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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.

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

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.

MY Birthday is coming up

I think the titles says it all. It is my birthday and I want to be spoiled.

I have to admit I have been spoiling Myself aaaall month, not working much (yes OF COURSE I POST PICTURES DAILY ON MY TWITTER, DUH!) but I just wanted some ME time, took it easy, trained my ass off daily (yes, that is how I relax), got more involved with the sex work community, as there were lots of stuff happening in March: we struck and marched for decriminalisation of sex work #strike4decrim on Woman’s day (the most emotional march I’ve been) and also the eeeevil age verification policy, booooo, that disturbed us all, thankfully it has been postponed for now.

SOOOO, it is my birthday as I said….and we shall celebrate. Book a session with ME, or buy me nice stuff that I can wear and take pictures and wrestle and beat up people with or in them.

Here is a picture of me modelling the first Birthday present that arrived:

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