In the heart of London beats a private club where those desires can crystallize as reality. That place is Club Black Whip. The name itself suggests the purposes of my domain. It is a place for those who wish to worship beautiful black mistresses, making it unique in London even Europe, but those of all ethnicities are welcome. I am the hostess of the club, the controller, and the supreme mistress. I will welcome you to my domain and you will instantly feel the freedom that you so much desire. Your heart will beat faster as you enter my domain and your mind will soar to consider new pleasures and new fantasies.

Let us consider your journey into Club Black Whip…

You deem to arrive early so that you may change into your true persona. You are secure in the knowledge that your secrets and possessions, being stored in our safe cloakroom, are completely safe at Club Black Whip. Perhaps you will choose to dress in order to become the person you truly are. You may want to feel the firm lace of a pair of stockings as you pull them up your legs. You don a pair of silky knickers and feel submissive and feminised. Or will you wish to be a classic slave, dressed in merely a dog collar and the most humble garment to protect your modesty. Perhaps you are a woman who wishes to adopt a powerful role in the safety of Club Black Whip. You shed your work clothes and prepare to don some PVC clothing. You fasten the PVC basque around you, feeling its sensual curves holding you. Maybe some fishnet stockings will adorn your legs, making them appear long and sensual. You pull on some thigh high black boots, feeling them extenuate your height. Poised you step into Club Black Whip…

What you see when you enter puts you immediately at your ease, but also makes you tremble with anticipation at the pleasures to come. People are talking, having a good time and relaxing with others knowing that they are in a place where all desires are respected and fulfilled. The fully stocked bar beckons with fine wines and other drinks, to be indulged in moderation, to stimulate the senses and the imagination. In the background a film plays, showing a slave being taunted by an impossibly beautiful ebony dominatrix in a fishnet bodystocking and you recall that you are free to bring your own films to Club Black Whip. You wander through the main floor of the club, taking in the beautiful men and women, dressed for their own and others pleasure. You take in the lounge and pause a while to sit and watch, your heart beating wildly at the pleasures to come. It is then that you see the area for public play and you look closer at the toys and tools which are there for your use, or perhaps for somebody to use you on…

The punishment stocks look just the right size for your hands and you imagine slipping your hands into them. You feel them lock with a sharp click and realise that you are trapped, at another's mercy, and available for their use. You feel the gaze of eyes on your submissive body and the stroke of a sensual but firm rubber glove down your back. There is a pause and then you feel that same glove smack your bottom and then comes that command for you to count the strokes. You feel humbled and submissive, but more alive than ever before as you wait for the second stroke. Then perhaps the tause or even the whip, will strike you. Whilst you are locked in the stocks you see an unbelievably beautiful and glamorous ebony goddess strap a submissive and gagged man into the St. Andrew's cross. His body quivers and struggles but he can not escape as Madam Caramel, London's premier black femdom mistress, surveys her prey. She grins and smiles as she teases his body with her full sensuality whilst delivering sharp twists to his nipples. His face is the image of total submission to his ebony goddess. All these pleasures at Club Black Whip are consensual, safe and allow adult girls and boys to enjoy engaging their bodies and their minds in play.

There is one room, though, where secrets are kept that can not escape. This room is dark and the shadows mean that what stays inside that room can never be let out. Dare you step inside? All of the above pleasures are closer than you think. In the heart of the city, in the appropriately named 'Stunners' club in London, the theatre and the play of Club Black Whip are acted out on the first Wednesday of every month. Madam Caramel is strict, but fair, and she requires your service. No, she more than requires it, she demands it. You have already entered the date in your diary and you know that it is time to play, that you too will soon be able to enter the hallowed Club Black Whip…