First lessons are always curious things. There’s a certain look men get when they walk into a room, half-eager, half-afraid, and I’ve learned to spot it. Jay had that look. As a caning escort in London, I’ve guided plenty of men through this doorway, but every time still feels different, like opening a fresh page. Tonight in Kensington, with Lizzie at my side — a fellow domination escort and a friend who knows how to laugh even when the cane is in play — the air felt charged before we’d even begun. And maybe that’s what I love most… it’s not the strike, it’s the stillness just before.
Before I ever became a London escort, I had already lived two years as a professional dominatrix. It never felt like a phase. If I am honest, it was closer to a calling. Tonight’s client, Jay, had asked to test his strength in that world, and I had agreed without hesitation. There is a special delight in showing someone what you love, letting them glimpse that inner flame.
We met in my Kensington flat — a space I kept ready for nights like this. Everything had its place, every object waiting. Jay arrived exactly on time, a small thing but one I valued. Lizzie, another domination escort and a friend I trusted, had come earlier. I did not often invite others into my sessions, but there are moments where demonstration is the best teacher, and Lizzie knew the cane as well as anyone.
We began on the couch, the three of us, just talking. I wanted to hear what had brought him here.
“What sparked this interest for you?” I asked gently, curious rather than interrogating.
He gave a half-shrug. “I suppose I’ve always been a little submissive. My exes… they were usually the bossy type.” His laugh caught, nervous, before he added, “And I’ve been watching a lot of things online. BDSM, mostly.”
I smiled at him, deliberately soft. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Curiosity is honest. Anything in particular you’d like to explore?”
“Caning,” he answered, without hesitation.
Lizzie’s eyes met mine across the room. She adored this type of play, and in truth, she had even more experience than I did in it. That made her the perfect model. We agreed on boundaries quickly — no marks beyond the night, no broken skin, only the taste of discipline, not the aftermath.
When Lizzie took her place, she was already glowing with anticipation. I guided her through a count, steady and slow, each number a marker in the air. I let Jay see it all — the way anticipation changes a body, the way each stroke deepens presence. Lizzie’s voice carried through the room, her numbers steady at first, then quivering with demand. “Harder,” she urged at one point, laughing at my raised brow. Even in play, she always wanted more.
I glanced at Jay. His eyes were wide, drinking it in, caught between awe and desire. For a moment, the room felt very still, save for the rhythm of breath and the sharp punctuation of sound.
When it was his turn, I guided him forward. “Start with your hand,” I told him, placing his palm just so, showing him the angle. His first attempt left him staring at his own hand as though it had created fire. That sense of wonder is one of my favourite moments — the instant someone realises they can cross that threshold.
Later, I placed a lighter cane in his hand, one suited for a beginner. His movements were clumsy at first, but eagerness has its own charm. Lizzie teased him with every stroke until, finally, she called a safe word, laughing as she reached for water. “Another minute and I’d have melted,” she joked, eyes sparkling.
Jay looked at her, then at me, as if trying to piece together a hidden code. “People really… you know, enjoy this?”
Lizzie grinned. “Of course. More than you’d believe.”
I only shrugged. “Most people find release in surrender. The punishment is just the path to it.”
He nodded, eyes shining now, no trace of hesitation left.
“Ready to try yourself?” I asked, keeping my tone light but deliberate.
His answer came not in words, but in the way he leaned forward, eager and unguarded.
If this taste of caning lessons with a domination escort in Kensington leaves you restless, you’ll want to see what happens when the power is shared. Two voices, two tempers, one man caught between them. Slip into the story of Duo Domination in a Mayfair Hotel Room and decide for yourself whether double the control is too much… or exactly enough.