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This is our Club Domina review page. I would like to thank everyone who has taken the time to write reviews. Every Club is only as good as its Members we are very lucky as we have such a friendly open minded bunch.   To write your own review Please Click here    Brian

Kinky Miss X Club Domina is a well-established members only event and is held each Sunday from 8.30pm to 12.30am at a Private Members' Club in Manor House, North London (Manor House tube station, Piccadilly Line). As its name suggests, Club Domina celebrates the Domina and is primarily for couples (Domina and male sub), single females and male submissive, although single men are permitted in manageable numbers as fodder for humiliation, beating and Domina worship. Offering a secure environment with a closed-door policy and hands-on management, Club Domina is an ideal event for the single woman visitor, and for the poor carless folk, there is a taxi rank close to hand. The venue itself is a strict members-only private venue and interested parties must not simply turn up but should apply for an invitation and membership details at the club's own Web site - UK Applicants are invited for a free visit at which they can then apply for lifetime membership for a most charitable fee of £10, with subsequent visits being free to couples and single women on a Wednesday, Fridays and Sundays. Couples entry on a Saturday is £10 .Please note that many of these events are not fetish but for the sexually open-minded, if you catch my drift. Fetish events include Club Domina each Sunday,. It is a rarity to find a venue for fetish sin on Sunday in London, so Club Domina does somewhat corner the market. On a typical Sunday, one might go to church, devour a roast dinner, snooze, walk the dog and then settle down to an evening of mind-numbing television, but I do wholeheartedly recommend discarding the last item on the list and indulging oneself in an extra ration of fetish filth at Club Domina instead. The venue is small and cosy (or poky, depending on one’s perspective) with a maximum intake of 150 fetishists. It is an exceedingly cheap night out in terms of club entry fee, drinks are at pub prices and there is rumour of a buffet. A submissive of a buffet was in attendance on my visit; it appeared to be suffering from famine and languished on a table near the toilets. For closet fetishists it should be pointed out that there is no changing room, the cloakroom consists of a coat rail that is selfish with its hangers and the storage area for personal belongings consists of the floor space beneath this { although bags and coats can be stored behind the Bar on Request } Club Domina caters for the exercise of the power of the Domina and her worship by an entourage of male submissive. A hard core of dominatrices is in regular attendance and mercifully, they do not make the mistake of taking themselves too seriously. Boasting an older crowd of dominatrices, scantily clad submissive males and glamorous TVs, Club Domina is perhaps not to the taste of the post-modern rubber clique of fetishists but a club for the common-or-garden BDSM player. The dress code is fetish, although this is quite relaxed and a pair boxer shorts was present at my visit. Dominant and submissive newcomers are most welcome to watch, worship, be worshipped, whip or be whipped. The key words here are ‘play’ and ‘fun’, and if you are up for it then it will be up for you. A word of warning, however, to the submissive male eager to place himself in the hands of an unfamiliar Domina - beware the Domina who confuses brute force for skill in her flagellation performance piece. For all those present the night in question, you know to whom I refer… The main activity takes place in the centre of the club surrounded by tables, chairs and stools for comfortable voyeurism, but there are booths and alcoves at the extremities for whatever takes your fancy. The music is unobtrusive, so verbal humiliation can be heard and for lulls in action, there is a porn flick corner. The main arena is a dungeon area, or as I feel it should be termed, a dungeonette, consisting as it does of pillars with handcuffs and a sorry sight of a whipping bench staged on the middle of a wooden floor. However, what Club Domina lacks in hardware it certainly makes up for in the enthusiasm of the Domina membership that comes prepared to do battle with all manner of implements and body parts. It should also be noted that the contingent of submissive males does not fit the bothersome stereotype in their desperate attempts at servitude, for on my visit at least they engaged in sensible conversation and offered practical help to many a dominatrix in need. One particularly noteworthy event of the evening was face and body trampling delivered by a cooperative of Domina, both high heeled and stocking heeled. . A chiropodist of a foot worshipper offered complementary massage service to these foot-weary Domina. Folklore has it that the climax of an evening at Club Domina is the xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx { Sorry this paragraph has been censored although anyone who attends will soon discover what the club is Famous For } This particular evening the weather was a bitch and there were problems with the underground , yet though described by many as a ‘quiet’ night there was still plenty of action to be had. Club Domina is definitely what one makes of it. review first appeared on  Kinky Miss X own Web Site www.kinkymissx.com   Click here to return to Club Domina

Fuschia remembers her Childhood When I was a child one of my favourite stories was about a family of little people and the secret life they carried on beneath the very noses of humankind. Who else remembers the Borrowers and their cosy household: tiny beds made from empty matchboxes and all the goings on that never came to attention of the big people? Regularly, as my sister and I were turning the house upside down in search of lost PE kit, I would maintain a stout defence. In my infantile imagination that missing plimsoll had gone on to better things. I pictured my very own Borrowers sailing gaily down the Amazon, a tropical wind flapping as they hauled a grubby sock aloft, extra impetus provided by petite lolly-stick oars. One of the big disappointments of my move up to the Juniors was the final realisation that, unlike Bobby Brewster, I would never awake to find a talking vacuum cleaner had miraculously tidied my room as I slumbered. Even when I was abysmally late for school, I was not one of the Tomorrow People, and I had not the wherewithal to dematerialise and instantaneously transport myself. But I have always sort of hoped that there is some secret, more exotic world that co-exists alongside the more mundane one inhabited by us adults. And of course, in a way, there is! A perfect example of this secret world can be found any Sunday at Domina. The club takes place in a discreet venue, cheek by jowl with thriving North London bars and restaurants. On the night in question, our car was parked a short distance away and we tottered along the pavement. Did a head or two turn as our party passed by? Was that purple hair they saw? What pointy stilettos! Those women looked very. assertive. Was that man wearing a skirt? Before they could rub their eyes, and check the proof of that glass of Chardonnay, we were past and descending the stairs into the underworld. In the half-lit cavern that is this snug venue, a bunch of jolly fetish folk were ignoring the chilly November weather and happily airing their most intimate folds and crevices. Here, a smart riding crop. There, a pair of pointy glass slippers. That bench, just the thing for a sleepy lad to bend over for a quiet snooze. A cross, handy for some enforced callisthenics. And hey! LondonFetishScene's Jezebel, archetypal bad girl of lore, along with Jerm. Graciously, Mistress Feral accepted a cooling drink while Mercedes donned her corset. Meanwhile I received another lesson in trampolining from Mistress O and Ms Alexia (damn odd hobby for a girl, I feel). Imagine my surprise to find a man at the bottom of it all. wasn't how we learned it at school. Perhaps I had misheard slightly. Trampling, trampolining.such an easy mistake. Perhaps it was as well I didn't go for the triple pike somersault (not in such a short skirt, anyway). Club Domina is a very pleasant way to spend a Sunday evening. The pleasure of a drink or two with friends, surrounded by the naked and the naughty, is lent a certain frisson by its proximity to the upright burghers of London north, and reminds me that it is not just the Borrowers who live their secret lives behind our skirting boards and beneath our pavements. review first appeared at  The London Fetish Scene Web Site www.londonfetishscene.com/newsdesk/ViewArticle.asp?ArticleID=467   Click here to return to Club Domina

Ms Alexia is glad to be back from her holidays... After two glorious but vanilla weeks in the sun I was looking forward to popping down to my Sunday local, Club Domina, for a drink, some chitchat and some good BDSM play. With slave j as my chauffeur for the evening I stopped off to collect my dearest friend, Mistress O and after pre-play drinks, inspecting the work of her new house boy (and arranging for him to clean my windows the following week) we finally made our way to the club, which is in North London. Halfway down the stairs at Domina I had a dizzy spell brought on by the delicious sound of leather spanking bare buttocks - I steadied myself on slave j and gave him a knowing glance (well it had been two weeks). I had made arrangements to meet rubber slave in our usual alcove. I instructed him to sit quietly and await my arrival; he was to use the time to prepare to submit to my most cruel and unreasonable demands 'Yes, My Goddess'. He was waiting obediently as instructed dressed in his scariest red latex hood and black rubber cat suit to accessorise with my red and black stockings (picked up on a recent trip to Rotterdam). I collared him and he sank to the ground to demonstrate his devotion and servitude - at this rate I would have to pass him to Mistress O for reward and I would have to seek out some other wretch to torture. I placed him at my feet where he instantly began some long overdue foot worship. While slave j was dispatched for drinks I watched with great amusement the queue of subbie boys that had formed around us eager to serve. We of course ignored them and chatted about more dommie matters- comparing notes on breaking in new slaves, mental torment and of course house boys. It was time to check the goings on in the small but always busy play area. The delightful TV maid in her best frills and flounces was bent over the whipping bench receiving a paddling, I made a mental note to spank her myself later that evening - she is one of my favourites. A Mistress had chained a rather scrawny looking sub between the pillars at the end of the room and was administering some severe nipple torture whilst beating him with her crop - his whimpering was music to my ears! We exchanged pleasantries and I spotted slave boy sitting sheepishly in the dimly lit bar area. Slave boy is big and brawny and accepting of my most severe punishments. He was late, his excuse pathetic and I grew bored. I decided to watch the games for a while, nothing can make my spirits soar in quite the same way as watching some fortunate sub being trampled by 6'' heels 'oops did that hurt dear - sensitive around the balls are you' 'Yes Mistress, Thank you Mistress' - delectable! I returned to find the boy in the Basque (a rather cute and likeable slave) worshipping Mistress O's feet. I noticed she was using rubber slave as her chair so I joined her and planted my bum firmly on his chest. It was midnight and the slave with the small willie returned and begged us to laugh at him - it was, and we did ! He went away happy. I noticed rubber slave's breathing was somewhat laboured 'Are you suffering slave?' 'Yes My Goddess' I shifted my weight to ensure maximum discomfort - as I looked into his eyes - total submission - blissful! It was good to be home. Club Domina is a fem-domme private members club held every Sunday. Membership is by invitation or introduction only. The music is good and the atmosphere friendly and intimate. The dress code is fetish but be warned this is a players club and not for the fainthearted! review first appeared at The   London Fetish Scene Web Site www.londonfetishscene.com/newsdesk/ViewArticle.asp?ArticleID=340 Mistress Alexia   Click here to return to Club Domina

Hotwax's newbie experiences The following Tuesday I found myself at the Spot in Covent Garden to take in the incomparable Mistress O's comedy show. I had heard such good things about it and I wasn't to be disappointed. It was funny and entertaining and, after the show, upon chatting with Mistress O and Her harem of admirers, found myself invited to Club Domina the following Sunday night. Could it get any better I thought? Being naturally quite shy the thought of a club filled me with trepidation but what the hell, how could anyone turn down an invite from as delectable and charming a Domme as Mistress O most surely is. After being picked up by Darren, Mistress O's handsome and friendly slave, we travelled down to the club with me stuffed in the boot of his car. As I walked down the steps into the club I could hear the rhythmic sound of beating; and it wasn't the latest So Solid Crew track either! It was going to be an 'interesting' evening I thought. The people were all so friendly and Mistress O was the perfect host of course. She really looked after me and put me at ease. I was a little freaked at first, but after a while the sight of a man in shackles getting flogged by two enthusiastic Dommes seemed perfectly natural somehow. Strange how one's psyche can adjust to the strangest of environments, but seeing the funny side of it all seemed an important element in being able to accept the sights unfolding before me. I was sitting in the alcove taking it all in when Mistress Alexia came over and asked me with a delicious glint in Her eye what experience I had. This was not something I was expecting and after getting over the shock I muttered my pathetic list in a whimpering tone. 'How about CBT?' She asked. Who was I to argue? Thus, I found myself being led to the shackling posts at the bottom of the club and being told to 'pull it all down' as it were. Sensing my nervousness Mistress Alexia asked if I wanted to be blindfolded which I agreed to at once. Now being in this position knowing complete strangers were looking is indeed a weird sensation, but, being such an excellent exponent of Her art form it was no time at all before I was relaxed and wallowing in the feeling of helplessness. Which brings me to what I think, in my limited experience, is the most important element in BDSM, and that's trust. Having chatted and getting such a good vibe off Her I felt at ease. Mentally I felt able to let go and enjoy myself. As weights were tied to me and a tantalising spanking was administered, I was able to forget any inhibitions and enter my own little world. I doubt I could have done so with someone I did not like or respect. Whispering words were delivered in my ears and before I knew it the enchanting experience had ended. God, I ached for more, but I chided myself and thought how lucky I had been! A few drinks more and the night was over. I had such fun and the sheer friendliness of people in the club added to what was already a brilliant experience. www.londonfetishscene.com/newsdesk/ViewArticle.asp?ArticleID=670   Click here to return to Club Domina

Club Domina by Zee I arrive very very late at Alexia's since, in an effort to please, I have been flitting through my "Dummy's guide to that big metal thing with a telly on top", "Pervs guide to servant-side communication", "Javascript for the Sadist" , "Dungeon Applets" and "Macrame for the modern masochist". I am sternly ordered into the back seat whereupon I am scolded and told to shut it. We head off for Club Domina, which I am informed is where the CBT will take place. Even though I realise it is rather an odd name for a night school, I say nothing for fear of being put in the boot. We are soon there and I am taken down into the venue. I have often heard of this place and have always been surprised by the many contrasting descriptions I receive.I am very pleasantly surprised by both the décor and the warmth, both in terms of physical heat and the kindness with which I am greeted. It is quiet tonight, I am informed, and I wonder whether it is anything to do with the sheer volume of fetish events one can attend these days. Whilst at the bar, I take the opportunity to survey the scene. My eyes are attracted by a beautifully silent and lithe Domme who is seated knowingly on her thronel. Was that a smile on her stunning ebony face? It can't be. I make a note to go to the optician and stop worshipping Onan. There is indeed a penchant towards minimalism when it comes to dungeoncraft in here, but there again, I do love improvisation. In the middle of the main area there is just a small whipping bench whilst, at the far end of the room, a "tie your slave up here" point. To my right there is a raised section that has some easy chairs and tables, and I notice to my left that there are a few well-positioned alcoves. Wow! The drinks are affordable too! It is not long before people start to arrive. I go to talk with some familiar faces; people who, like myself, have "been on one" this weekend. We swap views and share laughs. Mistress O arrives with slave d wearing nothing but a most exquisite of virginal white taffeta tutu-like undergarments. "Very nice, but we are going to have to do something about those odd socks and brown sneakers, aren't we dear?" she teases. Ever the talkative one, he nods and smiles. Now, it is obvious that this is very much a "player-oriented" club, which is great. And as the place fills up it's "shakey hand men time! Bansai!" But I don't care. I am only here for a 'puter course after all. I look for a Lap Top without much success due to the tightening of immigration rules, but do see some poor, poor, poor boys getting a slight warming up over the bench by the resident Dommes. Feeling left out of the fun, Alexia tells me it is time to get out my floppy and boot up the system. I am totally surprised, honestly, when I am over the bench with my bottom in the air, not knowing my cmos from my scsii but getting a very nice caning indeed. I cam sort of make out some laughter in the background and am told, when I return to earth, that someone set light to their shirt by mistake. Apparently he does it often! Must save a fortune on his heating bills! I settle near the bar, smiling like a Cheshire cat on "e", but it is not long before I am hauled off to an alcove for some alleged computer based training and macrame work. There are some guys nearby and one just in front of me who are obviously an the "man management course". Now, personally I really don't mind if it is not within my immediate vision and affecting my play, but he is. I give him "a look" even from within my subspace, and he flaccidly concedes and goes out of view. Now that, I seriously do like. Respect for others' head space - no pun intended. Alexia and I test out some A-level physics and try to calculate the swing of the pendulum. Now if we were just to make that a bit heavier? Yes. I like physics! We test out leverage by using my nipples as fulcrums. Now if we were to tug a little bit harder? I like fulcrums! We also try to hang Alexia's washing out to dry.. What, no laundry? Shame to waste all those clothes pegs though, isn't it? I like laundry! Alexia is grinning evilly. She really has got me by the short and curlies and one move could well, except for one tiny, tiny thing (No, I don't mean "that", Evil G! Stop laughing!) I have no short and curlies! The washing is dry and I am soon on the floor and about to give some overdue foot worship to Alexia and O. Some guy is whispering in my ear: "I don't know what your name is, mate, but you are one fucking lucky bastard." I smile in agreement before I am physically unable. After a while, I am left forlorn as Alexia goes off to play with a boy who has flown all the way from Edinburgh tonight just to come here. It is his first time at a club, I discover later on, and he is so glad he made the effort. In the meantime, I fumble for words as I pathetically try to initiate a conversation with the beautiful Domme who was bethroned when I first arrived. She is standing right next to me smiling and all I can say is: "I've not seen you at any other clubs before. Is this a regular club of yours?" Arrggggh! I cringe. I am a big girls' blouse and am acting like a certain acquaintance of mine was just a few hours earlier! She replies, with a smirk the size of a Heathrow heist,"Oh well, I've seen you around." And that is it! I make a mental note to stick the "Beano Book of Conversational Gambits" in the bin. Never mind. I will get a better one when I get an up-to-date dictionary of acronyms. Computer based training my arse or should I sa my knob? Tee hee! I stay talking to Mistress O at the bar for a while and watch her do the infamous "shakey nose with foot" routine in true Bansai fashion. I love it. I continue to peruse and am glad to see that a lot of "light play" has been initiated. I like lights - being a switch. Oh no! It cannot be. Surely. I am sad that the venue has to close relatively early, but there again it does start early! I am really beginning to warm to this place. It is a great "night-school". The crowd here all seem to know each other well. They are seemingly very friendly and not cliquey in the least. Hopefully, if I am invited again, I will be back with more weights, more clothes pegs and a month's worth of laundry at least!! We leave to the airs of the ''Nutcracker suite'' . Bansai! www.londonfetishscene.com/newsdesk/ViewArticle.asp?ArticleID=623   Click here to return to Club Domina

Domina in the big city by Kiwi I have been invited to attend the club Domina before but have never had the time or means to get there. My weekend started on Friday in the afternoon really, my playroom was booked by 2 mistresses so I had to make sure everything was clean and ready for them. Afterwards friends turned up so we just had to have a play. Saturday was a private party where Elvis made a guest appearance (George from the clubs) - you can see the pics from the night on my own site. I didn't get back from the party until lunch time Sunday and without being able to drive anywhere, as the car is having a new engine put in it, I wasn't sure what I was going to be doing. Well I got picked up by a very nice cpl that have become close friends (very close friends if u know what I mean)John &  Cathy haven't been to Domina for some time and were very glad when I said OK let's all go together. So I made sure my slave was here at my place in plenty of time which basically meant she could do the house work that needed doing and I could get some well deserved rest. So we all set off about 9ish john and I in the front of the van and the sluts in the back caged up like dogs (hahaha at least they know their place, Just kidding). Now Domina is in the north of London so it took some navigating - any further north and I regard it as Scotland as I live in the south of London. But at least I was comfortable in the front of the van. The club owners made sure I could get in the club by entering through the back (mmmmmm the back got me excited before I even got there) They made me feel very welcome. For those of you that have not been there the club is down a set of steps. The price for entry is £10 for single guys and free for cpls which I thought was very fair. They have a anything goes policy and believe me when I say anything goes it did, And what I found out drinks are cheap as they have or seem to have only 2 prices for drinks. Now the venue is small which also seems to work rather well, the music is not too loud and is on cd and not DJ run, although the club is more dominantly BDSM its not too much in your face. What did I see for starters, well on the floor all night was a T.V maid tied up and slaves being punished. All were wearing fetish, more black fetish, rubber and PVC but a lot of spanking, there was a sub being severely punished at one point but he did get to relieve himself or should that be the mistress relieved him as he was wanked all over her lovely chest, then I made my slave lick up every drop that was on her tits (fuckin' lovely to watch). At one piont there was a young man bent over a bench with a small lady sitting on him whipping away like she was riding a race horse (Lester Piggott couldn't have rode him any faster). After a cpl of glasses of coke (and that was drink u know I don't do anything else but smoke) I made way up to all the action where everyone ensured I was able to see. For a small venue everyone doesn't crowd you in and make you feel like you're stuck in a can of tuna. I was sitting in my wheelchair, now I need to describe the picture so bear with me. I'm sitting at one end of the more open spaces facing everyone, at the other end is a friend that we have this slagging each other off type of friendship (we are good friends so don't take this the wrong way). He yells some smart insult to me and I return a comment along the line of shut up you old boring fart, this goes on for a few minutes then he rushes over to me to say (laughing his head off) Some bloke said to him how can you talk and slag a bloke off who is in a wheelchair are you to going to have a fight or something. Well that just had the two off us in stitches, as my friend and his other half don't see me in a wheelchair and I really appreciate that. So after calming down from my fits of laughter I had my slave and now new slave as Cathy said to call her (more like she had no choice in the matter) I had them together, Cathy bent over the bench with my slave standing in front her, whipping the hell out of Cathy in front of everyone. Now I'm not so much into the enjoyment of spanking or whipping but what the hell give it a go, so I did. How the fuck do you guys do it my arm was bloody arcking afterwards, mind you I must admit Cathy does like it hard (hard, fuck me she doesn't know the meaning of the word). I spanked, slapped, whipped, and beat the living daylights out of her and she still had the indecency to laugh as another lady friend pointed out and seem to take great pleasure out of letting me know Cathy was laughing. Well that blew it I was thrown right off concentration so I stopped there. What I wasn't expecting was the clapping ovation I received from everyone standing around us watching. (Thank you to those of you that were there). Later on I placed both the sluts in front of me and gave them a good fingering which had them cuming and gushing all over the floor (mop please, or a sign saying slippery floor). I found it so funny when I was asked if this bloke could rent one of my slaves or buy one of them for the evening. God what do you say, I could be on to a little earner there hahaha. Anyway on this occasion the club was closing earlier than most as it was Sunday so I said goodbye to our hosts and as a treat I got to suck on the nipples of our female host for the evening which was an honour. I was told that she very rarely lets this happen and I didn't even have to ask. Now being a tit man that made sure I am going to be definitely going back. As the club needs not to advertise you will find them near Manor House but that's all I can say . So home we went but the evening or now morning didn't stop there. Playtime for me was now really going to start but hey that's for me, you don't want to hear about that now do you (ha ha ha) LMAO Here sorry but some things I do keep to myself. Lots of Hugs, kisses, tongues, fingers and more, the sexually perverted crazy Kiwi xxx review first appeared at   The London Fetish Scene Web site www.londonfetishscene.com/newsdesk/ViewArticle.asp?ArticleID=340   Click here to return to Club Domina