Many of my clients, who read the blogs about my trips to the U.S.A, with special regard to my stay in Florida and my tour of the Rockies, or about my recent filming in the Highlands, have respectfully asked what I do in London when I am not presiding over my Temple of Pleasures and Pains in Fulham. Well indeed! That would be telling, but a Goddess cannot spend all the time in her Dungeon, even to give rewards to her loyal retinue of slaves.
To give an example, I am often invited to those illustrious clubs of Saint James ‘s or Pall Mall, where the great and the good gather. There I am wined and dined by my most favoured and faithful thralls. The elegant architecture and ambience, they tell me, is a backdrop for a lady of my feminine presence. Of course they really mean, (in part at least), sexiness, and I always indulge them by wearing a figure hugging dress to show off my curves, but always “in the best possible taste” as they say. My gentlemen often take me to Knightsbridge or Mayfair for a little shopping, as I am, as they know, at heart a “Chanel” girl. There is no need for me to say that my thralls get a real kick by being seen with a Diva, and, as I have remarked before, many of the most powerful men in politics, law, and administration feel the irresistible urge to submit to a Dominatrix of strong character and intellect.
This is one aspect of my varied life in London, although we Premier Doms are international in our operations, not least in the U.S.A, to judge from my computer’s inbox.