Dungeon and Dinner
Even a goddess has a birthday, a premiere dominatrix has an official as well as a natural nativity, -- rather like royal personages. So I was in a very benign frame of mind when a thrall of long standing paid me a visit. He was in a frenzy of masochistic excitement both mentally and physically. He was suffering an intense feeling of inadequacy which required an immediate catharsis. As a prelude, I beat his plump buttocks as he squealed and wriggled in that mixture of pleasure and pain, that only a true masochist would understand. Then after many spins on the bondage wheel, he was tightly strapped to the bed, where he witnessed in fantasy a graphic act of cuckoldry. Santino, my chief priest, played his role to perfection, -- his Apollo like appearance, in contrast to the slave's, fulfilled the scenario dramatically.
After descending from his cloud. my slave was accorded the honour of taking me for a dinner celebration at "The Ivy" in Kensington. It is an elegant and tasteful establishment, most appropriate for the occasion. No need to say more, my slave knew my favourite cocktail, a "Peach Bellini", and my taste for pink Champagne to wash down a sumptuous meal. Some ladies on the next table took several photos of us, so all of you, my clients, may see me in the local paper as well as on the website! All in all the day was as pleasurable as it was varied.