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.
