Many of my clients like me to take the reins and dominate them – and I really love exploring that side of myself.

When it comes to hiring Chelsea escorts, there’s no right or wrong reason for a man to do so. Sometimes it’s because he needs a plus one for an important event, or maybe he wants to live the high life in London with a beautiful girl on his arm. Sometimes though, the motives for hiring an escort can run a lot more deeply. A big fantasy of many men is to have a woman dominate them, and luckily, my clients always feel that they can ask me to take control. As for me? Well, I love to unleash my inner dominatrix, so I always have a great time too!

When a booking came through for me last weekend, it was from a new client. His name was Andre, and he was new to the city and spending time with escorts. The agency know just how good I am with getting men to come out of their shell, and thought I was the perfect match. Now, Andre had mentioned something when he booked. He was pretty open minded, and didn’t have any real preference when it came to women, but he wanted to be dominated. Finding someone to do so can be difficult when you’re dating, and hiring an escort was the perfect solution.

We agreed that we’d meet at Andre’s hotel, and as usual, I arrived discreetly and professionally. I was wearing some incredibly sexy red lacy underwear but under a pretty little dress that was quite demure. So nobody who passed me in the hotel lobby knew what I was really heading to one of the rooms to get up to. If only they knew! Admittedly, the thought sent a thrill through me.

Andre was as I’d expected – a little nervous but very enthusiastic. I had bought a few things with me in my bag of goodies. Nothing too intimidating: some handcuffs, a blindfold, a tickler, and if Andre was feeling especially adventurous, a whip. After talking about it for a little while, which is always essential if you want to create a good rapport with a client, we settled for the handcuffs and the blindfold. Andre confessed that he’d like me to spank him, and surrendering control to me like this would really help him to de-stress and forget his everyday worries. Well, who was I to turn him down?

After making sure he was comfortable and agreeing on a safe word in case things got a little too much for him, I began to show him exactly who was the boss. I did get to use my whip in the end, after Andre begged for something a little more intense than my hands. Seeing a man completely at my mercy like that really did something for me, and I was hoping that Andre would enquire about a second date. After a long evening of just toeing that line between pain and pleasure, he was clearly keen for more and asked if I was available in a couple of weeks time. Well, what do you think I told him?