Welcome back to part three of the Femdom Ball report, as both myself and Goddess Keeper found ourselves trying to stand out in a room full of truly eyepopping flawless ladies. Well, Goddess Keeper certainly slotted into this category with her maxi style off the shoulder maroon ball gown adorned with glimmery ruffles. I’m never one to brag, but standing next to Goddess Keeper and the unknown Cinderella domme with her breath-taking Quinquennia ball gown I kind of felt somewhat underdressed for such a location. Nevertheless, I didn’t have much time to ponder on this thought as the nights performances were about to begin. During the former Femdom Ball galas in years gone by, Madame Caramel had always gone for a smashing line up.
There were always recitals of poetry, dance routines and even a fashion show. This years performance line-up didn’t fail to amaze, because the Femdom Ball is the sort of gala evening in which Glastonbury would quail in comparison. The elevated balcony’s at either end of the large hall where the Femdom Ball was being held came in useful for the night-time performances, as the first of the acts took to the stage. The evening opened with a serenade by a truly talented dominatrix playing on her violin, filling the hall full of the crisp clear notes not unlike those of the London Philharmonic Orchestra. It was hardly surprising that she received a standing ovation from the audience after she’d finished playing.
Next came the dancing trope act of Madame Caramel’s very own performers, cat-walking with style while bedecked in their allure and highly seductive leather, latex and PVC attire. Quite a number of my fellow dommes in the audience including myself were whooping, cheering and clapping every time the dancing ended and the next performance began. The rest of the evening seemed to pass in a blur of colour, laughter and interesting conversation. During that time I was nabbed by multiple dommes and submissives all of whom seemed to want to know either how I was or where I’d precured my ball gown from. One memorable dominatrix who collared me for a chat was from New York City.
She’d been eyeing up my Belle ball gown all evening from where she was sat across the room, pondering who I was. Naturally I received the usual lines of “I love your accent, it’s so cute”, which does appear to be the default setting for any visiting American tourists and dignitaries who pay a visit to the United Kingdom’s mighty shores. A fact of which I’d been advised about by some of my amazing American associates from across the pond. All in all, myself and Goddess Keeper had a truly fabulous time at this years Femdom Ball. One of which we fully intend to replicate at next year’s Femdom Ball. London too was full of surprises, having completely transformed from the last time that I graced myself inside the M25 motorway.
Both myself and Goddess Keeper hadn’t encountered a single delay or negative comment trom the moment we’d left home on Saturday morning to the second we breezed in through our own front doors on Sunday afternoon. Naturally it would go without saying that both myself and Goddess Keeper extend our highest gratitude that we were allowed to attend the 2025 10th Anniversary Femdom Ball. Here’s to the 20th Anniversary Femdom Ball everyone, or maybe even the 50th. Thanks for reading everyone, and stay kinky out there.
