To one and all (well maybe just one or two) I throw myself at your mercy and if my ramblings inspire you to want to know more, get in touch.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, even when they are blindfolded, and as for the mental connection - you either click with someone or you don't, that's the bottom line, so only you know if you are attracted to me or not. If a nice smile, a cheeky glint, an evil, dirty laugh and the apparent Midas touch when it comes to making people laugh (especially inebriated women), are qualities you find attractive, then perhaps half the battle is won.

I'm looking for my equal, a sub with balls if you like, to give me a run for my money. Someone who inspires me to go that extra mile, who can turn the tables once in a while, that is of course, when they are not kneeling under one.

I don't subscribe to labels, but as you insist, I will explain the nearest one I probably relate to.

I identify more with the term 'top' than 'dom'. I don't give a toss whether you call me sir or master, because if your mind isn't where your body is then it doesn't really matter how you address me. I don't care how you address other 'doms' on the scene either - their respect has to be earned just as yours and mine does. If you're a cheeky, open, talkative, opinionated confident wee scamp, then don't you dare hold back just because you are in a room piled high with more testosterone than the Mr Olympia finals (and that's just the butch dommes and the TS / TG / TV's on HRT). If anything I would encourage it, because those are the exact qualities that would attract me to you, if we were indeed a match.

The greater the leap from a strong, in-control woman by day, to a strong woman who relinquishes control at night, the bigger the turn on for me. Partly because of all the things she has relinquished in that transformation, and partly because I've worked my ass off to earn it.

I also identify with some switchy attributes…. I think. Mainly because I know the right girl with the right attitude and the guts to do it, could quite easily flash puppy dog eyes and a bottom lip at me one minute, and the next be straddling my face dangling the proverbial carrot the next.

I adore the female body, I just don't have a desire to worship it.

I embrace the submissive mind and take great pleasure in fucking with it, constantly stimulating it – in person and apart by planting many seeds throughout the day. Often my mildly sadistic side will shine through and during play in the past the word 'bastard' has escaped a sub or two's lips. One or two acquaintances, past and present, have referred to me as a bit of a cunt – albeit a lovable one, and I feel comfortable in that skin as it blends perfectly with my more caring and romantic side which is always omnipresent.

Alongside the above, there is me…

A confident 36 year old former Chef from the midlands, now living in a small, quaint village in the south, called London - not many people have heard of it.

I work in the music industry, by day running the production office of a record pressing plant, (yes they do still make them) and intermittently along side that, I co-own a music distribution company.

I can often be seen with my fingers in a many pies, sometimes even the whole hand, which on the surface would seem like I miss cheffing more than I care to admit, either that or I'm just practicing fisting.

Well travelled with many exotic locations such as Egypt, France, Spain, Israel, Germany, USA, Canada, Jersey and Birmingham under my belt.

I lived in Toronto for 3 years, where the evil Canadians drugged me, turned me a pervert then deported me, but not before I found a new outlook on life and decided not to settle for the daily grind of the mundane and instead making the most of opportunities out there – especially career wise. I took up comedy and ventured on stage on occasion, usually pissed as a fart, where much hilarity ensued. Was I funny? I think so, did I care if they laughed? surprisingly not. It was, at first a release for me. The culmination of a life long love affair of stand up comedy and my chance to stick two fingers up at my subconscious which doubted me and say 'Fuck you, I did it'.

This turned into running 4 open mic comedy shows a week in downtown Toronto (one of which is now in its 5th year), and who knows, perhaps I will extend this love affair in London – watch this space.

Now that I'm not a chef by trade anymore, I have a born again love of cooking, and particularly combining an evening of food and drink, with some of the more intimate aspects of this lifestyle (think being blindfolded, naked, hands bound kneeling in front of the fire, whilst fed a assortment of culinary delights… and you are half way there) Plus there are many implements in the kitchen, and furniture in the dining room that facilitate a night of intimate debauchery just fine.

I would welcome new fellow perverted friends, especially ones wanting to explore London - whether it's visiting the wonderful kinky venues and boutiques, to getting drunk in central London and pointing and laughing at the tourists. Comedy, movies, good restaurants or days and nights walking the streets - its all much more stimulating and enjoyable with the right company.

Above all, I'm open to whatever life throws at me, in and out of the kitchen, and hungry to experience more.

Would you care to join me for a taster?