I’d tried a few times to arrange a session with Lady Scarlett over the Christmas period but was caught out with work schedules. I’d paid a deposit as all genuine bookings should and although rightfully frustrated at not being able to paint her sadism on a fresh canvas she was understanding and patient. The door was left ajar.

Having not sessioned with a Domme for 9 years or so I was determined to choose the right one to dip my toes back into the swirl. It didn’t take me long for as soon as I saw her website and read a few entries on her Twitter feed I was struck by the sense of soul. I mean the term ‘soul’ as a depth of appreciation for what and why we are drawn into these waters, both as Dominant and submissive.

I have always kept an eye on the evolution of BDSM within our culture and within the past few years it has appeared cloudy. The rise of the bedroom findoms, fifty shades of grey and its steady trajectory into the mainstream amongst other things. Some Dommes redefine the art and Lady Scarlett is certainly one of those Dommes.

I won’t elaborate too much on my first session which was breathtaking to say the least but I will say this. The overiding feeling of being empowered on so many levels did not leave my conciousness for days on end. The whole experience has enriched my thinking. It is with precious hindsight though that the most revealing and telling aspect of the session happened as soon as I sat down for a chat with Lady Scarlett.

In those first 5 minutes the scene was set. Lady Scarlett told me how things would be without spelling it out. It wasn’t a lecture or a manifesto. It hit me a few hours later. In effect the initial conversation effortlessly lay out the parameters of her control which when under her whims seem endless but are hers.

Whether she is whispering softly in your ear whilst pushing your thresholds or laughing at your discomfort, you have been told. There is no other option once you choose to submit to this Lady.

A gorgeously cruel soulful Domme.

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