FemDom Weekend in Portugal

By Simone Justice

During an unusually harsh New York City winter, I was happy to receive an email from Madame Caramel informing me that a spot opened in her FemDom Retreat held in Lisbon, Portugal. I’d written her months ago asking to keep me in mind if ever it was possible to attend her always sold-out event. Suddenly, I was dreaming of warmer weather, socializing with like-minded people and 24/7 D/s roleplay. I wrote one of my personal subs immediately to let him know that I wanted us to make the trip.

My sub, panda, arrived the day before our flight to help me pack. While I directed him to pull out boxes of clothing and footwear, he confessed to being anxious. He had never been to an extended group femdom occasion and was concerned about letting me down. As I made a pile of corsets, I reassured him that the years of sub training with me had prepared him for this high protocol lifestyle vacation. My own anxiety grew as I sorted through leather and latex trying to pick my outfits. I knew that Madame Caramel’s annual FemDom Ball in London had a strict ballgown dress code, so I wanted to be sure to bring the correct attire. My panda had bought a new tuxedo complete with patent dress shoes, so he would surely meet the standard. The more I looked at dresses and heels and jackets…the more I felt unsure of what to bring. Until panda suggested that I pack it all because we could bring four bags each weighing up to 70 pounds. I moved all the attire I had pulled into my biggest suitcases and was packed.

After a five-hour direct flight I woke up grateful that panda had flown us first class so we could be well rested and begin enjoying our trip on the first day. We left our bags at the hotel then took Tram 28 to the top of a hill. It curved up the narrow ancient streets of the Alfama district sometimes only inches away from cars and walls. Then we rode back down part of the way and got off at a Miradouro, an overview terrace, with a sweeping view of pastel colored, red-tiled roof buildings and the extremely wide Tagus River. I spotted a tall blonde lady dressed in leather and boots and whispered to panda as she walked past that she would be joining us for the weekend. He asked how I knew. It was not so much her attire as her strong presence that made me sure that we would see her again soon.

We wandered the cobbled streets with a carefree plan of simply always heading downward until we reached one of the main riverside roads eventually. Away from the touristy avenues we found ourselves alone walking a city older than Rome until the sun set.

The next day I dressed in a black leather t-shirt, blazer, leggings and knee-high boots. We arrived at the retreat location, our excitement growing as the gate opened to reveal a large house and garden. A collared sub met us and walked us up the hill to a long building divided into several rooms each with their own entrance. Madame Caramel was kind enough to give us a room with a full kitchen, a crucial amenity for my special medical diet. She also had someone shop for my specific foods which were waiting in the kitchen. I felt her welcoming spirit before we had even met. We dropped my huge bags and his one small bag then headed down to the main house to meet the other guests. The outside world disappeared as we slipped into a fantasy come true.

Madame Caramel, sporting a short blue hairdo, greeted us with arms wide and a big smile. My panda was quickly dispatched to the kitchen to join the subs in cooking dinner. I sat at a table with the ladies. All of them had been to this occasion before and knew each other well but I was not left out as they took care to include me.

On my right sat the Hostess herself, the highly successful femenprenuer and dungeon owner, Madame Caramel, telling stories that made us all laugh out loud. Her effusive personality melded us into a group of quick friends. My wardrobe anxiety ended when I noticed her comfy clothes and sneakers. This really would be a retreat where the dommes would relax, lounge and be pampered!

Empress CatastroV, a fuchsia-haired giantess dominatrix from Holland with an ease of confidence sat on my left. I complimented her on her very long and very pointy fingernails. Next to her was a feisty Northern Irish dominatrix with stunning natural ringlets and natural dominance named Mistress Medusa Storm. And sure enough, the leather-clad lady from the day before sat across from me. The anonymous Scandinavian blonde beauty was from Stockholm. Throughout the weekend she wore some of the most fabulous leather ensembles I have ever seen. She had that constant dominant attitude that Lifestyle Dommes have. Later, I would meet London dominatrix, Lady Scarlett, whose lilting voice and pert blonde bob belied her sadistic streak.

Everything was perfect, except that Madame Caramel was miffed about not having a bell to ring for service. Of course, a servant boy was stationed to stand silently against the wall ready to fulfill our every need. Still, she was ruffled every time she habitually reached for her missing bell.

As the sun was setting, we all got up to get ready for our evening outing. Madame Caramel pulled me aside. She told me that her sub, the lead servant, had reported that panda fit right in with the others. I happily told him as we walked back to our room and was pleased to see his face relax. I changed into a leather blouse before we left to join a local munch.

We all sat in the back of the restaurant where our tables stretched the length of the room. Portuguese kinksters, some new, some experienced, who were coming together to create a BDSM community had generously allowed us to join them. It was a pleasure to meet the locals who were forging a new path. It felt like the munches I had attended when I first stepped out into the kink scene. My panda remarked that it already felt wrong to be seated next to me as an equal after dropping so deeply into subspace at the retreat. Before sleep, I gave him a paddling to remind him of his place.

The next morning, I slept in only to be awakened by panda knocking on the bedroom door. He had slept on the sofa and rose early to join the cooking crew without waking me. He said the dommes were asking about me. No time for makeup or dressing up! I quickly threw on a pink silk top, black satin pants and sneakers so I could rush down to the main house. It turned out that I was dressed just right. Madame Caramel wore purple satin pajamas which she joyously proclaimed she would wear all day. The other dommes arrived, some in casual attire, some more dressed up, dressing however they were comfortable.

There was a big buffet spread of fruit, cheese, cold cuts, bread and the Portugeuse special pastry Pastéis de Nata, a custard tart, which is panda’s most favorite food. I let him have one per day as a reward if he had served me well. The kitchen staff was kind enough to make me freshly boiled eggs. They were always careful to make sure to follow my dietary restrictions.

We had no agenda for the rest of the day. The women soaked in the sun and lounged and talked. Empress CatastroV excused herself then returned looking fabulous in a black PVC dress with lacing and black platform boots to do some filming around the pool.

The big night arrived quickly. It was to be a formal high protocol dinner with local femme dommes and their subs coming to join us. Looking sharp in his new tuxedo, panda went off to the kitchen. Wearing a black silk gown with a leather waistband and slit that showed off my long legs and red toenails in high heel sandals and opera length black leather gloves, I joined the elegantly dressed guests in the living room.

I scanned the room searching for Mistress Elena, a local dominatrix, who had taken private online classes with me. She was even more beautiful in person, dressed in a black midi dress with black leather gloves and boots. We hugged and laughed about how we thought we might never meet. Madame Caramel introduced me to a stunning woman that she had met on plane who had now landed in our world! The room was full of lively chatter while everyone mingled.

As I had anticipated the dommes were gorgeously dressed. Madame Caramel had on a bright green metallic gown and now had long black curls. She is a free spirit who changes her look as she pleases, a truly dominant trait. One charming visiting domme was dressed in a brown latex gown. The Lifestyle Domme wore a custom-made black leather gown with corset lacing up the back. We took a group photo of the dommes with glasses raised high.

Madame Caramel was thrilled to receive a bell from one of the locals in attendance. She raised it high and rang it loudly to signal that dinner would be served soon. As I took my seat, I noticed that the high protocol included elements that I had not anticipated. As usual, the subs did not speak unless spoken to, kept their eyes downcast, addressed us properly, and obeyed our every command. As I had told panda they would, they basically behaved like the Lord’s footmen in Downton Abby. But every time a submissive appeared they bowed at the waist before entering. And as they left, they took three steps backward while facing us before they turned around, then bowed deeply to us again at the doorway. This was more like Royal footmen! I worried about panda. I had not trained him on these particular protocols.

The conversation was captivating as it always is when powerful women come together. After a slight mishap when a nervous servant dropped an appetizer, strict Madame Caramel insisted that they start over. A new appetizer was made and the subs all stood at our left holding a plate until the lead servant nodded his head signaling that the plates be placed in unison. It was like eating at a fancy French restaurant. Would panda be up to par? We toasted to our Hostess for the extraordinary experience she had arranged for us.

When panda entered with my specially prepared dinner, I was glad to see him bow before coming into the room. Someone had generously coached him. I settled into the evening knowing that he would be alright. During dinner I got to know Lady Scarlett who told me all about her skills with tape and how she uses it for inescapable bondage.

After dinner, the dommes spoke privately about our dreams for our lives, sharing an intimate conversation. Marriage was mentioned. Business ambitions, and travel, as well as simple pleasures. I shared my dream of being healthy enough to return to running again. A sub entered the room and knelt at the feet of the lady seated next to me. Nothing extraordinary about that. Then he pulled out a diamond ring and proposed to his Mistress! She accepted with tears in her eyes. What a perfect ending to a perfect dinner.

We went back to our room to get ready for playtime. I directed panda to wear a black G-string under his clothes and to bring the toy bag. I changed into a lace blouse, leggings and my favorite boots, a knee-high platform pair by Louboutin. When we got to the living room it was full of people dressed in latex, leather, and almost nothing, all choosing a spot to play. I put panda on the sofa in bondage then warmed him up for a good flogging. Mistress Elena taught the woman from the plane, who wore borrowed fetishwear, how to flog. The play party was in full force until the late hours.

The woman from the plane had slept over and joined us for Sunday brunch. She was very curious about this new world she found herself in. Mistress Medusa Storm expertly answered her questions. The dommes grew closer chatting over coffee. The same seemed to be happening in the kitchen when I popped in for a moment and there was sudden silence. I had told panda about how subs often treasure the rare chance to spend time alone with other submissive males. When leaving, I paused outside the closed door and heard the conversation start up again. Clearly, a brotherhood was developing already.

Precious time in the sun outside followed our meal. Most of us would be returning to cold weather the next day. Madame Caramel would be staying on in Portugal and told us about her village and the customs there. That afternoon we got to experience local culture for ourselves with a trip to see a performance of Fado, traditional music that originated in Lisbon, thought to have begun with homesick sailors. I got a quick photo in my faux leather dress in the underground Medieval stone room that would have made a fantastic dungeon. I was so moved by the mournful music that I shed a tear even though I didn’t understand the lyrics. It ended in a customary face to face contest between the two Fadistas which reminded me of a modern rap battle.

At dinner, the boys were allowed to eat with us, instead of having our crumbs in the kitchen. I rested a while in my room afterwards, emerging in a black shiny catsuit carrying a corset that I instructed panda to lace up for me. For him, I chose a matching outfit of black PVC pants and shirt. We walked down to the main house, panda steadying me in my custom-made black patent leather calf-high platform boots across the driveway and down the stairs. We entered the living room to find everyone else still dressed from dinner, drinking port and dancing.

I never mind being the first to play, so I sat panda down near the fireplace, then blindfolded him and secured him to the chair with cuffs. I added several bondage belts wrapped around him and pulled tight until he was immobilized. As I strapped him down I whispered in his ear putting him into a trance. When I play, I tend to block out my surroundings narrowing my focus to my sub and what I am doing. So, I was surprised when I turned to get a crop and saw that the guests were all seated on the sofa and watching us. Madame Caramel had even pulled up a chair!

As the newbie to the occasion, I was unaware that it wasn’t a play party! I was already mid-scene, so I continued anyway. I mixed sensation play with a bit of pain, and a lot of pleasure for panda. Utilizing the training I had given him under hypnosis I commanded that he orgasm whenever I snapped my fingers. He writhed and moaned so much that one of the onlookers told me afterwards that he had enjoyed watching panda endure so much pain. He was shocked to discover that it was quite the opposite.

In the morning, I instructed panda to pack our bags before breakfast. I had several servings of toast made from the irresistible bread that Portugal is famous for, which was delivered freshly baked every day. I let panda have an early custard tart reward before he dragged our bags down the driveway. When Madame Caramel saw my luggage, she exclaimed that it was just a weekend for heaven’s sake! Everyone laughed while I admitted to my needless wardrobe anxiety and overpacking. Goodbyes and hugs were had all around. I thanked all the boys for their excellent service. Then we climbed in a car loaded with luggage in both the trunk and front seat and waved farewell as the gates opened.

Monday, we met up with Mistress Elena. She gave us a tour of her five-room dungeon complete with medical play and sissy transformation rooms. Most dungeons these days are a single room. It reminded me of the spaces that dominatrices like myself had back in the day. I was very happy for her to have such an amazing play space. I hadn’t known that mine were her first classes until she told me at the Saturday party! Since then, she had graduated from my colleague, Mistress Damiana Chi’s, dominatrix certification program and found great success. It warms my heart when I see my domme students flourish.

We decided to play with panda in her classic dungeon room. We instructed him to prepare himself to serve us while we changed in her sissy room. She wore a tight black dress, a leather corset belt and leather boots. I treated panda to a black lacy bodysuit, garter belt, stockings and heels. After we strapped him down on her bondage table spread-eagle and blindfolded him, we hypnotized him. During negotiation, panda had made a special request that Mistress Elena speak in Russian. As I counted him down into trance, she repeated the numbers in her native language much to his delight. What we did next will remain secreted behind her dungeon doors.

Hungry and happy we went to an elaborately decorated beachside hotel for lunch. Mistress Elena and I got to know each other better over salad and dessert. Then she took us on a seaside walk where we stopped for photos together on a stone jetty. As the sun set, we walked along the shore ending up at a plaza decorated in the Lisbon trademark black and white limestone cobbles where we said goodbye. Watching Mistress Elena walk away, I hoped I would get to see her in person again. The student who had blossomed into an experienced dominatrix turned and gave a graceful final wave.

                  With subtle domination in place, we spent the next couple days enjoying the sights of Lisbon on private tours. We got wet walking down the spiral Freemason initiation well at Quinta da Regaleira in the town of Sintra. We marveled at the intricately patterned Azulejos tiles on the facades of buildings. We rode over the Ponte 25 de Abril bridge which was built after the Golden Gate bridge and looks almost identical to it. We saw the Cristo Rei Statue which was built after the Christ The Redeemer statue in Rio that it resembles almost exactly. And walked down many black and white limestone patterned sidewalks, which are unique to Lisbon.

The wavy patterned plaza, Rossio, was panda’s favorite sight. Mine was the Elevador de Santa Justa, a giant outdoor iron elevator decorated in filigree which was built by a student of the Eiffel tower architect at the turn of the century. It lifts passengers from Baixa, the low neighborhood, up to the high neighborhood of Barrio Alto and is one of several such public elevators. I’m always a fan of efficient service. I let panda carry my shopping bags on the Avenue des Champs-Élysées inspired Avenida de Liberdade. Right before we left for the airport, I allowed him one last Pastéis de Nata as a reward for his excellent service during our fantastic femdom trip.

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