What’s it like to be a London Sub Sister?

Back in the late summer of 2017, I was the original driving force behind London SubSisters. A regular monthly event for kinky, submissive women which is held in a secret location in London.

Due to personal circumstances, I had to mothball the munch. Now that matters are settling down, I started to rethink the event.

Sadly, it is now time I pass over the reigns. I will still keep an involvement but very much on the low key.

So, what am I looking for?

Preferably an experienced kinkster who has run a munch before so has a good handle on what being an event orgnaiser entails. There is far more work than involved than other munches (I also co-created London Primals).

You will need to be on the right hand side of the slash and must not be wholly Dominant. Switch is fine.

To give yourself a flavour of what being involved in the LSS, I invite you to read the following below. As you an see, we are very VERY hardcore indeed!

If it doesn’t scare you off, then I invite you to visit the London SubSisters Fetlife page and send me a PM.

Looking forward to hearing from you!


Time: 8pm til 1̶1̶p̶m̶ when we get t̶h̶r̶o̶w̶n̶ ̶o̶u̶t̶ asked to leave as they are closing

Place: A random (but naice) public house somewhere in Central London

Present: Submissive women, slaves, switches, masochists, pets, prey & bottoms

Not present: All males or those identifying as males. Anywhere.

Sometimes present: Master C. Hunt, esq (The mascot)


The events of the evening begins something like this…

  • General kitten chat
  • Who’s going to Cirque? Who’s driving to Cirque? What are we wearing to Cirque? Cirque
  • Who’s going to LAM? How are we getting to LAM? What are we wearing to LAM? LAM
  • A sub sister (person can vary) announces the birth of yet more kittens
  • General squealing at the announcement of the birth of yet more kittens
  • The C.O.C.K.W.O.M.B.L.E.S Protocol Enactment (Checking Out Current Kinksters Willies On Mobiles Before Legitimising Enquiry Subject)
  • Feasibility study into if it’s possible to smuggle a kitten into the munch/Cirque/LAM
  • Cocktails
  • Complaints that the cocktails are nowhere near strong enough
  • Passionate debate on what number bottle of wine we are on
  • On why work is a bunch of arse right now
  • Who needs to borrow a tu-tu/nurse/french maid outfit for Cirque/LAM?
  • Reasons why Burlesque rocks (Because it just does. OK?)
  • Gasps and moans at latest toy/shoes/underwear purchases
  • The ‘That f****** twunt has just…’ announcement. Which leads to a dialogue on…


O̶r̶a̶l̶ ̶s̶e̶x̶.

A̶n̶a̶l̶ ̶s̶e̶x̶.

(Oh who am I kidding?)


Closely followed by…

  • The ‘I thought he loved me!‘ declaration (tearful). Segues into…
  • Hugs being offered by everyone. Then…
  • Reassurances to fellow sub sister that ‘No it’s not you, it’s HIM! If indeed he is a genuine Master/Dom/Top
  • Furtive C.O.C.K.W.O.M.B.L.E.S by sub sisters as they check his veracity. Many (but not all) shaking of heads
  • Heated debate on the interpretation of said profile being checked
  • Finally, a general consensus of agreement that whilst the subject of the reconnaissance is ‘prolly OK’, the presence of a cock pic in the gallery makes him undoubtedly a nob
  • Debate on aforementioned cock pic and if it’s just been stolen from a random porn site
  • Confirmation that yes, it is indeed on xhamster. (God bless you Tin Eye)
  • The ‘You’ll never guess who is seeing who now?’ proclamation

And sometimes, just sometimes, when the Sun is in the 12th house, on a full moon with Jupiter in conjunction with Uranus, we may, we just may…

…discuss kink.

But shh! You won’t tell anyone? Will you?

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