I am a London Mistress. Not the adultress type who gets paid to have sex with men. I am more of the kinky dominatrix who puts men in their proper place, beneath my feet. Remind them of their worthless presence in the world of women.

 

My day starts with the usual tributes sent to my London apartment with their calling card, sent by men who want to be my slave or spend a few moments with me. I do not have sex with any of these men. If that’s what they want, I usually return the calling card with the address to the red-light district. If I do like the man, I call him to schedule a meet up, talk about his limits, expectations, what he does for a living. See if he could afford me as his London Mistress. Of course I am aiming for the long term Mistress-slave relationship.

 

Believe it or not, I don’t do it for the money. I came from money. I own a lavish apartment in London. I can afford to live a rather well off lifestyle. However I just love getting gifts from my slaves, holidays in some exotic Asian country or Europe, jewelry, expensive shoes! I love shoes. And my slaves love me in nothing but the best footwear, Louboutins, Gucci, Manolo Blahniks, Jimmy Choos, Louis Vuittons. Nothing but the best for their London Mistress, their queen, their goddess. And they grovel at my feet to try to kiss even the ground I stand on. My slaves would do anything to kiss my toes!

 

I give my slaves a rigorous training. They know best not to disappoint me. I like the occasional naughtiness of my slaves though. It inspires me to get imaginative and let my sadistic creative juices flow. I would always find inspiration in their naughty little actions. No matter where they are around the world, they have to obey me or else. It is easy for me to simply cut them off. Like what I said, I don’t do it for the money.

 

My training would always depend on their limits. However I do try to seduce them into pushing those limits. I love to push my slaves to make me proud. And they crave that pride I feel for them. They would volunteer to try pushing their limits further just to impress their Mistress.

 

I had to pop someone’s slave cherry. It was rather very interesting, honing, molding someone to be a perfect slave from scratch. It’s like making my own toy out of nothing. And he could endure my harshest punishments. I have been constantly pushing his pain threshold. Now I am proud to say he is my pain slut!

 

I do not tolerate jealousy between my slaves. Although I do understand that at times they do get a bit jealous. But demanding more from me… I just had to remind them who is the Mistress here. Men always need to be reminded of their proper place. My usual punishment is cuckolding them. If they cannot take it then leave. It is that simple for me. I have simple rules and I expect my slaves to obey them at all times, with no exemptions.