. At least he scrubbed up well. James has the perfect proportions for a suit except his neck which is slightly thicker than most. A body builder did you say? No... A racing driver? Don't be so silly... He works in advertising!

Baby Campbell and her girlfriend sat opposite me next to James, this was cleverly engineered by me so I could keep and eye on the three of them. I was extremely surprised that she ate the leek she was given. Father Campbell would have been proud. Her girlfriend I was rather impressed with as this is the first time I was meeting her and had almost expected her to hide in the corner and not join in like the last one but I couldn't have been more wrong. Within minutes she was cracking jokes at James' expense. Good girl.

Alex looked amazing. Alex had a handkerchief in his pocket which looked excellent (he got the new suit especially) he got me "Why men marry Bitches" its a self help book about how to be a bitch. I do Domme sessions, I think that's enough haha!

And Ace, Italian men always seem to outdo every other man in the room when it comes to suits, in fact fashion in general (he asked me if I thought him common this morning!!) I always find they seem to be drunk on prosecco and poise all at once. Of course there is a huge difference between Italian and traditional Saville Row suits. Firstly because the British ones use slight cuts and stiffer fabric to make up for any difference in shape or build where as Italian one are designed with a slimmer lapel and require an more Adonis-esque physique, something I find looks excellent on Ace.