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Come to FemDom Ball 2024 and become one with the matriarchal society. It was a night to remember for two Bondara newbies, your close encounter with this highly exclusive event.
back to the ball
This is my second time attending a FemDom dance party; new venue, new colleagues, new outfits. It’s not often that we spend glamorous evenings with sex toys, so of course I accepted Mrs. Caramel’s invitation.
Out of an abundance of caution, the address for tonight’s gathering was emailed to attendees only a few days ago. Our destination is an impressive conference hall housed in a Grade I listed building. As I waited to enter, I couldn’t help but appreciate the sweet irony of this choice. There is no doubt that this place has been celebrating human achievements for hundreds of years. It would now house dozens of Dominators who would hold these men at their feet.
There is a strict dress code: ladies must wear elegant ball gowns, while boys are expected to wear suits and gimp masks. They must remain masked for the first hour and can only take it off with permission. At the door, Miss Tess, wearing a gorgeous blue floor-length dress, is acting as the enforcer. Last year, Mrs. Caramel wasn’t happy with the rule-breaking. Any violators will be turned away this year. One of them is, but not from Bundala.
killer queen
The lady herself was present. Mrs. Caramel, the undisputed queen bee, resplendent in red, warmly welcomed us with her unique charm, “My ladies of Bundala!”. My concerns that my colleagues might be overwhelmed quickly disappeared. Miss Annie Tito directed guests to a table, and as we walked in I heard the siren announce her arrival. I had to restrain myself from getting into a double panic. I’ve had a bit of a crush on her ever since she opened The Nest in Cardiff.
Marisol, our new content writer, is offline! Wearing a sparkling dress, she shuttles like a fairy from one new friend to another. It’s not surprising that someone would give her a course in domination. First, we meet Phoenix, an industry legend widely recognized at DomCon. Alongside her stood a familiar face from last year, Ms. Laura, who exuded a femme fatale energy that made me feel like I was in the presence of Rita Hayworth.
That’s Sofia True over there! Also, porcelain Victoria. Matriarch Ezada Sinn and her partner Giada Da Vinci, of course. Maîtresse Nuit sat chatting with Ms. Morrigan Hel and Ms. Courtney. At our table we met Nanny M and Miss Jane from the “adult baby” nursery Happy2Nappy. Yes, it’s not just leather-clad sadists in attendance tonight (not that Nanny M doesn’t have a whipper ready somewhere…). Fem Dommes from Sweden, the Netherlands, Portugal, the United States, Colombia and the Philippines come from all over the world to share and celebrate their divine femininity at the FemDom Ball.
Submissive men lined the walls or followed dutifully behind their mistresses. You might think this is weird, but they pay for the privilege and are happy to serve as a walking wallet or clutch at night.
Who rules the world? Girls!
Lady Scarlett was the master of ceremonies, or rather mistress Ritual, let us be quiet. She stood before us all, looking like a stern headmistress. Only I knew she could easily whip out the whip if we delayed too long. Her role had been announced before the ball, and I scrolled through her Twitter account. The contrast between her voice and the knowledge that she regularly had needles inserted into her scrotum was incredible.
Next came the first entertainment act of the evening: stunning flamenco dancers. Elegant, beautiful and powerful, she embodies the essence of FemDom Ball. Her delicate gestures and foot stomps echoed through the halls, taking us all dancing with her. Sometimes I feel a pang of sympathy when her heels make a thunderous crack on the wooden floor – God help the understudy who got in the way of that footwork!
There was a brief interlude in preparation for the next event, but not before Ezada cracked the whip with ease and only came from location practice. She immediately shooed the men out of the hall, leaving the ladies to mingle and wonder what the matriarch had in store for us. A few minutes later, they streamed in again and chanted the obedience mantra three times to the hushed crowd.
“With respect, obedience and love, I serve and adore the woman who guides my life.”
I had never seen this before and I was surprised at how real some of these subs were. Yes, many people pay for the privilege of accompanying their mistresses, but remember, some of these men are life partners. As he took the oath, his eyes were locked on his mistress, and even beneath the mask, you could see his absolute devotion to her. I’m quite envious.
Go Go Go Fashion Baby
Next, we visited the Amentium Latex fashion show. Like last year, all models participated in the Dommes. I’m not usually a latex fan, but everyone looks great. Vivienne Veinne designed a pink piece that’s kind of like our faux fur sheer robe, but with a bigger “I just killed my millionaire husband” vibe. Our social media manager, Barbarella, and I are kind of in love.
If the first batch was feminine, the second batch was not at all demure. Not just your standard black latex miniskirt; some of the harnesses look like armor. In another photo, a tangle of glowing white threads appears ethereal in motion. I wouldn’t dare guess what their retail price is.
After another pause and the end of the first hour, the substitutes now all “take off their hoods” and file into the bar like ants to await their queen. More socializing, more chatting, I almost forgot this was a professional event. Then again, there are only so many ways to punish a substitute with a pair of hands! However, to prove it’s a small world, we spoke to Ms. Sophie. It turns out that she once worked near the Bundala warehouse!
Unexpectedly, the lights dimmed, the seats were quickly filled, and a door creaked open. The submarine was placed on a chaise longue, followed by an emerald and gilded Medusa. The energy in the room was one of anticipation. We had ourselves and the room, listening with rapt attention to the spoken word performance. “They called me monster”, the story of Medusa revolves around any woman who refuses to be meek or gentle. He refused to obey and was warned. It is so powerful that Vivian’s Medusa is like Cleopatra, lifted above them all for all to see.
sisters do things for themselves
Finally, we came to the charity raffle. This year’s chosen charity is SASH (Sexual Health Support and Advice). As a vital source of non-judgmental and confidential support, their work includes providing resources for sex workers from clinics to counseling to tax advice. Yes, Domes pays taxes.
Prizes vary and include course vouchers for Lady Caramel’s dungeon, fetish photos, shopping trips to bondage boutiques and more. As we do every year, Bondara donated several items as prizes. However, as much as I love our products, I pray we don’t take them home. No, I focus on a beautiful copy Venus in fursan iconic story of female domination and Barbarella lusting after Dorsey.
One hundred and twenty…” I hold my breath every time I hear a number. Please don’t use the E-Stim P-Spot Massager, I don’t need it!
“…Eight.” Phew. The Dommes seemed delighted to leave with Bondara products, especially the patterned bondage straps. Unfortunately, that wasn’t my day and I didn’t win anything. Ah well, at least we all got a goodie bag!
Let’s hear the girls’ voices
To end the night celebrating sisterhood, the Phoenix Lady took the microphone and presented the Kink Lifetime Achievement Award Ambassador to Ezada Siin and, of course, Ms. Caramel, for their leadership and continued contributions to the Kink community.
Mrs. Caramell organized the FemDom Ball, mentored many Dommes and gained legendary status in the community, earning a standing ovation. She didn’t like the speech, she waved the microphone away, but then and posted her words of gratitude online..
A little early, the ladies and their companions exit the femdom dance. Of course, some people went to their hotels to catch an early flight, while others started their journey home. However, many people gathered at the nearest roadside to take taxis to the after-party.
The party begins
A charming gentleman offered us a spare seat in his Uber. Unfortunately, there were only two seats and the three of us, so we prepared to walk to the venue. Then, prompted by a throwaway joke from Marisol, he offered to walk so there would be plenty of room! Was he being a gentleman, or did we give him some secret satisfaction in helping three stranded ladies?
Down a quiet alley, a bodyguard waited at the door. We walked down the stairs to the exclusive basement cocktail bar. I had read about what happened when Bondara attended the after-party and was prepared for anything. However, the night was still young and the two empty sex benches I could see were enough of an indication of what was about to happen.
The music was filled with female energy, with Domez dancing to “Get the Party Started” while their understudy bought them drinks. The Phoenix Goddess strode by with a glowing whip, looking like she was in the middle of an orgy. Mrs. Caramel reappears in a Barbie pink latex dress; some elegant ladies have achieved this transformation. If the beginning of the evening is stressed female In FemDom Ball, night is undoubtedly the domain of women Dom.
Girls just want to have fun
One song faded into another, Cyndi Lauper’s “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” filling the club as Marisol and Barbarella Barbarella) gets ready to dance. Meanwhile, I sat chatting with the goddess Dealana, one of the Dom family who participated in the fashion show and looked like a living Egyptian goddess. I watched as another cocktail was served in honor of the chosen woman. Moments like this remind me why I love working for Bondara.
In front of our table, two handy subs were assembling a St. Andrew’s Cross – had we been able to stay longer, we would have had a front-row seat. But the carriage is calling these Cinderellas and it’s time to go home. We walked into the night with gift bags in hand, sadly thinking that we would miss the burlesque performance of goddess Gina, but we are already looking forward to next year’s show.
Everyone at Bondara would like to thank Mrs. Caramel again for inviting us to the FemDom dance and after-party.
If your interest has been piqued and you want to explore your kinky side, book your session at Lady Caramel’s Bayswater Dungeon, London Dungeon Suites or the newly opened Essex Dungeon. Equipped with everything a Dom could want, these stylish suites provide a safe space to practice a variety of BDSM games with confidence.
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