Charlottes Fantasy Playroom Makeover!

Every girl should have the playroom of her dreams. Now I'm halfway there

Turns out I bought so much kit there was nowhere to put it. Newest additions to the collection are this wonderful stand-in-Sybian until my one is replaced and my magical new toy which shall remain nameless until it's delivery from America oh yes.

I have a new Hitachi wand. And I found out how to use it on all of you lovely men and of course the classic way for all you women.

I got a beautiful ruler from #MrMark as a present and couldn't contain my excitement and the new line of Giles Deacon percussive implements. I bought the lot for my naughty corner...

I have a new tv for all my dirty film's and a new sound system on the way as of tomorrow with new music... And to be quite honest I didn't think I needed an updated playlist until I found myself performing a torrid oral act upon a wonderful gentlemen to Rossini's William Tell Overture.

It sounds like a movie.

I have a wall covered in mirrors and a proper school desk complete with blackboard and school chair.

As always my spanking bench is still hanging about but please keep you're eyes open for all my other additions. I wanted to unveil all the fuckery at once but everything traveling from The States has been delayed by this Black Friday malarkey...

Who do you have to screw to get a wall restraint around here?!

Not So Submissive Charlotte

A few days ago I got an email asking if I could wrestle and if so do I think I could pin a man down.

Yes Sir! I replied hoping I wasn't (or was) talking to Tony Stark. On reflection I thought better of it, I'm 155cms tall not particularly muscular and lets be honest. I am Submissive Charlotte.

That evening I took myself off for a martial arts class. I did rather well and got asked to have dinner after by the Sensei which I did. He was very nice but insanely dull and "enlightened" whatever that means...

So this morning I chose to skip the gym and have scrambled eggs with salmon and kale for breakfast (YUM) but unfortunately I am an  impulsive girl and this has become the norm as opposed to a treat. Plus I get up just before 6am and I have loads of time before Yoga!

Anyway, I digress...

Sir arrived exactly on time and much to my dismay wasn't Tony Stark (You're much better looking Sir!). After all had been sorted I asked how he thought a good way to go about beginning a wrestling match was, obviously I have no ring in my apartment. He suggested we simply jump to. We did. Turned out I am really good at it. Sir couldn't get up at all!

Rather humiliating for him I must say, a grown man pinned down by a girl leaving himself fully exposed?

Now really.


And yes. That is me in my wrestling mask. Not bought for the occasion (obviously as thats a shot from my last shoot) but I knew it would come in useful some day. 

I wasn't joking when I say I have everything Sir...

ABDL - Charlottes first encounter!

A few weeks ago my friend put on a documentary (unsurprisingly by channel 4) focused on Adult Babies and Diaper Lovers.

No idea what that is?  Read the sentence again because that's basically the it! Anyway I posted this shortly after on twitter and ever since I have been inundated with enquiries for the service.

Well I did it.

I got some diapers ordered and hit up the chemist and by this morning I was sorted!

Sir arrived and explained what he was after... For a nerve racking moment I thought he was going to dress me up!

"Don't worry Charlotte" he said "that's for next time..."

The role play was the Strict Aunty and the naughty boy next door she was babysitting.  I think I pulled it off rather convincingly and I even managing to administer a firm enough over the knee spanking!

Sir left with a smile on his face so that's got to be a winner!

Killing Kittens

Somehow I managed to get into a Penthouse Party the other day.

Rather than being just as exclusive as Hedonism Kittens Parties the Penthouse takes forever to get an invite. I got a recommendation.  Luckily.

So have you seen that Belle de Jour episode,  the Billie Piper one? Hopefully not and if so good because it's nothing like that.

Poor Billie was (not even shagged) about a tacky house with a chick covered in balloons and someone with a stupid feather. Kittens is much nicer, lots of champagne,  lots of girls and all the boys have to do what they're told- that's why this club is so special.

So Charlotte's reasons why there's no better club than Killing Kittens.

3. Girls
All the girls are attractive it's a prerequisite for your application and they just blatantly will be refused membership.  It's harsh, girls seem to take it better than boys too. Strangely.

2. Men
One of the only rules are that men cannot approach women, women are to a approach men (Killing Kittens- get it get it!) Which makes it easier to see which friends I can't take because of compulsive sleazing after a drink or two!

1. Masks
Alot of couples go and a few of the women don't work, simply breezing through life and jetting around the world to find the next months Masks. Masks stay on till midnight and they come off if you like. Some of the masks are unreal.

Attending this party made me want to explore my exhibitionist side a bit more. Please keep your eyes on this space Sir...

Give a girl a bone.

Puppy play.

This is one of my favourite things to do.

Absolutely.

Which girl doesn't like being stroked and petted?

Anyway, so I got the email inquiring as to whether I'd be interested in playing, oh yes Sir I really would! Possibly seeming too eager in my reply to organise as soon as possible (a girl has got to have her fun!)

After replying I ran into my play room threw open the cupboard and starting raking through all the toys I have in there in a strangely puppy-like manner anyway.

No luck.

I just couldn't find my puppy toys anywhere! I only came across my heavy leather collars and leads which I do love but I had the CUTEST pink spikey pup collar that has vapourised.

Ok plan B. Please remember that I had almost embarrassingly made this appointment for the evening and although I wasn't sure Sir would be particularly bothered about the missing toys I was not going to have the opportunity ruined.

An hour later I was scurrying down Edgeware Road to where Google told me the nearest pet shop was. It was so fun!  Scampering all over the place I collected a few fun brightly coloured toys that were (all natural) easy to pick up with my teeth. Except the tennis balls.. but you've got to be punished for something right?

Pet Shop Girl awww these are so cute!! You must have a girl puppy?
Charlotte You have no idea
Pet Shop Girl oh that's the sweetest!  Which breed is she! Oh you should have brought here its so dog friendly round here!
Charlotte Dog friendly you say..?

The wheels in my head have been turning since I heard that.

Walkies anyone?

Dinner Dates.

Some of the most fabulous evenings out I have ever had have been the prequel to wonderful (naughty) nights in.

One of my favourites was sitting in a bar of The Dorchester wearing nipple clamps under my dress while I tried different cocktails.

Another time I went cliché all the way and played remote control vibrators in Gaucho. It almost fell out, talk about a moment of panic!

The most humiliating time was wearing a tight white dress, fuck-me heels and a collar to Bincho. I'm pretty sure they wanted us to leave as soon as we arrived. As we left Sir "spilt" his whisky all over me and made me walk back to Marylebone with a see through dress on. Oops!

This evening I had a date and as wonderful as it was I'm afraid it'll be the last one.  So thank you to everyone I've had a fun time with and sorry to those who didn't get a chance!

I always prefer to skip to dessert anyway!

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.