Ah London. My second home. I lived in East London for university and have so many wonderful memories attached to the area.

I arrived in London on Wednesday, giving myself time to settle in at the Courthouse Hotel, right in the heart of Shoreditch.

The area has a bit of grit, but honestly it’s young, stylish and fairly glossy now. It’s the kind of place where you can get a good brunch in the morning, vintage shop all afternoon, and end up at a fun bar in the evening without trying too hard.

Wandering down Redchurch Street, popping into my local pub, grabbing bites near Brick Lane, felt like gallivanting through my old stomping grounds.

Very full circle. Especially considering I started my kink journey in London.

What is Fetish Weekend London?

Fetish Weekend London is a multi-day immersion into kink culture: part social gathering, part performance showcase, part community-building experience.

There are themed parties, workshops, shopping events, meet-and-greets, and plenty of opportunity to connect, play, observe, or simply exist in a space where kink is normalized and celebrated.

This was the first year, organized by Mistress Tess and Madame Caramel - they should be incredibly proud.

Pulling off something of this scale, with this level of turnout and energy, is no small feat. It felt intentional, stylish, and full of potential. I truly hope this is the first of many.

The Hotel:

The Courthouse Hotel Shoreditch was extremely convenient. It was walking distance to basically every event, and surrounded by some of my favorite spots: Dishoom Shoreditch, Pizza East, The Well and Bucket, and of course the iconic Beigel Bake Brick Lane Bakery.

Some of the downsides: Some parts were a bit rundown. The bathroom handle broke. The robes were a little tired. The heat didn’t work (and it was cold). Our room also faced the main road and was loud.

That said, I personally found the staff lovely and helpful—though I know others had mixed experiences.

There’s also a decent sauna/steam room downstairs, which I absolutely took advantage of.

Would stay again, just on the quieter side of the building.

Hoe note: this hotel requires key cards.

Thursday

Thursday started strong.

A morning session with one of my London regulars - fun, playful, a little messy (in the best way). Then I rushed over to a private shopping event at Charmskool’s flagship store.

They really do have one of the best selections of kinkwear. Shopping with friends and sipping bubbly was exactly the kind of indulgent start I wanted.

Later, my partner Collar Boy landed, but instead of heading straight into the scheduled events (we missed the kinky bus tour and cocktails meet-and-greet), we went to see my old university friends.

One of them was only briefly in London before returning to Iran, escaping to London briefly during an incredibly volatile and dangerous time (as we all are aware). I managed to catch him before his journey back.

It was grounding. Emotional. Bittersweet. I hope he made it back safely and continues to exist safely in his homeland.

Friday

Friday is when things really began.

Collar Boy, Nikki Brooks , Miss Roper and I had breakfast at my favorite café (Franz and Evan’s) on Redchurch Street then split off to shop. London truly has the best little boutiques.

That evening was the Fetish Ball. We dressed in classic black latex fetish wear.

As soon as Collar Boy and I walked in, we grabbed a drink and started saying our hellos. At one point, he struck up a conversation with a very handsome man. We’ll call him S.

This is something I deeply appreciated:

Collar boy quietly vetted him for me.

No announcement. Just subtle observation—reading energy, gauging intention, making sure he was someone I would feel comfortable engaging with.

By the time I joined them, that silent approval was already there.

S was wearing a beautiful leather look - chiseled, handsome, but also warm. Easy to talk to. Respectful. I have a soft spot for pretty boys. What can I say.

We chatted briefly before dispersing, and I didn’t see him again that night, but the impression lingered.

The vibe of the evening was excellent. Everyone was well dressed. The cocktail bar was actually good (lychee martini… yum) I enjoyed lots of catching up with other Mistresses and friends. It’s always a pleasure to see Damazonia, Lady Electra, and Ariana Chevalier with Phillip Chevalier.

Vivian Darkbloom put on a wild, very creepy performance- infected co-performers, an “epidemic doctor,” revival through kink. Very theatrical.

Play itself was relatively light, but the energy was good.

We danced, drank, and after-partied until 5am.

Vivian Darkbloom getting ready for her performance.

Saturday

Saturday started slowly (as expected), but I still made it out to brunch with uni friends near London Fields.

That night’s theme: Cool Britannia.

I wore a blue latex gown. Collar boy mixed latex with a tux. And this was, without question, the pinnacle of the weekend.

Friday was the warm-up. Saturday was when everything clicked.

It’s fun to walk into a room where you already know people. The walls come down. The energy opens up.

with Collarboy

There was a young, green, 20-year-old sub there, visiting from upstate New York. It was her first fetish event ever, and she was attending alone!

I was genuinely impressed. And I saw myself in her…my first event was also in London so I offered to give her a proper introduction with a small flogging scene.

I felt honored to give her that first real experience, and to be part of the beginning of what could be a very expansive journey for her.

And then… there was a moment that’s worth talking about.

At one point, I made the decision to loan Collar Boy out to another lady (Domme) for a bit of playful interaction. Something I very much encourage, when done within clear boundaries and mutual respect.

What followed crossed a line.

When she returned him to me, she casually explained that she had demanded he buy her and her friend flights to visit us Miami, and that she would be angry with him if he didn’t. I think she was trying to be flirty and cheeky, but that is not how it landed. I was immediately livid.

Findom is a hard limit for me with my partner, and this was in clear violation of that boundary. Frankly, it’s never appropriate to engage in findom play (without prior negotiation) with someone else’s sub at a pick-up-play, lifestyle event.

And this wasn’t just a random sub. This is my partner. My primary dynamic. Our resources are shared.

Now, to be fair she apologized immediately when my energy shifted. I was later told she had been drinking and dealing with personal issues

I’ll also take responsibility where it’s mine.

I handed him off without properly vetting her. Without setting clear expectations. Without ensuring alignment.

And he, like many subs, struggled to advocate in the moment, not wanting to disappoint or create conflict.

So while the situation wasn’t ideal, it was instructive.

A reminder that even in experienced spaces: Boundaries don’t communicate themselves.

A Missed Connection… and a Return

A bit earlier in the evening , just before Collar Boy got handed off, I reconnected with S.

This time, he was in a latex femme look - heels, red mani/pedi, tight dress. And honestly? Even sexier than before.

We picked up right where we left off.. an effortless connection. He knelt, gave me a foot massage, a bit of worship. We talked, played lightly, enjoyed the moment. Our time together was brief but I hope we’ll have a chance to reconnect.

Sunday

Sunday was the Femdom High Tea.

I performed my balloon popping act, then stayed to enjoy tea and finger sandwiches (delicious, by the way. Her caterer is kink-friendly, which I love).

I had a moment to connect with Mistress Tess and properly congratulate her. Because truly, she carried this weekend. The level of coordination, presence, and care required to execute something like this is immense. And she did it with grace.

w/ Mistress Tess at the Femdom High Tea event on Sunday

Final Thoughts

London Fetish Weekend was a success. It was dynamic and full of potential.

If I had notes for next year I’d love more venue variety, more seating or lounge areas and continued expansion of activities as demand grows.

But those are refinements, not criticisms. Because the foundation is strong.

For me, personally this was more than an event. It was a return to where I began. A reminder of who I’ve become. And a glimpse into what’s next.

London… you still have me.

Reflection: Fetish Weekend London