Two of my collared submissives live in Los Angeles, so I take every opportunity to fly west. Perhaps you’ll convince me to come even more frequently. My time there is often spoken for; advance planning or requesting that I come specifically for you is best.
Los Angeles is a gravitational city. Submissives travel from all over the world to kneel before me here, hoping to weave their devotion into my schedule. I divide my time between Santa Monica’s shoreline, canyon hikes that turn into rituals of silence and endurance, and gallery hopping downtown. The Getty and LACMA are regular destinations, spaces where I let my submissives trail behind me carrying bags, or kneel quietly in museum bathrooms waiting for my command.
And I always make time for the Eagle and the LA leather scene. These spaces carry lineage and ritual, where leather, sweat, and community form a pulse I recognize and claim as part of my practice.
When I’m in Los Angeles, I treat the city itself as part of my canvas. Its contradictions, sun-bleached beaches and dark clubs, Hollywood gloss and strip-mall grit, become mirrors for the contradictions in power exchange. Care and cruelty, devotion and degradation, all pressed together.
What to Expect from a BDSM Session with Mistress Blunt
Sessions with me in Los Angeles are rituals. They are not a list of kinks checked off but a choreography designed for you, for me, for the moment.
Perhaps you’ll be instructed to arrive at a West Hollywood suite with a folded letter of intent, an offering for my feet, and strict instructions not to knock until told. Maybe I’ll have you blindfold yourself in your car in Santa Monica, your pulse hammering as you wait to feel the leash snap onto your collar. Or perhaps I’ll send you into the desert hills with only directions and silence, until I appear, tugging you by your restraints into the heat of the canyon.
The scene begins long before the restraints. It begins the moment you choose to trust me with your most vulnerable self. Every detail matters: the setting, the rhythm, the pace of your breath. You’ll be required to show up fully, obedient, honest, hungry. In return, I’ll show you what it means to be devoured with care.
Some sessions start in silence. Others in interrogation. Sometimes you’ll be given homework weeks before we meet: daily mantras, written reflections, protocols to memorize. When you finally kneel before me, your body and mind will already be primed for surrender.
Los Angeles offers me a range of stages: luxury hotel suites where decadence meets discipline, the anonymity of art galleries, the openness of the Pacific, the intensity of a leather bar. Each becomes an extension of my control.
BDSM Play Possibilities in Los Angeles
The possibilities for submission in Los Angeles are endless, and I tailor each one to your thresholds and my whims.
Psychological Domination
Power begins in your mind, and I am precise in how I claim it. My background in psychology and performance allows me to implant fetishes, reshape habits, and pull at the threads of your identity until you wonder whether your thoughts were ever yours at all.
I excel at consensual gaslighting, erotic hypnosis, and obedience conditioning. You may be trained to respond to a single gesture, a word, even my silence. You may be instructed to journal your thoughts after our sessions, only to have me rewrite them, transforming your reflections into my doctrine. Over time, your inner voice becomes mine.
Mommy Play
I am as maternal as I am merciless. Mommy play with me is never simple, it is tenderness laced with punishment, comfort sharpened by control. I might braid your hair with one hand while spanking you with the other. I’ve tucked submissives into bed with lullabies that dissolve into gagging, spoon-fed those denied the right to feed themselves, and punished them for the smallest infractions, like leaving their shoes out of place.
For some, Mommy is the safest place they’ve ever known. For others, she is the first to demand true accountability. Often, she is both.
Femdom GFE
Femdom GFE with me is not about “playing house.” It’s about my house, my rules, my pleasure. You’ll learn the rhythm of my rituals: brewing my tea to exact specifications, rubbing my feet while I read, sitting silently through dinner until I allow you to speak.
I may flirt with you at a rooftop dinner downtown, only to humiliate you during dessert. If you’re lucky, I’ll let you spoon me after. If you’re very lucky, I’ll keep the leash on while you do.
I savor Femdom GFE for the quiet ways it lets me bend the air between us. My old guard training sharpens, rather than softens, these encounters. I wield my sexuality as a tool of control; even the lightest touch becomes a command you cannot ignore.
Foot Fetish
My feet are sacred. Other Dommes compliment them often, and with reason. I’ve been known to orgasm from truly devoted worship.
Perhaps you’ll kneel in Santa Monica, salt drying on your tongue as you clean my soles. Or worship me in a gallery bathroom, kissing each toe before I let you return to the exhibit. Foot worship is not trivial, it’s devotional. You’ll be taught exactly where to begin your kiss, how long to linger, and when to beg. Some days you may serve as furniture. Other days, as nothing more than a rug.
Bondage & Restraint
Restraint with me is never only about stillness, it’s about the surrender of motive. In Los Angeles, I might tie you to a palm tree at dusk, or bind you in rope in a Beverly Hills suite. Each knot becomes a tightening of my claim over you.
I use rope, cuffs, leather, and improvised restraints. I may immobilize you completely, or restrict you just enough to test your obedience. The longer you’re held, the more you understand that your body, and your will, belong to me.
Sensory Play
Los Angeles is a city of excess, and I use it all. Heat pressing on your skin, the tang of salt air, bass vibrating through walls. Blindfolded, you won’t know whether I’ll cool your chest with ice, sting your skin with nettles, or hum a tuning fork against your ribs.
Every sensation becomes mine to dictate. You don’t choose what you feel; you only feel what I allow.
Impact Play
I’ve bent submissives over balconies in Los Angeles, each strike reverberating against the skyline. I’ve made the walls of suites tremble with the rhythm of my cane.
Impact with me is not random. It is ritual. A crescendo. I read your body like scripture and write my will across your skin. Sometimes you’ll be forced to count; sometimes I’ll count for you, punishing mistakes with precision. The marks will linger long after I’ve gone, the ache reshaping memory into devotion.
Chastity & Denial
Your orgasms belong to me. Whether I lock you in a device or hold you in mental chastity, the result is the same: denial sharpens your obedience.
Perhaps you’ll ruin orgasms on command, send me daily reports, or repeat lines like my pleasure is not my own until they no longer feel like mantra but truth. In a city like Los Angeles, where distraction is everywhere, your denial will tether you to me.
Crossdressing
Gender play with me is precise, layered, and intentional. I’ve guided submissives through soft femme transformations, complete makeovers, humiliating feminization, and rituals of gender euphoria.
In Los Angeles, you might find yourself dressed in lace in a West Hollywood suite, every detail photographed as evidence of your surrender. Or paraded down Melrose at my side, made to walk, pout, and serve in exactly the way I demand. Whether playful, humiliating, or affirming, your transformation belongs to me.
Lifestyle Domination and Public Play in Los Angeles
Los Angeles thrives on spectacle, but with me, even public play is a curated ritual. I cultivate long-term service relationships with submissives here, training them in domestic rituals, devotional practices, and protocols designed for ongoing obedience.
Public play carries its own electricity. I might have you kneel outside The Eagle, lips pressed to my boots beneath the neon glow. Or guide you silently along the Santa Monica shore, each tug of the leash another step into surrender. Once, I instructed a submissive to wait outside LACMA in service attire, holding flowers I never accepted, just to remind him that readiness, not recognition, is his role.
Every act of public play is negotiated with intention and care. Discretion is not a limitation; it is part of the ritual.
Los Angeles is a city of contradictions: glamour and grit, performance and authenticity. My domination threads them together into devotion.
Femdom Date Ideas in Los Angeles
Lately, I’ve been fantasizing about teasing submissives with my toes by the pool, CFNM hiking in Runyon Canyon, and shopping dates on Rodeo Drive. Having trouble imagining our time together? Allow me to help spark some creativity:
- Let’s go hiking in Griffith Park or Runyon Canyon. Who knows what might happen when we’re alone on the trails? If you’re good for me, I’ll let you massage my perfect feet when we eventually retire to your room at The Beverly Hills Hotel.
- Take me shopping on Rodeo Drive. I’ve been eyeing sneakers at Balenciaga and a jacket at Tom Ford that I think you’ll agree look amazing on me. I’ll even let you walk two steps behind me, carrying my bags while I carry your credit card.
- Treat me to lunch at Camphor in LA and dinner at Citrin in Santa Monica. We can collect Michelin stars all over town until you’re begging to worship me privately.
- Or perhaps you’d like to serve at my perfect feet and beg to feel the sting of my whip? I know the perfect dungeon.
Tell me, darling, how will you woo me?
BDSM Stories of a Dominatrix in LA
I always ask my submissives to reflect on our time together, to journal about what they liked, what they loved, and what they want to explore together next. Here are some of my favorite reflections and interactions with my LA submissives:
Female-Led Relationship (FLR): An Interview with a Dominant Wife
“I hadn’t actually had a relationship like that. So the very first time we slept together, he asked me to put nipple clamps on him and it was so fun.His submissive abjection was so charming and very sexy to me, but I wasn’t very surprised by it. Even though I wasn’t very familiar. I didn’t have a lot of lingo or familiarity with BDSM at that point, but I just wasn’t surprised. I was just like, “I knew it.””
Female-Led Relationship (FLR): An Interview with a Submissive Husband
“I love that cuckolding was your idea. You also serve as my chauffeur in the city, sometimes even taking me to dates! I was just thinking about that before this call. Of how you would drive me to and from the airport. You once chauffeured me around with a date. You picked us up with champagne and I had given you the task of finding me chocolate-covered figs, was it?”
An Orgasm Control Tale: There and Back Again by the Quantified Sub
“Riddle me this: In a world of metrics, where we can measure the number of air particles per square unit of air, have you ever been curious if we can measure how horny you really are? Can orgasm control be optimized through the study of a submissive’s responses? What the odds of feeling horny on a Tuesday versus a Saturday are? Have no fear; the Quantified Sub is here! You are welcome on this scientific journey of discovery.”
Los Angeles Dominatrix Photos
Just a tease… here’s a more intimate look into some of my personal relationships in LA:
How to Submit to Me in Los Angeles
If you’re ready to submit to me in LA, you can apply to become part of my stable of submissives. Will you make the cut, darling? Woo me.
If seeing me in-person in Los Angeles feels deliciously out of reach, let’s stay in touch on my OnlyFans and via my newsletter. Whether you’re looking for my upcoming travel dates, virtual submissive training and tasks, or my unparalleled dirty talk, you’ll find more of me there.
Testimonials from my LA Submissives
What are local Los Angeles submissives saying about their time with Mistress Blunt? Wouldn’t you like to know…
“When I first approached you, I thought I just had an itch that needed to be scratched, but you’ve done so much more than help me explore my fetishes. You have an uncanny knack for pulling at those threads of kink, unraveling my defenses, and leading me to engage with the deep desire for submission that lay beneath. You helped me find strength in vulnerability, and forced me to give voice to my innermost desires. Thank you for creating space with me to strip away layers of stigma and repression that have warped all my relationships. In surrendering to you, I feel seen in a way I never have before. In devoting myself to your service, I feel myself growing in new and profound ways. Your holistic approach transcends BDSM. It is life changing.”
-F, LA
“It was absolutely the best case scenario I could ever imagine. I felt extremely comfortable with you in expressing my interests, limits, and post-session general discussions. During the scene, I felt like I was being pushed (in the hottest way possible) while also having my initial desires met and exceeded.
I also really enjoyed being able to talk with you after our session was over, I realize that it’s not part of the session and that you took time out of your busy schedule to slowly unwind out of the scene, and I truly enjoyed and appreciate that.
As you could probably see on my face throughout and after our session came to an end- I had an incredible time with you :). I rode a beautiful body high for the rest of the evening and into yesterday as well. My sushi dinner after we wrapped up was one of the most ravenous meals that I’ve partaken in.
Anyway, I wanted to thank you again for your time, dedication to your craft, and for allowing me to serve and feel comfortable in my skin.”
-S, LA