In my time on this planet, I’ve had my fair share of scrapes and adventures. But on the microscopic of occasions I get the chance to let out my inner princess. Yes, I’d be the first to admit that I’m a stickler for a sparkly stunning ball gown; guilty as charged. The only drawback is that there’s hardly anywhere that allows you to wear one.
Growing up as a child I would often see gala dinners portrayed in movies or Oscar award ceremonies, where such jaw dropping outfits as ball gowns and tuxedos were commonplace. I knew full well that my chances of being invited to an event of such biblical proportions was going to be slim if not non existent. You could just imagine therefore how shocked I was when I was granted the opportunity to attend an event whereby the crème de La crème of the Femdom world were all gathered together in one room.
This was the majesty atmosphere of the famously named FemDom Ball, an event situated right in the very heart of the United Kingdom’s capital city. Within its very walls, the true essence of Femdom and feminism is laid bare. Ladies of the highest nobility, Goddesses, Mistresses and even a Baroness or two freely roam within the ball, mingling as they see fit.
There ever so willing slaves meanwhile remain resolutely to attention their black bow ties ramrod straight, staring like granite statues at the floor, not daring to gaze at the sea of stunning beauty before them for even the smallest of seconds through fear of feeling their owners Roth. As a purely young and discovering domantrix, to be surrounded by such amazing personas was almost overpowering.
To say that the Femdom Ball is a truly international event is the best way to describe its global reach. It’s a palace of wonderment, pure talent with stunning appearances and performances to even make A-listed celebrities melt with envy. What better place therefore to show off a ball gown I’d had in storage for some time. As Walt Disney would so elegantly put it, “Cinderella, you shall go to the ball”.
Having fallen in love with the fabulous ball gown worn by Lily James in the 2015 film Cinderella, I’d remembered procuring a realistic replica some years prior of the very same sky blue ball gown that was used in a photoshoot whereby I modelled for an agency bringing makeup and beauty to live. When I arrived at the Femdom Ball via my cheffeuer driven service, I couldn’t help but feel as if I’d just stepped into a hall of pure wonderment.
As a bit of a masterclass in wearing a ball gown or any dress with a length of train on it, it’s important to remember that you have to perform a driving test mirror, signal, manoeuvre procedure before moving off. I was so used to spending my days in boots and short skirts that remembering to elevate my skirt off the floor when travelling up and down the stairs was still a half forgotten ritual.
Like with all high profile events, there was always a high level of security and the watchful eye of the outfit inspector. This was the part I was fearful of, as my hand began to shake hopeful that my choice of outfit was going to cut the mustard. The very charming and fabulously talented Mistress Tess had been designated as the glamour inspector, her ever inquisitive eye scanning the queue before me for even the smallest sign of imperfection.
When I finally got to the front of the queue I immediately saw Mistress Tess light up with joy, commenting something along the lines of “wow, Cinderella at the ball”. (I’m sure Mistress Tess can help fill in the blanks if I’ve incorrectly quoted this part, so I do apologise for any inaccuracies). Even the Femdom Ball’s organiser and chief dominatrix Madame Caramel was overjoyed at my choice of outfit.
This sort of compliment being spoken from the lips of such a legendary figure within the Femdom world, truly hit home for me as happiness boiled up inside of me. The Femdom Ball truly is an event whereby networking can be done, but with glamour and prestige enthused tightly together. The number of ladies I spoke to was vast, although I suppose I can name a few special cases.
My first and foremost thanks goes to Madame Caramel, who permitted me the honour to attend the Femdom Ball. She truly is a wonderful lady and deserves the highest award for friendship that anyone can bestow. Secondly to the ultimately fabulous Miss Lady Lola, whose ball gown was truly stunning. Please make sure too check out her amazing service The Kidnap Klub, which provides tailor made kidnap and abduction fantasy sessions.
Thirdly to Mistress Tess, who permitted me entry at the Femdom Ball after passing through the fashion security gate. Also to the charming and divine ladies Lady Margo and Porcelain Victoria, as we aided and abetted in photographing each other in the photography room. And finally to the lovely ladies of the Bondara public relations department, who do an amazing job from their base in Essex.
Thank you one and all for an amazing night, and here is to the Femdom Ball 2025.
With best wishes all round, from Mistress Sophie Of Hertfordshire
