Category: sessions

As anyone who has ever visited me, contacted me about a possible visit, or read through my sessions website thoroughly will know, I always ask for an advance payment to be made before I will book you into my session diary. When you make this payment it tells me a couple of things:

1. You have a genuine intention to visit me and are not simply fantasising about it and wasting my time (or, if you are, you’re paying me something for my time participating in your fantasy email chain, which means I don’t mind!)
2. You trust me enough to part with a reasonable amount of money in advance of our meeting. This is really very important to me as, if you cannot trust me with your £100, what on Earth are you doing trusting me with your balls, or arse, or nipples?!

For first time visitors (who haven’t previously blotted their copybook – I’ll come back to those chaps later) the requested payment is usually somewhere between 25-50% of the total tribute for the session duration you are requesting. It probably goes without saying (but occasionally there seems to be some confusion, so I’m saying it again anyway!) that I retain this payment in the event of you cancelling/rescheduling your session at short notice, or simply not showing up at the agreed time. Much to the vexation of some, I am a professional Dominatrix and am running a business, therefore somebody who has booked to spend an afternoon with me and then doesn’t show up not only puts a dent in my income but also clogs up a significant amount of my (rather limited) session time for that week, which I could have spent seeing somebody else. “Why don’t you just take a last minute booking when someone cancels on you”, I hear you cry! Possibly this would be an option if I was based in a major city, but – weirdly – we don’t get much passing Femdom kinkster footfall in rural Hampshire. Most of my regular subs hail from great distances and have to make a big effort to visit and serve (thank you!) and can’t just be here in five minutes, at a moment’s notice. Given that most people would need to book a day off work in order to make their pilgrimage, at least a week’s notice is usually needed for me to be able to book somebody else in to visit me in a cancelled spot. Not to mention the effort/time I would need to spend actively trying to fill the spot. This means that usually they go unfilled.

If you have blotted your copybook with a previous cancellation or no-show, you will find that I am usually completely happy to reschedule, but  that I request that you pay the full session tribute in advance – before I will agree to book you back into my diary. As before, this payment is non-refundable in the event of you failing to show up for your session or cancelling at short notice. That’s right – the ante has been upped! This, again, is for a couple of reasons:

1. I know you told me that you had a really good reason for cancelling last time, and you couldn’t possibly have made it to see me (or, maybe even emailed to let me know) under the circumstances, but there is a small chance that your cancellation or no-show was for one of the slightly more common reasons (e.g. a “what the fuck am I doing?! She’s clearly involved in a dark criminal underworld and I’m going to get hurt for real” moment; or the fact that you were so excited on the morning of your scheduled visit that you wanked yourself silly and had to go for a little lie down instead; or you never intended to go through with it in the first place and just wanted some horny email banter with a Dominatrix) and it’s pretty hard for me to tell the difference between a genuine reason and a made up one. I hear a lot of excuses, some of which I will tell you about in a moment. The fact is, I want to give you as many reasons to go through with your session with me as possible, and if nerves/over-excitement were at the root of your not showing up, I want to get you through it so that you, too, can experience the warm glow of achievement which only comes from being the recipient of a pair of utterly mashed up nipples and a tattered bumhole (I wonder, has that put your mind at rest?)
2. Trust, again. In both directions. This time mainly just retaining mine… If you genuinely couldn’t make it for a good reason the first time, you will understand that you have inconvenienced me, and that you need to show me that you value my time, proving that you’re a trustworthy person and one that I might want to make an effort to spend time with again in the future.

And now, I’d like to talk about excuses, for those (thankfully few) of you who feel the need to make up corkers… So, let’s say you’re Mr. Nervous and you spent the night before your planned session in a cold sweat, worrying about all the things which could happen to you, or you’re the aforementioned chap with the raw cock who now can’t stomach the idea of putting it into the hands of a cruel Dominatrix after all and is feeling too chilled out and sleepy to make the trip. You ask yourself whether you can just tell me you were too nervous/spent? No, you reason, it doesn’t seem like a good enough excuse for standing me up, I’ll probably think you’re a twat and blacklist you. I might refuse to see you in future, or threaten to expose you on social media, or decide to turn up at your house, cling to the underside of your car as you flee town, then wait for you on a boat you’ve rented and conduct a mock trial to get you to admit the real reason why you didn’t come to see me… Who knows what irritated Dominatrixes are capable of?! So you’d better think up the most heinous tale of death and/or destruction and/or woe that you possibly can because, you think, I will definitely not have heard an excuse that heinous/outlandish before and won’t think for a moment that someone could make up such a dreadful tale… But, trust me, whatever horrible tale you come up with, someone else will already have come up with similar, or way better/worse, depending on your viewpoint. I’ve been given excuses which made me laugh out loud, or made me want to cry for the person who stooped so low as to give me them, and everything in between. I’d very much prefer it if you could just tell me the truth, please (or just don’t give me an excuse at all), as it gets tiresome writing responses such as:

Hi Frank

I’m very sorry to hear that your car was swallowed up by a sink-hole which opened up without warning on the A421 last week. You have my sympathy. Thank you for spending five days clawing your way back to the surface with fractures to every bone in your body in order to let me know why you didn’t turn up for your session on Friday. It’s quite a testament to modern technology that you were able to get perfect 4G signal whilst buried alive and hence were able to continue to tweet me hundreds of times a day about how excited you were to be visiting me in the days leading up to the session you didn’t show up to because you had been swallowed up into the Bowels of the Earth.

It sounds like you’ve made a very speedy recovery (and with not a mark on you despite all of those fractures, I’ll warrant!) and yes we can definitely reschedule for this week instead. Please make the bank transfer of £xxx at your earliest convenience in order to reserve the space in my diary. You will note I have asked you for the full session tribute this time – this is my usual protocol for slaves who are engulfed by sinkholes in the Bedfordshire area and will, of course, be non-refundable in the event of any natural disasters which may impact upon your future visit.

Kind regards

Nikki

I’m exaggerating, right? Well, not much at all actually. If I was to believe all of the cancellation excuses I receive, I would definitely think that visits to my little corner of Hampshire were jinxed in some manner, what with all the crashes, broken limbs, deaths of loved ones and comas they seem to trigger. Gladly, I don’t believe the half of them, and I’ve compared notes with some of my Dominatrix friends who report strikingly similar excuses coming from their guests too.

So, here’s a suggestion for the subs who bottle it or just don’t fancy it on the day: tell the truth! I don’t mind! It happens. If you don’t fancy it, that’s cool, everyone’s drive for kink ebbs and flows and what seemed like a good idea a month ago when you booked might just seem like too much today. If you get so nervous you don’t make it to see me (whether you make it as far as out of bed, to the car, to the end of my road, to my door) and would like to get further next time, tell me the truth and I can probably help. The main thing to know is I won’t be angry at you no matter what, and that’s because you will have at the very least paid me what I deem to be a reasonable tribute to cover my wasted time, or if it’s a repeat issue you will have paid me in full for my time. Or, if you really feel the need to make up an excuse, be creative and lighthearted! Make me want to laugh with you, not cry for you, please.

My few words seem to have morphed into 1700 – oops! Never mind. You get the point. Or you’ve fallen asleep. Anyway, here’s a pretty picture of me made by the sensationally talented artist Ariel Belle. It’s got nothing to do with the subject, but I get more engagements with my blog posts when I post a picture with them 🙂