Life is too short not to move to London and become a full-time Dominatrix

Written 6 September 2026

Life is too short not to move to London and become a full-time Dominatrix.

It has been a long time coming and a very long time in planning and logistics, but I am officially, if not traditionally, going to settle down in London town. Please forgive the corny use of London town.

For those of you who know me well, or have watched me from afar, you will know that I have always juggled a full-time job with lifestyle D/s play and, here and there, offering professional sessions as a Dominatrix. Just before and after Covid I had an opportunity to work part time in Manchester and sometimes London, but I would often disappear for weeks or months at a time, not off the scene, but completely out of the country and off the continent, as per my normal job and the multi-continent living arrangements I had at the time.

This has meant I have had one of the most exciting lives and travelled more than almost anyone I know, and it made it really difficult to hold down anything other than personal dynamics. In fact it was pretty much impossible. There are three long-term submissives I have kept over the last fifteen years: one from fifteen years ago, one at around eight to ten years, and one more recent, and I have kept them going because they developed into personal dynamics built off client and Mistress arrangements.

While that has quenched my thirst for many years and made it possible to have my outlet fulfilled, I have never really been able to offer, or experience, what it is like to be a full-time Dominatrix, or even just a Dominatrix located in one city. And this is the flipside of all that excitement and freedom and unusual travel-based lifestyle I have had for the last fifteen years: the trade-off is the lack of new dynamics, the inability to foster anything beyond personal-only dynamics, and, from a business perspective, a completely impossible task in trying to build a name for myself and become established in the UK, because I was hardly ever here from one year to the next.

So what has changed?

Too many things to mention, and some of them are too personal to share in a blog, but let us just say that life has a way of hearing your innermost thoughts and fears and sometimes serving up what you really want on a platter, whether you are ready for it or not. Take that as you will. The result is that I am moving to London as of this September, and I will be welcoming you into my own private play space: a sanctuary of heavy rubber, latex encasement, and the equipment and toys I have not had regular access to throughout my travels and was determined to incorporate the moment I had a space of my own.

That is partly about catering to my personal desires and my favourite things to play with, and partly about setting my sessions and my space apart from the amazing spaces around the UK and in Europe. There is no point competing with those: they are fantastic, they are well equipped, well thought out, well planned and well established, with incredible Mistresses creating and working from them. So rather than trying to compete, I decided to make mine highly curated rather than comprehensive.

Walk into almost any dungeon and you will find the same wall, cluttered with every impact toy ever made, every whip, every mask, every single thing, and it is largely the same equipment you saw in the last place and will see in the next. Mine is not going to be that. It could be twice the size of anywhere you have been and it would still be curated, chosen around what I actually love doing rather than around what a dungeon is supposed to contain: heavy rubber and latex encasement, a suspension point that is as much an art piece as it is for bondage, Shibari or other forms of suspended torment, and one piece of equipment I always knew I wanted should I ever do what I am doing now and settle down. Drumroll, please. A Sybian.

The Sybian, and why almost no dungeon has one

If you do not know what a Sybian is, and most people in this country do not, the thing worth knowing before anything else is who it was built for. A man called Dave Lampert started thinking about it in the early seventies, spent 1983 driving around the American Midwest asking sex therapists, researchers and engineers what was actually missing, built the first one in 1985 and had it in production by 1987, and his entire reason for any of it was that he thought women had been handed a raw deal in bed and somebody ought to engineer a way out of it. It has barely been redesigned since, which tells you how right he got it, and it is still the only serious piece of equipment I know of that was built from the ground up around the female orgasm rather than adapted towards it afterwards.

You sit astride it rather than holding it, and it vibrates and rotates at the same time, at two speeds I set separately on a handset that is nowhere near your hands. It does not get tired, it does not lose its rhythm because I have moved or because I felt like lighting a cigarette, and it will hold a woman exactly where I want her for as long as I feel like keeping her there, or take her past that point over and over until she has genuinely lost count. I have watched it reduce very composed women to something quite unrecognisable, and I have wanted one in my own space for years.

The reason you will almost never meet one in a dungeon is not remotely complicated. They cost somewhere between fifteen hundred and two thousand pounds, they are not quiet, and somewhere between ninety-five and ninety-nine per cent of the clients most of us see are men, myself included. It does not take a great deal of working out. Nobody is spending two thousand pounds and a permanent corner of the room on a machine built specifically for the people who almost never walk through the door. I am, and that is rather the point.

Which brings me to who I would like to see more of

Women. Women, femmes and trans women, and couples of any configuration, and I mean that as an active invitation rather than a line in a policy. A good deal of what I have built this space around is aimed squarely at them, the Sybian very much included, and I would like the diary to reflect that rather than the other way around.

So, plainly: if you are a woman and you want to have a session with me, I discount my sessions for female submissives and for couples. Enquire within. If you are a woman reading this and wondering whether any of it is meant for you, it is, and if you are a couple, start here.

What this means in practice

From 18 September my diary runs in London all year: midweek, daytime, evenings, and the kind of booking that can be arranged three weeks in advance rather than squeezed into whichever handful of days I happened to be in the city. Enquiries get answered properly and answered faster, longer bookings no longer require me to rearrange a fortnight around them, and a first enquiry that needs a real conversation before anything is agreed can have one.

Manchester is where most people first met me and I am not giving it up, so I will be there one visit a month, arranged from London. The 16th of September is open, there are two hours available on the evening of the 17th, and after that it settles into the monthly rhythm. Those visits are narrow and a good deal of each one is spoken for by people I have been seeing for years, so write early rather than when you see a date announced, and say in your first line that it is Manchester you are asking about.

Harrogate stays, in short visits arranged from London, and I travel besides: Cambridge, Oxford, Windsor, Brighton and the rest of the home counties, on an outcall of half a day or longer with the travel and a suite on top of it.

If you knew me before, I took a hiatus and I am back, and if you lost the thread you have not lost your place; write and tell me when we last spoke. If you are new to me, my own page is the place to start, or come straight to the enquiry form and tell me which city, two or three dates that genuinely work for you, and what draws you, in your own words, however clumsy they feel on the way out.