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Amsterdam Mistress – Miss Kayo – Superior Dominatrix

I am back, but only till the END OF OCTOBER.


I’m leaving London. Not permanently, but for a significant amount of time.

I have a very exciting opportunity coming. Actually it is 2 exciting opportunities.

Firstly, work will take me to Finland, in an exclusive commitment for November and December. Picture my swag, wearing my warm fur coat, in -30°C, living my once in a lifetime experience. So absolutely no wrestling, no beatdowns, no domination, no me-and-you REAL time in any shape or form.

In January 2020, I’ll be back for a couple of weeks in order to pack my bags and go again, this time for the entire year. Oui, Pets and Gentlemen, I am leaving indeed. But don’t you worry, I will be visiting London sometimes, so you can plan to see me if you like. IF however you are really impatient and can’t wait to see me, you are more than welcome to take a flight or the train and come to see me in the adventurous, kinky Amsterdam.

So from January I’ll be a Martial Arts Mistress living in Amsterdam, travelling to London. And before that I will be entirely off the map for November and December. Which means





Here’s a post training sweaty picture. Blonde toned and tanned. 🤤 Be there or b squaaare.

Away 1-20 of August and announcements for the new season.

Hello darlings

Last week I visited The Drudge Rooms  a swanky new place that I will deliver sessions from and probably work as a Resident Mistress. I am so excited! I have already plotted hundreds of role-plays and kinky scenarios in my mind. Can’t wait to come back and get into action.


On a different note, it’s been raining for 3 days and I can’t wait to GTFO, get some sun, get a tan, swim and chill on the beach and read my book. And receive massages. Hmmm, and eat REAL food. And have a couple of cocktails.

I am on holidays 1-20th of August which means I will take my time replying to emails, and of course I won’t be working.
>>>.NO SESSIONS IRL (or online) 1-20 OF AUGUST.<<<<




Double feature! MY KINKY SISTER ERIS

I am now offering double sessions with My best pal and play-partner ERIS BENT

She was very kind to write this for you:

For sometime now, me and my stunning playmate have been the subject of tall tales and nasty rumours. This is some of what we heard whispered about us:

We always appear when least expected. Taking the back entrance.

We look like sisters, but we never look the same.

We seem to know our victim’s innermost desires, and use this against them.

No one has any idea what we really want.

We are madly in lust.

The jury is still out on the question which one of us is more badass.

Apparently, they also say that the truth is too hot to handle.

The truth? Let me me tell you the truth.

Yes, we are sisters. The twisted sort.

No, we don’t have super powers. Merely a myriad of skills, talents and kinks between us.

We are alike in many ways, but also very, very different.

I am, as you know, a devious wordsmith. Crafting sizzling role-play scenarios really gets me going. Almost as much as expertly wielding my extensive collection of sophisticated torture instruments, striking good looks, CP implements, razor-sharp wit, strap-on cocks and fiendishly difficult missions.

I often employs sexual wiles to get my way. Which sometimes becomes a double edged sword for all involved. Especially while distracted by my kink-sibling’s presence…

Submitting to Miss Kay O is like being caressed by a beautiful shiny pistol. Fully loaded. I like to toy with our prey. Have a giggle. At first, the victim believes that if he cooperates, things would get better. Deliriously better. That I am on his side. Do not be fooled. I’m a martial arts expert, who can, and will, break you by simply flexing my buns. The things I can do with my body to yours defy the laws of nature. Also, you can kiss your balls goodbye.

There is much truth in the rumour we love to attack from behind.

When we pounce, you wouldn’t know what hit you.

We will wrestle you down, toss you around, overpower you with our strong lithe bodies and use yours in whichever ways tickle our fancy. Once you are subdued and panting hard, we will interrogate you ruthlessly. There are no right answers.

Just when you reach the edge of endurance, our breath will become a little laboured. Our pulses faster. Our skins flushed. The pain will stop.

Beware. This isn’t a sign we’re going soft. Only that we have lost interest.

In you, that is.

Bound, gagged, and unable to move a muscle, you will know the meaning of true torture when we turn to each other. Grasping the essence of exquisite agony when we will start playing, inches away from your restrained body.

If you make gasp too loudly, you’ll be hooded. Forced to blindly smell our sweat and arousal, to helplessly listen to ringing slaps and moans of pleasure.

At this point, you’d gnaw your arm off to be able to see, taste, touch.

Tough shit. The cuffs are too tight.

Sometimes we will taunt you. Pausing to briefly brush lips, a breast, or a crotch, against your naked, immobilised, body. Perhaps even stroke your engorged cock – then whack it. Or indulge ourselves in a spot of CBT.

Maybe, if you are very good, we will make you our bitch. Our bumboy. Ride your ass and face, trapping you between twin cocks, twin cunts, one of each at both ends.

This would push most over the edge. But I know for a fact that some of you are made of hardier – or greedier – stuff.

So, can you handle the truth?

Pleased to Beat you

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:

Traveling dates for January

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


About a session

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.”



Barcelona is the best city…new BDSM erotica coming soon

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 😈

Sessions in Barcelona 29+30 October

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

Back for domination, wrestling, foot worship, CP and lots of other fun stuff.

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

Role-play with a beatdown. The way to please me.

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.

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