Is it really 2009? I was watching a science fiction movie about the future in 2012 and we will be there in 3 years' time.
Summer is always a busy period for me, partly because there are so many activities that we only do in the summer and partly because I travel and go on holiday during the summer months. However I tend to stay in London in August as Europe is packed with families and London is partly deserted (well we can say deserted for London). Hence my absence from this forum for such a long time.
I have been very selective about the fetish events which I attend, nevertheless Pedestal is on my list, and rightly so, so I did go to the last event back in May which is my birthday month.
I had a fantastic time and met many new people.
It is incredible how the scene has changed. I did not see any pro-Dommes - they were all life-style or less well known, so I did not recognize them.
I was greeted as always with grace and respect, from then on I was followed by many worshippers and fetish friends to each of the rooms.
I was offered many foot massages, drinks, flowers and other pampering potions including strawberries with cream
I established myself in the dungeon where I had a full-on session with one of my worshippers, and photos were taken accordingly.
It won’t come as a surprise that sitting on a throne and being worshipped was one of my joys.
Here is a full account of the party from my worshipper:
A Public Session at Club Pedestal
No matter how long you know her, Goddess Alexia will continue to surprise you. I have already been privileged to accompany her to Club Pedestal, but it was nothing like what happened this time! I wore latex hood and leggings as before, but she also gave me an unusual latex tank top which has cut-outs to expose the nipples. She herself looked absolutely beautiful in a most elegant soft black leather catsuit, cincher belt and long red gloves - a leather fetishist's dream ....
At first the evening proceeded as before. She was greeted ecstatically by her many admirers; I kept a discreet distance from her while she enjoyed herself with them, and served her needs as and when required. Soon, however, the purpose of the evening became clear - for me this was to be a full BDSM session, but in public rather than in her dungeon. She produced some very severe nipple-clamps and carefully put them on - hence my special tank top. While she sat comfortably on a sofa talking with her friends, I grovelled before her with another worshipper and was allowed to caress and kiss her sandalled feet and ankles. Then, when she had had enough of this, she shackled me to a nearby whipping-stand, changed the clamps for some even more severe ones and added a heavy weight to the chain. By now my nipples were very sensitive. She smiled beautifully while she played with the chain, pulling harder and harder ..... as I cried out I wondered whether the numerous crowd watching us envied me or not! Next, she rolled down the back of my latex leggings and tried out several riding crops and whips - I had to tell her which was the hardest to take. Needless to say, this was the one she chose to continue with. The harder she whipped me, the more she moved sensuously to the music - she was a Goddess dancing in her rightful domain. My feelings were complex - on the one hand it was a very great privilege to be singled out in this way by the most accomplished and beautiful dominatrix I have ever seen - on the other, this was turning out to be a pretty severe session, and because it was in public I simply had to take it or I would have let her down! Pain or pleasure - it's always so hard to tell them apart. In either case, it was utterly memorable.
I had some relief when she turned her attention to another submissive, and trampled him wearing her stiletto-heeled sandals. A photographer came by and took some pictures. Then it was back to me again. Of course, the more your Mistress mistreats you, the more you find yourself adoring her. I ended the evening adoring Goddess Alexia more than ever ...
