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.
