The London Lock Up is a fantastic, totally different experience which I would encourage anybody to try. I would recommend that anybody going there books at least 4 hours ( I did the half day 6 hour session), as it is a real 'slow burner', in which the atmosphere, tension, and sense of anticipation builds to a crescendo.
Upon arrival I was taken down to an extremely atmospheric basement dungeon and ordered to strip. I was then handcuffed and left alone for a while ( one very quickly loses sense of time in the Lockup) to ponder what was to come. The tension is heightened by being able to hear Miss Kitty and Goddess Cleo moving around outside, dealing with the other slaves, and planning what they are going to do to you.
After a period of time (difficult to tell exactly how long) the Ladies came back and moved me through two other areas of confinement; a small cupboard, and a cage that I would guess was a an old fireplace, complete with floor to ceiling metal bars, all the time whilst being handcuffed.
The teasing and punishment gradually built up throughout the afternoon, reaching a climax back in the original room where I had been imprisoned. Here I was caged, tied up, caned , flogged , spat on, and tickled in a glorious climax to the day.
The Lockup is a superb experience, and throughout the entire 6 hours I felt completely safe and secure. Miss Kitty and Goddess Cleo ask many questions at the outset about any medical conditions, phobias, etc that one may have, and take great care of you throughout the entire day (apart from thoroughly abusing you of course !). Great care is taken by the Ladies to ensure that one never has contact with the other slaves, and one is even allowed a 20 minute leg-stretch and refreshments.
All in all, a really fantastic experience, which I would say "Go for" to anyone!
David
Most importantly the safety issues have been thought through. The Dominatrices are professional, honest hard working and as human as you can expect Goddesses to be! You will get what the website promises and a little more, but don't read anything extra into the descriptions. I attended for 6 hours which was over after what felt like 4. Feelings ranged from elation, excitement, arousal, helplessness, frustration, self pity and yearning for Goddess Cleo to return. You will be asked for your limits, but I suggest writing them down prior to the event and handing them to the goddesses. They can only read your mind up to a point. My concerns prior to the event were losing feeling through over tight bondage or being able to escape through slack bondage. The mistresses were careful about both. You won't see other subs but you will hear a lot of coming and going which is unnerving in an OK sort of way. What to expect is described elsewhere in the testimonials. My normal thing is one to one BDSM and CP sessions. London Lock Down overlaps with this but is different. If you think it's for you it will be. If you think it's not for you it won't be. I have already begged to attend another one!
Nipple Slut
Yesterday I attended my first London Lock-Up, hosted by Goddess Cleo and Miss Kitty Bliss, and it was an amazing day. I had opted to spend the whole day and arrived in the morning nervous of what lay ahead.
Within minutes of walking in I was stripped naked and locked in a holding cell. After some time (it really is very hard to tell how long) the Mistresses returned. After they checked I was OK I assumed they would free me for a while, but instead they turned out the light and left me locked up in darkness.
The second time they returned they did free me, but only so they could both abuse while I knelt on the floor between them. Miss Kitty Bliss flogged my back and pulled my ears while Goddess Cleo pulled my chest hair, teased my nipples and slapped my face. These Ladies really know how to work together.
The rest of the day was a mixture of more confinement, more abuse and even more confinement. Every moment I was either securely confined or firmly under the control of both Ladies as they abused me. I was locked in a cage, tied on top of a cage, handcuffed to the wall, tied to a chair and locked in the holding cell chained to the wall. At times I was left with the lights on and other times I was in darkness. Often I could hear the cries of other poor souls as the Ladies abused them. I was flogged, caned, slapped and hit remarkably hard with a wooden spoon. My nipples were tormented, I was mercilessly tickled and Miss Kitty Bliss got far more of her hand up my arse than I thought possible.
At one point I made the mistake of escaping from the rope bondage Goddess Cleo had put me in. She was not happy. As punishment I spent a long time sitting on a cold, hard floor chained to a toilet and I had to wear steel handcuffs for the next 8 hours.
A full day is very hard work, I was exhausted by the end, but it was worth every minute. I can’t wait for the next time I will be the prisoner of these 2 amazing Ladies.
slave andy
This is a review of my experience at the London Lock-up. First and foremost, if you’re reading about it and it sounds interesting, then I definitely recommend doing it. Within minutes of arrival I was taken down into the cellar, told to strip naked and stood in front of two dominant ladies. Then into a series of different cells of varying sizes. I was behind bars, tied in a small dark room and blindfolded / chained over a padded bench. By far the best was the ‘glory hole’ – a shallow cupboard with some eye holes and a small hole through which one’s cock is displayed.
I opted for the half day experience and the six hours just flew by. You can go for less time if you wish, but, honestly, I think you’d be missing out. It’s a mixture of being left alone to contemplate your thoughts and listening for the feet coming down the stairs. It sounds as if it might be boring, but it most certainly is not. I don’t think the interrogation role play at the end is compulsory, but again you’ll miss out if you don’t do that as well.
On a practical note, the venue is easy to find and maybe 15 minutes from the tube; no more than half an hour out of central London. Booking in is a doddle and it’s all very clean. Both Miss Kitty and Goddess Cleo clearly know what they are doing and made me feel safe and looked after me. Limits were discussed upfront and totally respected. However, within reason, I’m sure they’d both be as severe as you could wish. There’s no interaction with other slaves if that sort of thing bothers you.
I’m definitely going to come back when I can.
Go for it.
Regards, R
Goddess Cleo and Miss Kitty Bliss are both arrestingly good-looking and good-humoured (if that’s what you want – I could hear them being rather more brutal in an adjacent room). They are also peerless at delivering precisely what you desire in the guise of what you dread. Their ridicule of my modest, ahem, endowment was just delicious
LI
It sounds counterintuitive, that being left alone by someone is a form of intimacy. It works though! Their smile, their departure, their wave from the far doorway, these images fill your mind as you stand in the tiny cupboard peeking through the tiny holes at an empty room. They're close, you're in their house, you can hear them upstairs having fun. And they've chosen to keep you. They've put you in a safe place in their house. They've let you know they care about you. Standing with your nose to the door, hands on your head, there's nothing to do but think of them, admire them, wait for them, and feel connected with them. An exhilerating experience.
These women are experts at mental bondage - I was writhing in tickle-torture, yelping and crying and flinching from pain, but with my hands on my head:- they were locked utterly immovable there by Miss Kitty's words.
I thought I had dozed off in the cell, finding a comfortable position on the padded floor, even with my hands bound behind me. I woke up and all was quiet in the house. Had the event finished and I was left in the cell? There were some noises upstairs but no way of knowing who. Had I been left to stay overnight - had one of them been left to release me in the morning after they couldn't wake me up? I peered through the keyhole and the door edges. Did it matter? I'm in a cell locked by 3 beautiful women!
The bedroom cell is just beautiful, OWK-style. You are put in this "ex-fireplace" tall enough to stand but not wide enough to lay down in, with real metal bars and real locks. On the other side is someone's bed, and it really gives you a sense of being the submissive half in a relationship, with this bed out of reach, and her cupboards out of reach, and you in the cage. Slump down, appreciate the mood-lighting, and wait for her to return.
I had stayed for hours, and always felt safe, protected, and well taken care of during the London Lock Up. Madame Asha insisted on massaging a hand with pins and needles until it was better. I was brought water, held to my lips while tied. And best of all there was a break, comprising a paper plate with the most glorious feast of delicious food that no gang leader could dream of. I couldn't leave the room, yet felt so well cared-for...
Exx
I just want to thank you so much for the London lockup event yesterday. Everything I had hoped and feared would happen did so yesterday as each one of you took turns to take control of my fate. Goddess Cleo was wonderfully kind yet so dreadfully cruel at the same time. Madame Asha instinctively knew what made me tick and administered punishments with such skill. And you, Miss Kitty, were so wonderfully authoritative in deciding where I would be incarcerated until you deemed me worthy of your attention again. I honestly can say I completely lost track of time and had no idea whether I would earn my freedom or have to suffer in isolation for even longer. It's a testament to your collective skills that I never felt unsafe, yet you always seemed to know when to increase the torment to a more delicious level. By the end I was completely under your control and prepared to do virtually anything to secure my release, so it is perhaps fortunate for me that you allowed me my freedom before I have in completely.
I'm so glad I decided to commit to the full half day and I felt quite sorry for the poor slaves who were release after two hours. I returned home in an amazingly positive state of mind and am already dreaming of returning. Now that you know how to push my buttons I'm sure you will find even more ways of exerting your will over mine. Maybe I will now have the courage to apply to the circle of O (goodness knows I spent an eternity staring at those words on the wall), or to return for a double session to see how far my limits can be pushed. I really do believe you could find a way to make me do anything!
Once again, thanks to all three of you for giving me an experience I will never forget.
Chris
What a wonderful time I had yesterday in your London Lock-up! I am used to playing on the fringes of the BDSM scene, but this was the first time I had entered into the sensual world of confinement and restraint and I did so with some trepidation. How would I react to the new sensation of protracted close confinement? Three delightful and attractive young ladies took firm charge of me on my arrival and relieved me of all my possessions, except only my suntan and a few shreds of my dignity, and locked them securely away. They then proceeded to do exactly the same with me, locking me away for unknown periods of time in solitary confinement in a narrow dark cupboard with a tiny spy hole, bent up in a metal cage and tied up in a small cell. All the time, I could hear the sounds of other prisoners receiving similar treatment though quite unseen by me, interspersed with the happy sounds of the ladies as they gossiped, giggled and lunched elsewhere while resting from their arduous duties of dealing with troublesome prisoners.
Of course, the fun really began when I managed to release myself from my tethers and was able to grab the jailer lady when she came to check on me in my cell. I decided against locking her in the cell in my place and escaping because I only had my suntan to wear, but much more importantly, because such a trick could have got me barred from playing in their lock-up ever again - a fate worse than death. I again escaped from fresh tethers and ended up with a sound, well deserved and very enjoyable beating for my tricks. What more could you want from a kinky afternoon’s play?
I had originally booked two hours but bought another shortly after I arrived and was then surprised how quickly three hours passed. Ladies, I hope you enjoyed mistreating me as much as I enjoyed being mistreated because I’m going to be back. Confinement and torture laced with a generous flogging from three dominant but very nice ladies is very moreish indeed.
BOB