Every so often in the career of a professional dominatrix, it’s important not just to confine yourself to the four walls of your own BDSM dungeon playroom. Up and down the UK resides a plethora of BDSM, kink and fetish related events, with varying degrees of fun and pleasure contained within their remits. While doing a regular Google search for nearby events, one such BDSM event that had presented itself on my radar went by the name of Club Femdom. A rather luxurious kink night in the heart of London which turned out more like a human raffle than a simple meet and greet for dommes and submissives. As per normal I felt it was important not to undergo this exciting new venture alone, so therefore I called upon my good friend Goddess Alex Keeper if she wished to join me for the Club Femdom night out in London. As you’ll know from my pervious blogs on my website and other platforms besides, Goddess Alex Keeper and I have become quite firm friends.
Many of you will know Goddess Alex Keeper from her YouTube channel and social media pages, in which she is a skilled A.S.M.R artist displaying her skills in voicework and glove wearing. It was after all Goddess Alex Keeper who also attended the Femdom Ball with me back in October 2025, showing off her glorious curves in a fabulously flawless maroon coloured ball gown. It was remarkably on the chilly side for a June night when I arrived outside Goddess Keeper’s house, inputting the postcode address for the Club Femdom location into my sat nav while Goddess Keeper sieved through a mountain of kink outfits. Let me tell you something gents, when it comes to ladies and mirrors a full-scale dilemma erupts out into the open. The dilemma in question is a plethora of clothing choices, hair styles, jewellery pieces or even whether to wear extension nails to compliment your outfit.
Searching for handy hints and tips on fashion advice, Goddess Keeper had contacted me a few days prior to the Club Femdom event to enquire about what I would be wearing myself. For me it was a no brainer, as I had a choice of two outfits to choose from to go to a kink event as my dominatrix persona. The outfits in question were my scarlet red full body catsuit, and the black leather leotard and stiletto style boots (both images of which can be seen on my website gallery if you wished to take a sneak peek for yourselves dear reader). I’d also complimented my black leotard outfit with a long flowing leather trenchcoat, whereby only my boots were visible underneath. Goddess Keeper meanwhile had spent days googling the Club Femdom website trying to pick up some inspiration, with search results coming back stating terms like ‘40s fur glam’ or ‘dress to impress’.
Nevertheless, Goddess Keeper had still achieved a truly magical look by going with a black lace dress with leather highlights and below the knee high-heeled boots. On any other normal occasion, the use of public transport would’ve been utilised for a trip in and out of London, as was the case during my last kink outing into London for the Femdom Ball back in October 2025. On this occasion however Club Femdom didn’t close it’s doors until 3am in the morning. Brilliant for late night party animals with access to even the most basic twenty-four-hour hotels nearby, but not so handy on the train which ran a late service departing from London Liverpool Street at 11:30pm at night. Therefore I concluded that my faithful car would be the best transport tool for the job to ferry myself and Goddess Keeper in and out of the city. The journey down to London was absolute bliss, as it was the early evening hours.
A time in which the workday commuter would be absent from the road, spending their evenings either enjoying a pink down the pub or in front of the TV watching the footie. (These are just the first two examples I could think of, so please don’t be insulted if I’ve not listen you’re favourite hobby that you wish to conduct in your spare time). In recent years an entire list of new driving restrictions like the ULEZ scheme and Congestion Charge zone have made it easier for vehicles to operate freely around the City and Greater London areas. The one constant predicament within the capital area of London that still remains at large however is parking, (or the lack of it I should say). Despite the numerous parking restrictions in place around the Club Femdom venue however, we managed to find a quiet NCP run car park only around two hundred yards walk from the Club Femdom main entrance.
It struck me how some areas of the city could be packed full to bursting, whereas other districts were as silent as the grave. The NCP car park in question wasn’t particularly well lit, making me vividly think back to what it would’ve been like in previous centuries when only candles were being used to light the many dingy and dark London streets. I’m glad for one thing that the perks of 21st century was certainly coming to our aid, as phone torches and internal car lighting are perfect bastions of guidance if you’re ever stuck in an area with no street lighting. Without putting too fine of a point on it, but the way in which myself and Goddess Keeper were dressed for the Club Femdom night could have quite easily seen us mistaken as working girls by the passing drivers. Thankfully the NCP car park was empty except for a few stationary cars, so walking to and from the parking meter to sort out the parking didn’t present much of a challenge for us.
What did come as a shock however was that the car parks in central London didn’t operate around the clock, which included the one we were sat in at the time with my car. To cut a long story short, NCP have a policy whereby their gates are locked every night at 10pm in said East London location. Therefore my car would’ve needed to move away from the car park before 10pm, which was sadly no good for us. Thankfully I wasn’t charged for the parking but it was that point that Goddess Keeper had a brainwave. The plan in question was too head further away to a known area of free parking in East London before then flagging down the nearest taxi to take us back to Club Femdom directly. As daft as this crazy scheme sounds, it’s fundamentally the key principle behind policies such as ‘park and ride’ which operates in major cities across the UK such as Birmingham, Manchester, Cambridge, Oxford and many more besides.
It was at this point that Goddess Keeper suddenly came over all giggly, because of a scene which sadly I hadn’t been a witness too because I was somewhat preoccupied attempting to flag down a nearby black cab. It transpired that in searching for a black cab to take us back to the Club Femdom venue, Goddess Keeper had gained the eagle eyes of a rather handsome American chauffeur driver who thought that she was a hooker working the streets. I’m glad now that I was wearing a fully opaque trenchcoat, as the clattering of my heels on the pavement had even made the taxi driver look at me in a rather sexy way. Thankfully the taxi driver had agreed to take both myself and Goddess Keeper back to Club Femdom, although I couldn’t help but think that he’d done this not just because of the fare but also because we were two ladies who were dressed in a rather provocative manner likely to arouse most of the male population.
Two hours after departing from home and a fun comfortable taxi ride later, we finally arrived at the main door to Club Femdom itself. Once inside past the security guard and help desk however, we were greeted with a scene of utter beauty. Lined up along the bar was around twenty male submissives with collars around their necks some with a plain black outfit, whilst others had decided to push the boat out and were dressed with nothing more than a pair of pants and leather straps across their bodies. Some had even decided to go into full pet mode, with leads and masks to complement their outfits. The club had a policy of zero nudity in force, which was completely understandable as I wasn’t prepared to stare at a cock that wasn’t housed in a chastity cage. When gazing around at the other dommes present at the club, it was clearly obvious to us both that being in dominatrix attire was an excellent call to make on the wardrobe front.
It was at this point that both myself and Goddess Keeper were invited by the chief dominatrix of the evening to participate in the raffle, which later turned out to be more like a lottery. As a concept, it played out more like a random speed date night than any form of kink event that I’d ever been too before. In simple terms each domme and submissive present would take it in turns to write their name on a whiteboard, which would then be placed into a sorting hat of sorts. (And no I’m not talking about the withered old witch’s hat which sits on the small wooden stool at Hogwarts). Every thirty minutes or so, the chief dominatrix would call the room to order and read out the names of those submissives who’d been selected. Each domme would be given a number, whilst each submissive wrote their names to be read out of the sorting hat at random. I was given the number four, whilst Goddess Keeper was listed as number three on the whiteboard.
After my name was read out, I was paired with a submissive called John (not his real name) who it later transpired had never been too Club Femdom before either. Having become a seasoned veteran now of trips out to countless kink club around the country, I came to realise that the sorting hat concept at Club Femdom was a truly remarkable idea. Most times when I attend to kink clubs for meet and greets, I’m always in the awkward position that I don’t know anyone whose there or how best to interact with others. Normally I would counteract this issue by taking someone with me, although 99.9 percent of the time my associates are away doing other things and unable to attend. So having a concept at an event whereby you’re randomly partnered with a submissive who will attend to your every whim for a period of time before the next raffle was truly groundbreaking and incredibly well thought out.
By the end of the evening I’d been served by two rather keen submissives, both of whom had given me purely relaxing massages both on my legs and feet. Goddess Keeper too had racked up being served by nearly four submissives, one of which had given her a cheeky wink as we both departed from the club at nearly 1am in the morning. Once again we managed to flag down a black cab taxi, which agreed to give us a lift back to my car parked up in another part of town. The journey home was interesting as while enroute back to our house we inadvertently strayed into a security area in which the security guard asked if he could check inside the boot. It was at this point that I become a little more wary about what was going on because the security guard merely opened up the boot, starred at the inside for all of about two seconds and then closed the boot lid again stating that everything was fine and dandy.
As the security gate opened and we drove away both myself and Goddess Keeper exchanged puzzled looks, deeply wondering what the hell had just happened. “Why only check the boot; surely you’d want to look around the whole vehicle rather than just the boot space” I asked Goddess Keeper as she just fired a confused face right back at me. “No wonder it’s so easy for terrorists to get in and blow stuff up these days if that’s the kind of lacking security checks that go on around here” I replied which made Goddess Keeper snort out a giggle of laughter. “It’s a good thing he didn’t decide to search us” Goddess Keeper replied, making me realise that actually we’d got away with murder at that point. The security guard would’ve received the shock of his life if he’d tried to get us to take off our coats, partially because our dominatrix outfits underneath made us look like streetwalking red light district hookers.
“Trust a sat nav to take you home ah, it will be telling me to drive up the side of a building next time I switch it on” I joked as Goddess Keeper couldn’t help but comically snigger at the fact that she’d nearly been strip searched by an eager eyed security guard. So then folks, if you ever wondered what dommes sometimes get up to in their spare time at least it might give you a fairly good idea of some of the adventures and unexpected situations that we come face to face with. Thanks again for reading folks, as always, I can be seen for professional dungeon sessions at www.mistresssophieofhertfordshire.co.uk
Stay Kinky Everyone
Best Wishes
Mistress Sophie Of Hertfordshire
