10Jan 2019

Beatdown, spanking and strap-on fun…I’m having the time of my life in my new promo video. I find my little weak macho man victim flexing in my mat-room. I come off my stiletto killer heels, and the rest is history..takedowns, domination wrestling, one sided boxing, foot worship, ball busting, nipple torture, ass worship, bondage and of course humour 🙂

Pleased to Beat you:

10Jan 2019

Happy New Year everyone.

Hope you had enjoyable holidays, I took a 2 weeks break from working and now I am well rested and excited to be back.
I have already planned 2 trips. I am going to BRUSSELS 11-12 of January, so feel free to email me for a session. I have a few slots left.

Kisses and swishes


27Nov 2018

Receiving this review made me smile, in the same way I smiled during the 2 hours that I spent with this individual. Not sure if I’ve said it enough times, but I love my job and I love connecting with people and sharing intense experiences with them.

“There are so many wonderful things I could say about Miss Kay O, but where to start?

Should I start by saying that she truly understands pain? The giving and the receiving. As a fighter, she knows all about how it feels when a shot lands.

Should I say that she is a warrior? That she is brave? Perhaps fearless? An explorer, certainly.

Should I say that she has an artist’s eye and an artist’s sense of curiosity and creativity? That she is strong, lithe, beautiful and very smart? That she loves what she does?

Should I say that she will smile as she takes you down and rains blows against your skin? And that you may find yourself grinning back at her like a fool (well, I did anyway)? That, by the end of the session, you’ll know that you’ve met a rare and very special person who can make you feel something you won’t ever want to forget?

I can say all of that, and know it to be true.

I visited Miss Kay O near the end of November, arriving at her playspace in the early evening, as the sky turned dark.

She brought me down in every way that I like. Wrestled me to my knees, beat me down with her fabulous arms and legs. She flogged me without mercy, but in exactly the way I had asked.

She posed me on all fours, and danced around me – on her darling feet, with their red nails – teasing, taking aim. Sometimes releasing her whip, sometimes not. Grinning that lovely smile she has. Sometimes delivering a rat-a-tat of strokes; other times, taking aim more slowly, and getting the whole of her body behind her strap. She can hit. She drew sound from my lips.

At the end of our session, she was kind and caring. Made me feel like a person; someone who mattered to her in that moment. She made me feel deeply alive.”



01Nov 2018

Hello hello

Barcelona was, again, nothing but amazing.
Plenty of yummy food, beautiful city, blah blah the usual, you all know…what you don’t know is that I had one of the best session of my life, very very creative and extremely perverse, and left me in a state of bliss.
I am not going to say anything more about the most amazing 24h roleplay, torture and humiliation (ooops I just did) now but I will dedicate some extra time to write a proper story. Because it was an experience that deserves a well written story.

So stay tuned…

xx MKO

P.s. I have a shooting date for my promo film, yeaaaay! I am looking for locations and A VICTIMMMMMMM 😈

22Oct 2018

Hello hello

I am flying to my all time fav Barcelona on Thursday for a weekend long session with a very special one. So while I’m gonna be there I thought to see some lucky people.

Last time I was in Barcelona I had the most amazing time, and saw a great bunch of subs, I had one of the most fun humiliation sessions of my life, lots of foot worship, a bit of wrestling (fuck me it was HOT…mid July) sweaty spanking and anal play.
I hope this time it will be just as fun, so drop me an email and I might squeeze you in, Monday and Tuesday 29+30th of October.

Best swishes

04Oct 2018

As some of you know already (my regulars and my twitter followers), I had a small accident that kept me off work for a few months.
I am now back in London and available for all sorts of dominations and fetish meetings.
I have a long list of things planned for the new “academic” year and I am very excited to share my plans with you.

Firstly, I want to give my website a makeover. I’m planning a film shoot very soon, currently looking for a producer. It will involve some good ol’ beatdown —> wrestling —> bondage, and then the fun begins, foot worship, torture, CP, nipple play, face sitting, you name it, it’s there…In regards to my outfit, I think I’ll go for a PVC leotard and stiletto heels (barefoot in the end of course).

Stay tuned for my next plans xx

09May 2018

I’m proud to say that I enjoy all that I offer in a session: fetish wrestling, CBT, nipple torture, corporal punishment: spanking, paddling, whipping, flogging, strap-on / pegging, pet-pay, puppy-play, humiliation – verbal and mental – breath play, restraint, feminisation and beatdowns. For me, that’s one of the best things about being a Domme. I am one of the few people who are genuinely excited to go to work and enjoy every minute of it.
But I do have my favourites. One of them is role-play scenarios, and the other is beatdowns. Oh yes, I enjoy a good, sweaty beatdown – you must know this by now. I especially love detailed scenarios because they provide my artistic, creative mind with the space to elaborate. Outfits, punchlines and of course filthy mind games that drive one crazy with arousal, as well as the room to improvise on the spot. And I love physicality; any chance that I can show off my years of Martial Arts training. I’ve built strength, excellent control over my movement, precision and flow. I can hurt you just as much as you need. No less, no more. Safe but firm.
So back to my subject. A few weeks ago I had one of the best requests and sessions of my life. It was a role-play with a beatdown, of course! I was the debt collector, the best of my kind. A ruthless, strong, mouthy debt collector. With excellent interrogation and fighting skills. In the guise of a common-looking, pretty and smiley woman.
So I knock on the door and as soon as he let me in, I tricked him by saying that I’m doing a survey, can’t believe he even bought it. Such an old trick. I storm in and take the weasel down. Straight to the floor, good ol’ school-girl pin. So I can see his pathetic face, control him and disempower him with my smile, while I do the questioning. Where is the money? Why are you late on your payment? And, Where is the f* money?
He was thunderstruck. He could not believe that I was the debt collector. How did that pretty and sweet woman standing on the doorstep just a few seconds ago, turned into his worst nightmare?
I knew it wasn’t going to be that hard; he already seemed scared. After the second “I don’t have them”, I take off my clean and freshly ironed clothes (I couldn’t risk a crease or stain just for this pathetic worm) and started kicking and kneeing him for a good few minutes in order to break him. As soon as I stopped, I put him straight in a rear naked choke hold and whispered in his ear: “ Give me the money now, or this will end up very badly for you. Don’t waste my time and my energy, I want to get on with my day. The sooner you give it, the best for both of us.” I tightened the choke to show him I wasn’t there to fool around.
“All right, all right”, he said, “I will give you the money”. That was easy, I thought. So, being filled with excitement, I rode him while he was on all fours, and asked him to take me to the money while I spanked his bottom like a horse. That was indeed, unnecessary, but a girl’s gotta have some fun. A bit of humiliation never hurt anyone.
However, what happened next, proves that he deserved every minute of my torture and many more.
That fool, that good-for-nothing, that brainless pig, tried to trick me as well, pulling out a knife, instead of the money. Well, that was very, very stupid. I almost felt sorry for him; for what was going to follow: a blast of punches, slaps, knees and kicks, all over his body while he was on the floor weeping and begging me to stop. I rode him and held his hands down, brought my face close to his face and threatened to continue, at a higher pace and strength, if he didn’t give me the money. It had been about 45 minutes of my life wasted and I was well pissed off.
He was sobbing, laid on the floor, while I had his head between my thighs, squeezing just as hard as needed for him to feel light headed, and ready to squeeze harder, if he didn’t answer that one question. He only had one more chance, and he knew it. This time, he was wise enough to surrender. I had grabbed him by the balls, to make sure he wouldn’t do anything silly again, and he trailed himself to the next room, where he finally took the goddamn money out and handed it to me.
I’m content. I give him a good few slaps, just to remind him that I didn’t forget that he wasted my time. Because I will be back. When the next payment is due. And that time I will be angry. And horny. And I will bring with me my favourite whip and my XXL strap-on.

17Mar 2018

I think the titles says it all. It is my birthday and I want to be spoiled.

I have to admit I have been spoiling Myself aaaall month, not working much (yes OF COURSE I POST PICTURES DAILY ON MY TWITTER, DUH!) but I just wanted some ME time, took it easy, trained my ass off daily (yes, that is how I relax), got more involved with the sex work community, as there were lots of stuff happening in March: we struck and marched for decriminalisation of sex work #strike4decrim on Woman’s day (the most emotional march I’ve been) and also the eeeevil age verification policy, booooo, that disturbed us all, thankfully it has been postponed for now.

SOOOO, it is my birthday as I said….and we shall celebrate. Book a session with ME, or buy me nice stuff that I can wear and take pictures and wrestle and beat up people with or in them.

Here is a picture of me modelling the first Birthday present that arrived:

05Oct 2017


I just read another lovely review from a recent session and thought to share it with you:


It was my first visit to the London Submission room. My opponent was the lovely Miss Kay O. My initial impression was how strong she was! Within a minute of our match starting, she had me on the floor in a schoolgirl pin. I tried to push her off me but despite my best attempts, I could not unseat her. She eventually relaxed her grip and I made my move, grabbing her legs and pushing her to the side. As I scrambled to get up though, she jumped back on top of me, pinned my arms above my head, then slowly edged forward to sit on my face.

Throughout our session, Miss Kay O applied some lethal head scissors. It took no time at all for me to submit, my neck crushed between her powerful thighs. Rather than letting me up though, she kept me in the position, toying with me, before squeezing her legs together again to get another submission from me which did not take long!!

Even though I had asked for a fantasy type session, I genuinely tried to break free from Miss Kay O’s pins, but she repeatedly proved too strong for me.

She finished our session with some punishing reverse facesitting, my hands frantically tapping the mat‎, desperate for breath.

I had asked for the session to be filmed and I was delighted with the quality of it.

I found Miss Kay O to be extremely friendly and I can strongly recommend having a session with her. You won’t be disappointed. I certainly wasn’t, and I look forward to my next visit to the London Submission room.


P.S. The picture is from a custom filming with Bert wrestler, not from the session above.

02Aug 2017

It was a slow, kind of uneventful night, nearly closing time, at the sex party where I’m a resident Domme and hostess. I was on my way to the smoking area to kill some time, when he approached me. Submissive, middle-aged male, man next door.

-Do you want to fuck me with a strap-on?

Not paying much attention I replied,

-I’ll think about it, maybe after my cigarette.

By the time I was at the smoking area, I had already forgotten about it. I was chatting to some other guests about long BDSM sessions, switching and pegging, when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

-Sorry to bother you, but, did You think about it Mistress?

I was semi-convinced by his persistence and fine manners, but as soon as I glimpsed his massive dildo, about the thickness and length of a half litre bottle of coke, I was already on it.

I raise my eyebrow;

-Are you prepared?

-Yes I am.

I put off my cigarette and make my way to the dungeon.

Damn right he was prepared. Gloves, lube, wipes, thoroughly douched ass and a dildo that barely fits my harness. Everything you need for some proper fun stap-on action.

He is a somewhat conservatively looking fella, office guy, grey formal trousers and a shirt.

I take his pants off, revealing a red leather jockstrap and a rock hard cock.

– Ooh la la, that’s my boy.

I grab him by his crotch and drag him to the fucking bench. I bind the straps around his calves, thighs and back as tight as it gets. There is no escape. I put a glove on my hand and insert 2 fingers in his butthole. Without much effort, 2 fingers turned 4 and before I knew it, my whole fist was in his ass. I spent about 10-15 minutes fisting him. Slow in the beginning, then faster and harder, stretching his ass, making him howl like a bitch. My fist kept disappearing in his ass as if it was a sink-hole, and although I was more than pleased with the view, I couldn’t wait anymore. I wanted to fuck him right away.

I squeeze the humongous dick in my black rubber studded harness and hold it with my 2 hands so it doesn’t fall down.

To spice up things – and mainly for my amusement – I make him repeat:

“Please Miss Kay O, fuck me with your monster cock, I beg you. I’m strap-on slut, I’ve been a very good slave, I promise, I deserve it.”


I smile as I see the monstrous lubricated cock getting swallowed by his hungry asshole.

I force the dildo in him and start fucking him like a frustrated teenager. Fast and out of control.

My 15” heels and vintage silk dress didn’t seem like obstacle, rather a prop, which turned into a wild lioness, fucking him faster and harder in every second. He’s moaning. I’m sweating. My make up is dripping. I roar while I spank him. The 10” cock is all inside him and I can feel his sit bones bumping on my hips.

I pause. I look around and realise we have an audience. The guests have circled us, in a safe diameter of 2 meters, and are looking with their mouths wide open. I take off my soaked in sweat, silk dress, I get a sip of water and start fucking him even harder.

I’m about to explode. I’m wild and wired. I’ve grabbed him by the harness with one hand and spank him with the other, while I pound him. He’s in ecstasy.

I pause every now and again, so he can beg me to keep on fucking him.

I space out. I come back again, I have both my hands around the dildo and I’m fucking his ass with the humongous dick and my 8 fingers that hug it. As I look down, I get a rush of blood to my head. I fuck him even harder. He’s screaming. He is about to come.

<<BOOM>>, I stumble. The dildo is all in his ass….but I’m not longer attached to it.

What a disaster! There goes my precious harness. My good companion in filth and lust, for 5 years let me down. Just before the grand finale. What a shame.

Yes. It did leave me a night to remember. To me, and all the other guest. And of course to my little anal whore.

But for now I’m looking for a new harness. As stylish as the one I had.

But a bit more endurable. For more thrilling experiences like this one.

If you crave an experience like this, I am now accepting harnesses to test. http://amzn.eu/9SzzJIk
Extra “care” will be given to those who put an extra effort.



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