Knowing how to take control was a learning curve …

When I started as a curvy domme in London , I had all the desire – and not many of the skills. Dressed in black latex and heeled leather boots, I would teeter around the dungeon, copying the manner of other dominatrices. Cue a lot of half-hearted shouting at my submissive dates! I was uncomfortable trying to be “scary”, yet hoped this was the correct thing that submissive men wanted from a mistress.

The problem was, I was playing a role – not being myself. I believed I had to mask my naturally soft voice, nurturing personality, and warm smile, to be a “tough” dominatrix. All I ended up doing was suppressing my favourite and therefore most erotic parts of my womanhood. I was out of touch with my natural, sensual, feminine power.

It took introspection to become an authentic domme. I came to admire the weight of my natural curves in the mirror; how rich fabrics clung to every inch of my deep cleavage. Going deeper, I came to value how my softly spoken voice could hold a conversation with its intelligent directness. How my warm smile and gentle manner could calm anxieties, before turning playful, or even deliciously controlling. How my tender touch could be just the thing to melt a man, as I played with his body …

These are the things I was thinking about, on a wonderful extended evening at Lanes of London. I didn’t posture, trying to be someone I wasn’t. I reclined confidently yet demurely, my legs crossed in their long black boots, with an assured glimmer in my lash-framed eyes. I directed the flow of our conversation, starting with shared interests such as books and films (I now have great recommendations for biopics!), and flowing into what we both really wanted.

Our mutual desires alight, we headed back to our room … I instructed – “lie down while I get dressed”. I commanded – “open your eyes. Get on your knees. Rub my feet. You’re going to suck my toes. Good. Now, come closer to suck here, too … ” I tapped into my real self, and I just knew that it was time for me to touch him down there. To slide a finger in. To take loving control. Whatever I chose through the night, it was my pleasure to sit back, watch, and smile, as he came to ecstasy – all under my sweet command …

Want to know what it feels like to submit to a curvy domme in London? You know where to contact me.

Cleo x