A Night-out at London’s FemDom Night: Club Pedestal

I spent a wonderful evening (Jan 2004), at the second ever Club Pedestal held at The Glasshouse. It’s described by their website as ‘A playground for the dominant woman, and those who worship her.’

I also attended their inaugural event held last October 2003 at Rio’s club in central London and so, seem to be onto a winning theme as the only uniquely FemDom fetish club that is adhering to strict protocols.  It was indeed the perfect environment for me to strut around in public with some of my dominant friends including Mistress Electra A’more & Lady Nina Birch.

The club provides ‘house slaves’ (identified by their red collars) who are there to make themselves useful. I took full advantage of a few, having my feet massaged, my boots thoroughly tongue-cleaned and then properly shined up by an official bootboy. I aided another friend, Mistress Patricia, pinning down her slave by placing my heavy platform boots onto his hands while he was on all fours acting as a footstool for her. Bored, I speared my stiletto heels into the backs of his hands and to our amusement, we ignored his cries as we chatted. Several slaves approached me during the evening requesting to worship me in one way or another and when the mood took me, I decided that one very polite and lucky slave who had asked to kiss my boots would be my chosen victim for a little stress relief.

I decided that the honour of licking my boots could only be a reward for a suitable test of endurance and pain. I attached a collar and lead to his neck and dragged him over to the play area. After securing him to a frame I pulled down his pants and gave him twenty strokes with my red signal whip. By the time I had finished his thrashing, his bottom was a delightful shade of crimson. I released him from the bondage and directed him to my boots, where he kissed and licked with great enthusiasm. As he did so my friend Nina hand spanked him some more and scraped her long red fingernails across his cheeks. Just a little encouragement for his task in hand.  He spent the rest of the evening groveling at my feet and fetching me drinks from the bar. A club where slaves truly know their place – and well, all Mistresses need to de-stress every now and again…
Club Pedestal

Gallery from The Glasshouse  Jan 2004