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.

 

The Femdom Ball saga continues, as both myself and Goddess Keeper found ourselves heading down to the hotel reception. Our own hotel room was truly fabulous, with a view of a car park ramp and fellow residents in other apartment blocks. Sadly we were a bit low down to observe the skyscrapers of London’s skyline, but the room itself made up for the lack of views. On quite a funny note I’d managed to unscrew the sink plug completely by accident, thinking that perhaps it was just stuck in position. Without giving the room service people a heart attack, I manage to get it fixed with little to no issues. (That’s what happens when you grow up in a family full of mechanically minded people folks hehe).

One of the many untaught aspects that you learn to pick up in the art of female deportment is how to walk and present yourself while wearing a ball gown. The full length maxi style skirt on such outfits as ball gowns and cocktail dresses can present somewhat of an unavoidable trip hazard for those not familiar with wearing these forms of garments. Being a seasoned model for such shoots as wedding gowns and high heeled shoes, it was now second nature for me to remember to elevate the skirt prior to begin walking forwards in a straight line. Rather like firing up a motorcycle engine and then wondering with surprise why the bike suddenly lungs forward when you engage first gear without pulling in the clutch lever.

Having remembered to elevate my skirt clear of the floor, I was then terrified that the train on the gown was going to get caught in the lift doors as it closed. Lift doors are wonderful at detecting when humans are in the way, but not very effective at spotting if said clothing has cleared the line of fire or not. Rather in the same way as when the London Underground announcement states, “please keep your hands and feet clear of the doors and platform edge”. I’m sure when the designers of Belle’s frock from Beauty and the Beast were contemplating the creation of the famous ballroom dance scene, they didn’t have in mind that a madly closing lift door was involved in ensnaring Belle’s evening wear during the pre-screen production.

You do have to hand it to the like of A-list celebrities, who get invited to the sort of gala parties were such wear is almost a compulsory act. Men, all I’ll say is this; you’ve got it easy when you can just slip into a tuxedo and trousers. No long trains or skirts for you to have to worry about haha. Having braved the perilous journey from the lobby area, down the hotel front steps and into the taxi, the next great hurdle was actually getting into the Femdom Ball itself. British weather as they say has it’s moments, but both myself and the lovely Goddess Keeper were grateful that the rain stayed away. Partly because on arrival to the Femdom Ball location in the heart of financial London, we were made to stand outside and wait.

“It’s like waiting outside the headteachers office at school” pipped up Goddess Keeper, as I giggled slightly understanding her comical stance. “True, but I bet they weren’t as strict as the lady we’re about to come face to face with” was my response, knowing full well that nether myself nor Goddess Keeper were about to be rejected. Goddess Keeper had chosen a beautiful flowing maroon coloured evening dress with multiple ruffles and a single shoulder strap. Her eyes were sparkling with bedazzling makeup accompanying a pair of gold coloured floral earrings. Before I could get the chance to explain to Goddess Keeper what I meant by ‘strict as the lady we’re about to come face to face with’, the security guards were informed us that we could enter the building.

As we took our first steps over the threshold into the Femdom Ball venue, we were greeted by the renowned outfit inspectors. One of the outfit inspectors also happened to be a well known associate of mine, although I wasn’t about to leverage this influence in order to get myself and Goddess Keeper over the threshold. The official Femdom Ball uniform inspectors were the highly renown Miss Anne Tittou and Mistress Tess. I’d only come into contact with Miss Anne Tittou on a limited number of occasions, but Mistress Tess on the other hand was a dominatrix I knew by reputation that wasn’t to be messed with. A charming enough lady on the surface, sporting a stunning sequined red strapless gown and stunning mascara eyeliner.

But wo-betide anyone who tried to test Mistress Tess’s resolve or even attempt to push pass her strict uniform rules, and it was like trying to sit on a cactus. Fortunately both myself and Goddess Keeper cleared the customs desk, (I mean the outfit inspectors hehe) and even picking up a few compliments along the way to. Being such a skilled and highly talented thespian on her YouTube and OnlyFans accounts, Goddess Keeper had given me the somewhat honourable task of collecting footage for her, aka what’s commonly known as content creation. This had included one very charming scene whereby I’d been asked to film Goddess Keeper exiting the taxi cab on arrival to the Femdom Ball.

Hoping that my camera skills were up to it, I held my nerve and my breath waiting for Goddess Keeper to make her move. Whether there was a lot of editing involved or I just pulled off a near miracle in videography, Goddess Keeper had managed to make her video appear flawless and without error. For more on this, do please check out Goddess Keeper’s video on YouTube called “BEHIND THE SCENES VLOG FEM DOM BALL 2025”. The Femdom Ball venue itself was truly breath-taking, with high walls and a twin set of walkways either end of the hall where grand entrances can be made with the ladies and their evening gowns. What perfect location to feature the Femdom Ball at than this one, situated right in the heart of Financial London itself.

Speaking of gowns and the like, a little birdy had mentioned on X some weeks prior to the Femdom Ball that there was to be a best gown competition. By far the overall and unquestioned winner of the best gown contest would have to go the lady who I shall dub “Cinderella”, because her entrance and gown were spellbinding. Sadly the domme in question will unfortunately remain anonymous, although her gown certainly wasn’t going to be silenced. (In a way, it’s somewhat fitting as Cinderella herself in the movie adaptations enters the ball with no-one knowing her true identity). The mysterious domme arrived in true style mirroring Cinderella during the movie adaptations, becoming the fairest of them all.

Her ball gown was of a purely Quinquennia design, with a hooped skirt and train that flowed out so far that the entire circumference must have been at least eight feet across. In fact the gown was so ginormous that it was taking the combined efforts of three entire submissives just to lift the skirt alone. It was then that Goddess Keeper piped up “she’s won the bless gown competition, hands down”. Goddess Keeper wasn’t wrong, as the mystery domme was declared the best ball gown winner almost immediately. When everyone’s tongues weren’t waggling at the sight of an extravagantly dressed Cinderella dominatrix bedecked in a Quinquennia evening gown, the main highlight of the evening was about to begin.

Tune in soon folks for part three of the Femdom Ball 2025 report.

In many respects the London based Femdom Ball is an event whereby kink meets sophistication and networking in a whirlpool of colour and shadow. The colour emanates from the dommes and the shadow from the submissives. The femdoms parade around as they please, showing off their prowess, whilst the submissives stand quietly to the sides. In many ways the Femdom Ball is not just a gathering of the elites, its a place where those from all walks of life tread the same line. I myself am one such domme, because my life is made up of pro-domination and a secondary line of work. A line of work which will remain personal to myself for now, but one that brings about it a sense of national and vital importance to the country as a whole.

To be considered as a femdom is a true honour to say the least. To be given the privilege of sitting alongside some of the greatest names in femdom is like securing front row seats at a Taylor Swift concert. The pleasure of sitting in the front row far outstrips the cost of being there in every respect. Having been a seasoned veteran of at least two femdom ball’s prior to the 2025 10th Anniversary Special, I was well entuned to the required procedure for attending and presenting myself as a dominatrix. And if you’re thinking that it’s a room full of latex, leather and PVC clad goddesses then think again, as the Femdom Ball is exactly what it says on the tin. By definition the Femdom Ball is a gala night, whereby ball gown wearing is a compulsory requirement.

For this years Femdom Ball I’d teamed up with the gloriously sexy and alluring dominatrix Goddess Keeper, whose YouTube videos and OnlyFans accounts tell of a lady who knows what she desires from her clients. Having teamed up with Goddess Keeper just outside my local hometown in Hertfordshire, we took the somewhat crowded train journey directly into London Liverpool Street. Having sadly injured my foot a few days prior to the Femdom Ball, I wasn’t exactly in a position to be humping heavy bags around on the London Underground. So both myself and Goddess Keeper took the decision to take a taxi from London Liverpool Street station to the hotel instead.

The taxi driver, (Derek we shall call him) was a true London cockney who had a lot to say on driving around London in the aftermath of the ULEZ road conditions around Greater London but was still amazing company for the five minute taxi journey from London Liverpool Street to the hotel in Shoreditch. When the taxi finally pulled up outside the hotel, I was nearly taken completely by surprise when I saw a gentleman in his early fifties standing beside the cab door waiting to open it. After I’d extricated myself from the taxi however, the middle aged gentleman then tried to take my bag from me. Thinking that the middle aged gentleman in question was trying to steal my bag, I naturally resisted.

It was only when Goddess Keeper started giggling that I realised that the gentleman in question was actually the hotels porter. Mind you it took me that long to realise that the middle aged gentleman was actually carrying a two-way radio to communicate with the hotel staff. Fresh embrassment on my part doesn’t even begin to cover it at this point haha. So far in the story it’s been an epic tail of a luxury taxi ride to the train station; an overcrowded train journey as many flock to see London’s wonderful sites. The cockney taxi driver with the professional opinions on the lack of traffic and ULEZ regulations. And finally the hotel porter who nearly ended up being mistaken for a well-dressed bag snatcher.

Once myself and Goddess Keeper had cleared the hotel reception however, it was then time to check in to the lift. Sounds bizarre I know; but trust me, 100 Shoreditch High Street truly prides itself on not just excellence, but also security. With that in mind, the lobby area hotel elevators wouldn’t even close their doors without a room door key being present and swiped across a keypad. This was where I was heard to joke to Goddess Keeper “it’s more secure than MI5 in here”. Goddess Keeper only laughed and then manoeuvred around me in order to be the first to disembark from the lift when it finally arrived on the first floor. Thankfully our hotel room was on the first floor, which wasn’t too far for my injured foot to go.

I was still slightly limping at the time due to my foot injury, so whatever distance I could save on walking the better. Usually when in a city you’d expect a hotel room to be more of a broom cupboard in terms of size, where everything is compartmentalised to save space. How shocked were myself and Goddess Alex to see that the hotel room was practically a palace tucked away in a corner of Central London, disguised to appear like every other building surrounding it. Like a well oiled team myself and Goddess Keeper got to work, placing our bags down in the corner of the room whilst simultaneously starting to unpack our many items including our breathtakingly gorgeous outfits for the evening ahead.

It was by this point that it was now starting to feel like a truly girly weekend, as both myself and Goddess Keeper went for a traditional pub meal in a typical London pub just along the street from the hotel. Once the meal was over however, it was time to put a functional game plan into operation. We’d both factored in enough time to have a delicious filling meal and still make it back to the hotel for that evenings preparations. Like a pair of troopers preparing for a deadly mission behind enemy lines, we sat down with makeup brushes in hand, ready to unleash our collective talents on each others facial features and outfits. Goddess Keeper had decided upon a truly elegant maroon coloured fluffy flowing floor length dress, with matching golden jewellery.

While my own ball gown was even enough to make the hotel receptionist do a double take when I walked downstairs, thinking that perhaps Emma Watson had suddenly strolled into the building completely unannounced. Based on the previous year’s outcry of “oh my god, you look fecking stunning”, my own ball gown had been a close replica of the same frock worn by award winning actress Lilly James in the 2015 Cinderella movie. This years ball gown saw me diving head first into the world of Beauty and the Beast, as I was dressed head to tow in a ball gown straight out of the 1991 classic movie by the same name. Like all ball gowns they are never a one person job, nor do they lace up in few seconds.

I was no exception to this rule, in which I was truly glad that Goddess Keeper was on hand to provide me with all the assistance I needed. As the classic 1980s single goes ‘girls just wanna have fun’. That was precisely what was taking place in one of the first floor rooms as my ball gown was finally woven into place sitting perfectly around my waist and shoulders, accentuating my already glowing appearance into that of a true life fairy-tale. As per normal in surprise situations I’d insisted that I be placed into an area whereby I couldn’t in any way catch site of my reflection in the mirror, fearing that it could highly and likely ruin the final reveal. When I eventually stepped gingerly in front of the mirror, my breath was immediately sucked out of my lungs with shock.

As much as most submissive men can’t help but drool enviously over the sight of a leather, PVC or latex clad dominatrix, it’s important to mention that the same thing can be achieved when witnessing me exclaim with joyful anguish on catching sight of my reflection in the mirror. Mistress Sophie the princess was now looking back at my, utterly transformed. My gown was silky, flowing through my hands like whisps of smoke on a gentle breeze. I’d even pinned my hair back with a pretty red bow and a charming lace neck chocker with a black rose attached to it. Goddess Keeper was hovering in the background, desperate to know what my thoughts were on my own jaw-dropping appearance.

“If the submissives weren’t begging for your time before now, they will be now my darling” stated Goddess Keeper as I did my best not to cry, feeling the tears starting to swell up in my eyes. Before the taxi turned up to escort us both to the Femdom Ball however, we’d had the chance to take a number of photograph’s with outstanding light levels to work too and a steady handed camera operator, aka Goddess Keeper herself. Everywhere I went from the hotel corridors to the taxi driver’s who drove us, we were being showered in compliments. It was just as much of a spellbinding experience as the very ball gown now clinging to the surface of my own body. Ball gowns are by their very definition “hard work”, mainly because it’s virtually impossible to complete any task while wearing them.

Especially one with a super long train or skirt, which is easily trodden on or ripped by high heeled stiletto shoes, ahhhhhh. The story shall continue soon my o so loyal followers, as in the next blog Cinderella (and Belle) most certainly go to the Ball. See you soon folks.