The Kink Diaries

A private ten-day journal of one of the most sought-after London escorts — through her BDSM and fetish bookings.

About Evelina

Age: 25
Background: Eastern European
Based: Bayswater, London
Specialties: Domination & submission, discipline, foot worship, watersports, strap-on, roleplay, A level, fetish, BDSM

Monday, Paddington W2 – “The Toy Tester in Paddington W2”

Client request: Edge play. Impact toys. Safe words established. Watch her test his limit.

Evelina’s Diary: His name was Marcus. Late 30s, tall, clean-shaven, and clearly nervous even though he informed me that he had visited a few escorts in London in the past. He booked two hours and brought a suitcase of sex toys — most still in packaging.

He wanted me to take control and “see what worked.” I stripped him to his socks, tied his wrists, and blindfolded him while he stood. Then I unboxed his toys slowly, letting the sound of wrapping paper tease his anticipation.

I tried each flogger, paddle, and cane across his chest, his thighs, his ass — starting light, building rhythm. His breathing became my cue. When I finally kissed the marks and whispered, “Good boy,” he whimpered like it meant something.

He left with red stripes, watery eyes, and a whispered, “I’ll be dreaming of you.”

Tuesday, Marylebone NW1 – “The Cuckolded Groom”

Client request: Watch Evelina dominate another man while he’s denied release.

Evelina’s Diary: This was a scene. He brought his “best man” and watched as I teased him — undressing him slowly, sitting on his face while the groom begged for my attention.

I told him to stay in the chair. Hands tied. Caged. I stared him in the eye while I rode the other man. His body trembled.
When I finally let him kiss my feet as I swallowed his friend’s cum, he was shaking like a prayer candle. I didn’t let him finish. I told him to book again. He will.

Wednesday, Bayswater W2 – “The Nurse Will See You Now”

Client request: Medical roleplay. Enema. Anal play. Submission fantasy.

Evelina’s Diary: He arrived with a script in his head. “The submissive patient. The dominant Eastern European nurse.” Lucky for him, I had the uniform ready. White heels. Latex gloves. A clipboard with fake notes.

I made him undress and kneel on all fours while I “prepped” him for inspection. He was flushed, shaking, obedient. I lubricated a set of sex toys, and he moaned before I even touched him.

I gave him a slow, teasing enema with warm water. Cleaned him like a good patient. Then bent him over and slid in a small butt plug while I whispered instructions.

He climaxed untouched. My tongue never touched him. Only words did.

Wednesday, Kensington W8 – “Worship Session”

Client request: Foot worship. Verbal humiliation. Edging.

Evelina’s Diary: He fell to his knees without being asked. Good start. I wore sheer stockings with garters and four-inch patent heels.

He licked the soles while I berated him: “You’re not worthy. Not even for my heel.” He kissed my arch like I was the sacred London escort Goddess. I ran the tip of my foot down his erection — then pulled back.

Over an hour, I brought him to the edge with nothing but feet, words, and glances. He begged to finish. I said no. He offered money. I still said no. He came anyway, hands untouched, humiliated and gasping.

He thanked me, breathless, and asked if he could buy my shoes. I said: only next time.

Thursday, Earls Court SW5 – “The Bound Bodybuilder”

Client request: Full bondage. Sensory deprivation. Body worship. A levels

Evelina’s Diary: He was a beast. 6'4", all muscle. But tonight? Mine. I tied him with black rope — wrists, ankles, thighs, chest — leaving his cock and mouth accessible.

I blindfolded him, gagged him, and dripped warm oil down his stomach. Slowly. I kissed every line of muscle, teased his nipples, whispered filth.

He whimpered under the restraint. A man like that, powerless beneath silk rope? Delicious.

When I finally rode him, it was slow and grinding. He came twice, the second time moaning into the gag like it hurt. He said he’d been with many fetish and anal escorts but never felt so free.

Thursday, Mayfair W1 – “Golden Hour”

Client request: Watersports.  Dominatrix. Submission. Worship.

Evelina’s Diary: He knelt in my shower. Head down. Eyes up. I gave him instructions to worship me first — every inch of my body. Tongue only.

Then I stood over him, and he opened his mouth. No hesitation. When I let go, warm and slow, he drank my pee like it was sacred.

I whispered in Russian, called him my toilet, stroked his head while he swallowed everything. He didn’t even ask to cum. That wasn’t the point.

He texted me afterwards: I’ve never felt more used by a Dominatrix. More owned.

He booked again. Twice.

Thursday, Knightsbridge SW1 – “Mistress and the Strap-On”

Client request: Anal strap-on. Domination. Verbal degradation.

Evelina’s Diary: He was cocky in his messages. Said he “could take anything.” I love that type — they usually melt the fastest.

I made him undress and clean my heels with his tongue. Then I tied him to the bed and slowly teased him with my finger.

He moaned. Loudly.

When I strapped in and pushed the first inch inside, his whole body tensed. I whispered, “You wanted it. Now take it like the little bitch you are.

”He came without permission. I didn’t stop. I gave him three orgasms. None of them were his idea.

Friday, Baker Street W1U – “Latex & Discipline”

Client request: Full latex mistress. Cane. Punishment fantasy.

Evelina’s Diary: He brought a script: naughty employee punished by the strict busty boss. So I became her — full latex, tight corset, thigh-highs, cane in hand.

I made him bend over the desk, pants around ankles. He was already hard.

I gave him twenty lashes. Then more. Each one followed by filthy praise: “That’s it. Take your punishment, darling.”Then I rode him from behind while he moaned into the desk. I didn’t break character once. When he begged to cum, I slapped his face and said: “Not until I say.”

He called me “Mistress CEO” as he came.

Friday, Earls Court SW5 – “The Contract”

Client request: Written kink contract. Long-form consent. Power exchange.

Evelina’s Diary: He brought a printed contract specifically written for bookings with London escorts: rules, limits, expectations. It made me wet. I added my own clause: "Obedience without complaint.” He signed.

I bound him, blindfolded, gave him a little OWO then plugged him, and left him in silence for twenty minutes. Just the sound of my heels and breath.

Then I whispered a countdown to every touch. He came after “Two.” I hadn’t even reached “One.”

I signed the contract with lipstick across his chest. He begged to take it home.

Saturday, Edgware Road W2 – “My Favourite”

Client request: No script. Just trust.

Evelina’s Diary: He’s been coming to me monthly for nearly a year, escorts London girls from Eastern Europe are his weakness. A soft-spoken man who brings me flowers and a new bruise every time.

Today I gave him everything: cuffs, cane, strap, heel. I spit in his mouth. Rode him face-down. Swallowed every drop of his cum.

After, I held him while he cried. I stroked his back and whispered, “You’re safe now.”

He fell asleep on my lap. That’s the real kink: surrender.

Final Entry – Evelina Reflects

There’s something sacred in this work as a London escort. In being trusted with someone’s filthiest fantasy, their shame turned to fire. I don’t just give pain or pleasure — I give permission.

These men and women come to me not just for the physical, but to be seen, undone, and rebuilt.

Some cry. Some thank me. Some never look me in the eye again. But they always come back.

Because I don’t just dominate them.I understand them.

And I give them what no one else dares to.

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