Lady Felicity Steele

About me – What the lady next door gets up to… (Lady F’s world of naughty shenanigans!)

Although I claim the titles ‘Mistress’, ‘Dominatrix’, and ‘Pro-Domme’, I’m becoming less and less comfortable with what these titles are evolving to imply. As a classy, self-respecting, imaginative and creative woman of substance, I find myself adrift among the bold, modern-day templates of the new generations of young Mistresses and dominatrices; showy and shouty, with their tattoos and piercings, brightly coloured hair, or black, ‘Betty Page’ hairdos and full masks of make-up, the skimpy clothing, offers of nudity and intercourse, scowling faces and ‘middle-finger’ selfies… Perhaps I’m showing my age, but I’m shocked, dismayed, and longing for the days when a lady asserted her dominance over a man using her femininity, elegance, and natural air of authority. Add to this the 21^st century commercialism, dictates, rules and rhetoric of the ‘fetish-scene’, and I find myself stepping yet further aside in order to seek out those who are still attuned to their own, primitive instincts, who surrender to their own, private imagination, and those who, therefore… can turn me on.

I therefore, only modestly, promote myself as ‘someone different’.

Quintessentially English, with a slim but cosy figure, I wear only subtle make-up, and you wouldn’t look at me twice in the street. As I’m sure you’ve already gathered, I don’t have tattoos, piercings, bright hair/Betty-Page-hairdo, and to be absolutely clear, I would never pose for photos in my bra and pants, nude, topless, or petulantly giving the camera ‘the finger’. I value my self-respect and dignity, preferring to seduce and weaken with my femininity and my unattainability.

More pleasure than profession, I don’t consider this a ‘job’, ‘work’, or something I’m committed to. Rather, I’m selective with those I invite to join me to share, explore and develop their ‘less-usual’ fetishes and fantasies. I’m not the wooden ice-queen that I know many submissives seek; instead, I invite those who, like me, are eager to communicate, share, discuss, respond, suggest and occasionally laugh. I don’t take myself too seriously, and I enjoy the company of those who don’t either. I delight in role-play (whether rigid or relaxed/playful), as well as experimenting on you, PVC and latex clad, with my oodles of dungeon toys, equipment, and a pinch of playful dominance. My ‘Likes’ and ‘Dislikes’ pages give more information on what/who I enjoy and what/who I don’t. I seek only to satisfy myself… however, if your needs are compatible with mine, we could enjoy each other’s company…

A little more about my sordid past…

Long, long ago, in a time just before the internet became a ‘thing’, a time when ads were in newspapers, cards were in phone-boxes, red-lights were in doorways, and ‘contacts magazines’ were hidden in the back of your parent’s wardrobe, the young me was excited by such secret world of debauchery. Born both rebellious and inquisitive, what sauciness played out behind the net curtains of the most mundane, suburban terrace house was… in my imagination… far more thrilling than any suggestions made by my frustrated careers advisor. As soon as I became of legal age, I delighted in disappointing my parents and beginning what would become a lifelong exploration into all corners of both my own sexuality, and that of other’s, both personally and ‘professionally’.

Fast forward a couple of decades (okay, okay… THREE decades!), I’m so glad to have caught the last few, halcyon years of the ‘90s and the tail-end of the way the adult-world operated back then. This Brave New (online) World is not so alluring. Anyway, I digress…

My late-teens and twenties were spent bouncing from one establishment to another, as I gradually realised that my careers advisor was right; I AM stubborn and bad-tempered. As I entered my thirties, no longer could I tolerate being poked, prodded, and leered at; I wanted to DO the poking, prodding, and leering… and thus, my adventures into the world of domination began.

The rest, as they say, is history. Or is it…?

Role-play (and my classical drama-training).

My young adulthood was not completely squandered on depravity and debauchery, in fact, I used the income it gave me to support my longed for career in classical theatre. I spent three years training full time at a well-respected London drama school, again, during a time when things were… ‘different’.  Along with almost military-style discipline, we were encouraged to lose ALL our inhibitions… hence the recent allegations, trials, closures, etc, etc. Believe me, the ‘games’ of a few of my drama-teachers would horrify the most hardened ‘kinkster’.

I still love classical theatre (and am still involved in it) and all things imaginative/creative, and therefore am an eager role-player. I have a naturally well-spoken accent, and my appreciation of language has given me a vast, creative and expressive vocabulary that I love to use! I’m comfortable with all taboos, and happy to embrace any and every CF/dominant role, however bizarre!

To sum up…

I’m a ‘different kind of domme’. If you’re ‘a different kind of sub’… you have weird desires and different needs… if you seek a temporary escape from the world and it’s responsibilities with a discreet lady, at an equally discreet address… and you don’t take yourself too seriously… give me call; we could have some fun!