The most exciting parties are the ones where you have to wait to be told the venue at the very last minute. I like to travel around the capital to see how they live in the super posh Mayfair or even my neighbours in Belgravia. Not only do my clients live in expensive places, but they also know some fabulous people, and my client likes to mix with high-profile people.
Some of my client’s friends hold these fetish parties in their trendy South Kensington apartments. He introduced me to get into things before we hit public gatherings.
What I like about myself is that I am an open-minded person, and I’m always up for a late-night party. Plus, nothing seems to faze me. It’s probably just as well seen that it’s most certainly a case of ‘what happens in private, stays private’. I love a fetish party; the beauty of the fetish with a twist is to understand that it’s not all dungeons and darkness; it’s about following the correct etiquette and thoughtful respect for what you are taking part in.
I don’t conform to the conventional life, and fetishism is an utterly fabulous way to express myself. I always look forward to pencilling my particular fetish client in for another exciting outcall appointment.
You should always benefit from anything delightful, pursue pleasure to the fullest, and not hold back. This world is about trying out the unusual or unknown and making your life more fruitful.
So, all I need to think about tonight is what on earth I should wear or not wear. Should I mix latex with pearls or leather with diamonds? I know. I may mix my client and his friend Monique.
