Greetings! For ANYONE who said I couldn’t accomplish “London in 9 days” can kiss my white ass. Also unforeseen circumstances prevented slave m from coming, so I spent my time with another slave, whom I’ll leave anonymous since he’s such a pussy when it comes to details about himself online (LOL).

This is an EXTREMELY long post, so I’m putting it behind the cut:

August 2: travel travel airport to airport…

August 3:
Arrived off plane at Gatwick Airport and spent hours in line to get my passport checked, then went through customs and off to London we went! We took the Gatwick Express and train-hopped the Underground (my first time in a subway) all the way back to my hotel (which kicks ass by the way) with 3 large suitcases and 2 carryons. Now imagine lugging THAT through the trains and down the street!!! (And back too!)… After arriving at the swanky hotel, we walked around London and ended up who knows where. Oh yeah. We went to Trafalgar Square and saw fountains, and the statue of Admiral Nelson who defeated Napoleon 200 years ago. We walked through Whitehall Street past the Prime Minister’s house which you can’t approach because of guards at the gate. We also saw statues of women’s clothing which displayed how women’s rights had come a long way since World War 2. After our long walk, we took a cruise on the Thames River and saw all the famous buildings all the way to Tower Bridge and back, which kicked royal booty. Get it? Booty? River? hehe. Ok silly I know. After our cruise, we enjoyed the London Eye with some pre-paid VIP tickets which let us skip the line and get champagne (I chose orange juice in leiu). Gotta say the London Eye (from afar) looks like a ferris wheel. Wow was I wrong! The whole thing spins a full circle every half hour and is made of glass and steel, which let us see the London skyline with a 360 degree view. From up there, we could see Parliament, Buckingham Palace, and the Gherkin (which I like to refer to as the “Giant Dildo”) and lots of amazing things. I was kinda scared up there, afraid our “eye” would collapse or start shaking, but we all lived. Guess it’s more enforced than I thought. While up there, I snapped lots of pictures and slave took some photos of me (which I’ll share back home). The photos from the river were awesome as well. The buildings. The architecture. The sheer beauty! And ooooh we also saw the theatre play called “Avenue Q” which was kind of like an R-rated Sesame Street and the songs “It sucks to be me” and “The Internet is for porn” got stuck in my head. All I would do is sing “It sucks to be youuuu” to my slave and he would say, “Yes, it sucks to be me.” hehe. Great song by the way!!! That show was really funny! That day, we went to Garfunkel’s for yummy food and while waiting for our food, I took an abundance of pictures of sexy girls with my telephoto lens. Wow the girls’ asses are sooo hot in London! When slave’s food came, I let him eat everything on his plate except the tomato, which I covered in vinegar and told him he wasn’t allowed to eat it. The thing was, he really wanted to eat it and I didn’t let him, so he felt deprived all day. This, in turn, allowed me to tease him all day by saying, “See that tomato over there on that sign? You want that don’t you. Too bad, slave.” Basically he was denied all day from eating a tomato so I laughed my ass off! haha

August 4
The discovery of the toasted Starbucks “panini” which become an immediate addiction. Every morning, I ate a panini for breakfast since the coffee shop was directly across from our hotel. After getting some food in our stomachs, we went to Victoria Station to travel to Brighton’s Gay Pride Parade, but for some reason, our debit cards didn’t work in the machine. That was kinda sucky considering how long we waited in line to use the cash machine (they call them cash machines, not ATM machines). So instead of pouting around, we went to the main pub upstairs. My first time in an English pub. There, slave got to have his first tomato since I had deprived him and he immediately starting moaning “oooh” and “aaah.” hehe. My slave had apple cider (not the apple cider you know of in America, this was an alcoholic cider) and I tried a swig and didn’t particularly care for it. I stuck with water. Instead of frustrating ourselves with trying to get to Brighton (cause by now the train had passed), we noticed that Buckingham Palace was RIGHT there. We walked around and see how AMAZING and BEAUTIFUL the place really is! That place was spectacular! So much detail! And the gates! The fountain! And those stuck up guards. Whoops. I mean, the Buckingham Palace guards. hehe. It was SOOOO cool. Felt like being in a movie. I took tons of photos out there (will share them when I get back to the states). We strolled through St. James’s Park and saw the Queen’s swans and all the pretty little ducks and birds eating bread from the children. One thing I noticed was how many people like to sit on the ground in these parks. So we did too! We relaxed on our backs looking up at the trees and just talked, holding hands for what felt like hours. Afterwards, we walked out of the park and into the street, which was around the area where Parliament (and Big Ben) and Westminster Abbey were located. We saw the outside of those buildings and took tons of photos, then noticed drums playing around the corner. After circling around the block a few times (hell of a time crossing the street there), we walked closer to the drummers who turned out to be Buddhist monks in orange fabric who had walked 850 miles to protest the horrors of torture in war. The display shown was heart-wrenching and there were photos of babies with their eyes and tongues ripped out. Very powerful emotional stuff. But this protest and display stand was supported by members of Amnesty International (which I’m a member too) so I took special notice of this. I sat and watched for a while and then some asshole next to me started saying that torture is good and the people protesting were idiots. He royally pissed me off, but in respect to the rally, I simply walked away from the guy without retaliating in a rude or sarcastic manner (which normally I would have done). That protest led me into a not-so happy mood, but it didn’t last long cause well, I was in LONDON. Ironically, after seeing the protest, we watched a murderous fun play. Is that fucked up or what? We saw the theatre play “Little Shop of Horrors” which was really well done and incredibly funny as well. The kinky dentist always cracks me up! The actress that played the main character had sexy legs and a short dress which captivated me during the whole show. Also, one thing cool about London is that during the intervals, they always serve ice cream. Mmmm yummy. Thankfully they were portioned right so I didn’t overeat. What better way to enjoy a show than with some yummy ice cream?! I’m so glad people weren’t eating popcorn and chips like in the U.S. because then sounds of people eating would have distracted me.

August 5
Day starts. Panini!!! Went to Leicester Square and made some video blog stuff (will share later) and saw SoHo and went into a few porn shops and saw all sorts of erotic art. We visited Chinatown which was kinda small but really cool how close it is to everything. Then I got my portrait painted by this sweet lady in the Square who kept moving my head every 2 millimeters which was kinda funny cause I never really noticed my face budging at all. The painting is really cool (you’ll see it in my video blog) but I’m not sure she got “me” in it. I mean, it looks like me, but it lacks the “Isabella emotion” that usually comes out in photographs. Oh well. I was still impressed with what she created in less than an hour. By the way, I’m still getting used to the money currency exchange and wording. In England, they have “pounds” and in America we have “dollars.” For every dollar I own, it’s really worth less than 50 cents. Ouch. So that painting was 50 pounds, so technically, it costed about 108 dollars. Wow. *eyeballs pop* Afterwards, we walked to the Prince Charles Cinema and watched the free speech documentary about the Dixie Chicks called “Shut Up and Sing” which really hit home cause I remember when all that stuff with them happened. That was a kick ass documentary!!! Then we strolled back to the hotel room and I put on a very tight black corset and short black skirt, fishnets, and black heels (not something I’d wear everyday out there since so much walking has to be done, but this was a treat just for dinner) and we walked into Leicaster Square again. Guys (and girls) were staring at me in my outfit and poor slave was simply staring at my ass all embarrassed hehe. It’s so fun when people have lust in their eyes. We ate at a restaurant called Bella Italia. There are tons of Bella Italias but this particular one let us eat outdoors. Wow the food was OUTSTANDING. And slave was staring at my body the whole time in the corset and looking into my eyes while he ate his pasta. He never believed he could have sexual feelings over food, but wow this proved him wrong. Then we went back to the hotel to relax and took a nap and changed into more comfy clothes. Afterwards, we went to Covent Garden and walked around at night and noticed some of the empty shops (cause it was sunday and everything there is closed at night) and sat on a bench and talked about aliens. We also noticed a bar called “Stranded in London” which cracked me up because think about it. Stranded. London. What an alibi!!! Your friends call and ask, “Where are you?” and reply with, “Oh I’m stranded in london, what about you?” lol. We also walked by the Zimbabwe Embassy which was the first embassy I had ever seen, so that was really neat.

August 6
Another panini! We took the famous “red bus” and sat on the double deck at the top all the way to the Tower of London. But before we got there, we passed the St. Paul’s Cathedral where Prince Charles and Diana got married (that place took 30 years to build! Soooo detailed!) and drove through town seeing all the incredible architecture and amazing detail in the buildings. We also passed a sign that told me where the Roman gate used to be, which is now called Ludgate. So basically we were inside the “original London” that the Romans built. Pretty cool huh? We saw where Jack the Ripper did his most notorious killing and then went into the White Tower and saw gun powder barrels, swords, armour, guns, and curved stone staircases. We also browsed the Torture Exhibit where they had the scavenger’s daughter, the rack, and some sort of hand-hanging device for hurting people. Ow. We stood at Traitor’s Gate (even got a photo of me in front of it) and I threw a quarter into the water and made a wish. We also viewed, from a distance, Anne Boleyn’s tudor house and where her head was cut off with a sword. OOoh and then we saw (UP CLOSE) the Crown Jewel’s including the Culinam diamond which is 533 carats. Jesus. That was HUMONGOUS. The diamond. Wow. And the thing is ALL the jewels and crowns were HUGE and sparkling and just left me speechless. I also saw the Coronation crown and lots of Beefeaters. I always thought a Beefeater was a carnivore, but actually it’s a type of old soldier in a funny red outfit who are kinda like tour guides. We also saw Tower Bridge at the PERFECT time and saw the drawbridge lifting and closing. It’s quite a beautiful site. I recorded a small video out there and will upload it later. We were getting kinda hungry, so we traveled to Angus Steakhouse where I ate delicious salmon and he had a steak. And for kicks, I gave him my tomato off my salad. Later on he gave me one hell of a back massage. mmmmm…

August 7
We walked down a small alley street kinda hidden from the world where we saw some little shops (turns out that the Miss Potter movie filmed a “pass-through” scene there) including one that sold old military medals and medallions. I was SHOCKED that people were selling medals for so cheap. A vietnam war medal for 2 pounds. A purple heart for 10 pounds. British medals. American medals. Nazi medals and everything. I was standing there shocked. I mean. People died for those. And here this shop was selling that shit. It really kinda ticked me off. But then again, people gotta eat. Next door was a little quaint shop selling hundred-year old prints and very old pieces of art. There, I bought 3 century-old color prints depicting female supremacy. VERY pleased with the products (and only 15 pounds total). We discovered a small Greek food place that seemed hidden from the world, so we grabbed seats and ordered. I tried the vegetable plate with a variety of salads. Matt Damon had eaten there before cause there was a photo of him on the wall with the owner of the restaurant. Sure woulda been cool to run into him Afterwards we took the Underground (here it’s called “The Tube”) to Westminster Abbey. Wow what can I saw about Westminster Abbey. That place is THE MOST SPECTACULAR PLACE I have ever seen before in MY LIFE and I’ve seen a ton of things. The inside of the building was absolutely breathtaking. I purposely left my camera at the hotel that day since no cameras are allowed there. The building itself had so much history, so much culture - built in 1065 with additions later. The intricate details in the ceiling and the moldings and the walls…. the stonework was incredible to say the least. I have no idea how the builders were able to get up so high back then. And there were over 3000 burials there, in which most of them were royalty or some sort of admirable descent. Kings and Queens buried there with remarkable statues of stone and marble with realistic depictions of how they must have looked back then. And many of the statues and stonework had family crests adorned in real gold. I was in shock the WHOLE time. It was absolutely INCREDIBLE. There is no way I can describe into words how fucking fantastic that place was. Whew! I saw where Henry the VII was buried and Bloody Mary (she’s buried under Queen Elizabeth I’s body with no memorial, just an inscription of religion and a warning on fighting based on religion.) Then we took the tube to Harrod’s which was a giant store with expensive products and lots of designer things. I decided to buy a Gucci watch which just came out (so new in fact that the style on the column advertisement wasn’t even available yet) and also bought a black Chloe purse with a gold colored lock on it. In the perfume room, I eagerly bought a large bottle of Vera Wang perfume called “Princess” which smells so good that I think I came in my panties. Cum at first smell. The cute girl at the counter gave me two free gifts which had lip gloss and perfume. She was very sweet to do that and give me an extra one! Then we browsed the food court, which I must say, blew my fucking panties to the fucking swimming pool. The produce section was sooo fresh and clean and all the items looked freshly picked off the vine. Fruits I had NEVER even heard of were there, most of them imported from different countried. Many I never even saw before and I was completely and utterly shocked. From room to room, I was in heaven. A chocolate room. Dear GOD. A room soaked in chocolate. And the meat room - you could smell roast and salmon and steak being cooked on the spot. Mmmm… I gave in after mild arm-pulling and delighted in a chocolate Godiva truffle and ate it at a tea room called Ladiaree (sp?) where I had tea for the very first time! Jasmine tea. Hot jasmine tea. Even learned how to add milk and sweetener into it to make it taste better. At Herrod’s, we went downstairs and saw the memorial of Princess Diana and her boyfriend Dodi which showed two wine glasses encased in glass from the last meal the two had. Downstairs, we also went to this tax-free bank place so we could get a global refund for our purchases since many of our expensive purchases would have the taxes reimbursed to us. Turned up to be approx 150 pounds so that’s like 300 bucks or so. Already got it back. Then we went to the Comedy Store to see some cool stand-up comedians which cracked me up! It was “Cutting Edge” night where many of the comedians have to think “on the spot” and create jokes based on the latest events in the news. My absolute favorite comedian was Scott Capurro who was this gay guy from San Francisco who now tours Britain almost exclusively. He pushes the envelope and says things more blasphemous and ruder and more shocking than anyone. I recall him saying Jesus Christ on the cross was only up there dying cause he forgot his safe word. Hell, I cracked up soooo hard I almost pissed on myself. When the comedians asked questions from the audience, it ended up being known that I was from Indiana and throughout the night, people made U.S. jokes and how dumb people were “inland.” hehe. It’s so funny cause in America, people get all pissed when you make fun of them. But in London, people really think Americans are dumbasses. And it’s true. Most of them are cause we have one dumb motherfucker for a president and who the hell voted for him? Sure as hell wasn’t me… Then afterwards we went across the street and ate at Planet Hollywood which was super tasty cause I had think sizzling fajitas and slave had a turkey sandwich. Good thing we had been walking around all day to work it off!

August 8
I gave slave some free time to himself and decided to spend some time alone wandering around the city. I went to the National Gallery museum and saw old paintings and beautiful artworks from some of the most famous artists in the world. It was absolutely AMAZING!! Across from the Gallery were musicians singing and dancing, which I caught on video, and while sitting out there, some guys started flirting with me which was flattering. Then I went back to my hotel room and napped for a while out of sheer exhaustion. When slave returned, we took the tube to the theatre to see the play called “Wicked.” I just have to say that WICKED was probably the best play I have ever seen (in my opinion, even better than Phantom of the Opera which I saw on Broadway in NYC). The costumes were incredible! The storyline, the actors, the actresses, the message, everything was FANTASTIC. A definite MUST see!! I love the songs “Popular” and “Defying Gravity” which are still in my head We also went back to Covent Garden and saw a half-nude male juggler who kept taking off his clothes every time he missed the object he tossed. There, we shopped at Loccitane en Provence which has the best soap in the world and bought 3 items for my face including a cleanser, a toner, and a moisturizer. Later, we attempted to rent a video in the hotel room but there were only outdated movies available, so we walked around searching for a video rental place. We googled a place and mapped it out, but when we arrived, the place had closed down and some weird art store was in its place. So we searched through Chinatown to find google’s second choice. It too no longer existed. So we gave up looking for a rental place and went to Piccadilly Circus to HMV next to Virgin Records. We bought all 4 “Alien” movies along with “9 Songs.” Funny thing is, when we arrived back at our hotel room, the Alien movie quit suddenly after 40 minutes. Sucky. We still have to go back and exchange it. Also that night we decided to save money by eating in our hotel room instead of going out, so we went to the grocery store and bought stuff for salad and sandwiches, some fruit, juices, and water.

August 9
We took the tube to South Kensington to the Science Museum. We planned to go inside to see the iMax theater, but there was some sort of bomb threat going on so everyone was evacuated. We walked around some more to return later. We went to Victoria and Albert’s (V&A’s) where we snacked at their museum cafe. I ate a tuna sandwich and carrot salad and he had pork with potatoes and a lemon cheesecake. We spent extra time in the Fashion section which had clothes from all types of periods. My favorite thing, however, was a 1993 photo of Linda Evangelista modeling a suit and appearing somewhat of a man. I was so intrigued by that photo! Then we saw the statue collections where I felt that Lord Leighton was MUCH better and more talented than the impressionist sculptor Rodin. I personally think Rodin sucks and is WAY over-rated. Rodin is so rough with his work and to me, lacks a lot of skill in accurately putting muscles where they should be on people. But all the other sculptors were smoother and much better. I LOVED the fact most of the museums were free!!! We also visited the Natural History Museum and browsed the volcano exhibits in the red zone and the dinosaur exhibits in the blue zone. First of all, I don’t care how many times I’ve seen dinosaur bones, I’m still floored by it. They are 200-65 million years old for goodness sakes and they are so wonderfully preserved! Amazing! There were so many people seeing the exhibit, people crushed each other which made it difficult to breathe. That’s another thing about London. There’s a lot of people there and at every museum everyone brings their fucking children. Then we went to the Science Museum (the bomb scare no longer a threat) and saw the 3D “Dinosaurs Alive” movie wearing those neat little glasses. The movie showed how archaeologists were able to recover bones and what those dinosaurs must have looked like back then. That was the first 3D movie I had ever seen and was highly impressed. Then we ate at Subway and had sandwiches. I snuck and bought a pack of cigarettes (just so I could call them fags) which weren’t too good, but the sandwiches were delicious Afterwards we walked to the British Museum which had artifacts recovered from countries all over the world. I particularly enjoyed seeing the British Library in the museum with ancient books (also the place Marx came up with his cruel ideas) as well as the mummies on the upper floor (4 flights of stairs up!). I was absolutely FLOORED when I saw a preserved mummy (preserved within a glass case) that was over 5,000 years old that still had the SKIN and HAIR still attached to the decomposing body. Wow. 5,000 years old and the body still hasn’t fully decomposed. The only thing about the museum that disturbed me was the Greek Parthenon artifacts which has been an issue causing controversy and negotiations for the last 30 years. Greece wants those stone pieces back so they can renovate one of the buildings and give it the “ooh and ahh” factor and construct it to look like it was supposed to originally. However, England argues that since they purchased the stone pieces back in the 1700s that they are the rightful owners. First of all, in my own opinion, I think Greece should get them back and if Greece expects them back, they should offer England something of equal value in its place so it doesn’t lose the tourist appeal. Seeing those incomplete pieces just sitting on a ledge did not do it justice. They would have looked remarkable way high up in the air attached to the original building (which Greece WANTS to do!)… seeing the way they were displayed just seemed like a travesty. I mean seriously. If someone took bits and pieces of the ceiling and walls of WestMinster Abbey and placed it in some other country, which undoubtedbly causes unsightly damage to the building, don’t you think it would be only RIGHT to give the pieces back so people can see the original building in all its glory? Hmmm… And then we saw the oldest running theater play (in the world) called “Mousetrap” and now I finally know whodunnit but my lips are sealed. *ssh*

August 10
We considered going to Madam Toussad’s but changed our minds cause they were overpriced and overrated and people kept telling us it wasn’t worth going and the wax people didn’t actually look very realistic. So instead we walked around and went shopping in a nice area of town where I bought a matching Chloe wallet for my purse, along with some exclusive English-made soap (can’t remember the name of it off hand). The building where we bought the soap was 137 years old and prided themselves on being in business for such a long time. The soap sure smells good! We did some more shopping, then watched the movie “9 Songs” back in the hotel room after exchanging the broken Alien series. Not sure if you know this, but “9 Songs” was the first movie of its kind to be given an 18+ rating instead of a pornographic rating. It was extremely erotic! But wow I gotta tell you, I think it was porn. I saw vaginal lips. I saw the girl sucking his cock. I saw the head of his cock. I saw him ejaculate while she jerked him off. I saw him go down on her pussy. I saw her asshole. I saw her give him a footjob. And that isn’t PORN??? Gimme a break. Give me a remote control so I can fast forward the concert scenes and the whole movie is a porn flick. It was artistic, I’ll give you that. But Jenna Jameson’s movie “The Provacateur” was extremely artistic too. Anyway we ate some quesadillas via room service while watching our movie so that our stomachs would stop growling. And then we started thinking, you know, this would be our last night here - what would be the best place to go to? Ah yes. A fetish club. We took a few tubes out to the middle of freaking nowhere and after walking around for ages thinking we were lost (and I was afraid of being mugged or shot, to be honest) and it was already 11:30pm at night we finally found the club. Club Isis. A couple loyal journal readers that run the place invited us to come and thankfully they let us in even though the place was already locked up (they lock everyone in at 11pm). I arrived wearing a tight black corset, short black latex skirt, fishnets, and black pointy shoe boots. My slave arrived wearing an electric blue latex shirt and short black latex shorts. (He had overclothes over it before we arrived, but all I wore was an overshirt, so the whole time on the trains, people stared at my latex skirt and legs.) I had a fucking BLAST while I was there and it was definitely a fantastic climax to my vacation. I whipped a sissy maid and told him he was a faggot and a cocksucker and now he’s hopelessly in love with me. Even more fun was getting to swat his ass with a switch and a riding crop and seeing his pain tolerance and wow, he took quite a beating from me! Several people watched while I dominated him on the St. Andrews cross (and later, on the spanking dummy horse). Another Mistress, a black Domme in red latex, was impressed with how sadistic my beatings were, so she asked me to beat her slave, who had disobeyed by interrupting her. I beat him hard and he cried “Mercy!” which made me laugh cause he couldn’t handle what my other slaves could. hehe. But he still took at least a 5 minute full crop and switch-whip beating, before his Mistress took over again. That was incredibly fun and the next time I go to London, I am MOST DEFINITELY going back there. And for those of you looking for Mistresses or are Mistresses with slaves already, I highly recommend going. The people who run it are very friendly and the place is very relaxed and easy going. What I love the most is that everyone has to dress in fetish gear to get in. YES!

August 11
After attending the fetish club, it was already morning time and the N26 bus that was supposed to pick us up completely left us. We were there on time and had been waiting for about 10 minutes and we stood up and were RIGHT THERE waving at the bus driver and he still ignored us and flew by us. They are NOT supposed to do that. I was furious because it was very early in the morning in what appeared to be a run-down area of town and it was very cold outside. Wearing a short latex skirt, I was freezing my tail off, plus was freaked out by the strange people who kept looking at us. Eventually we gave up the bus idea and hailed a cab back to the hotel (cabs much much much more expensive than New York taxis) where we took a quick nap then packed the suitcases and checked out. Long journey back to Gatwick. Arrived. Got on board…. bye London! Bye England! Right now I’m writing this from New York waiting for my next flight to Chicago, then Indianapolis. Still not home yet, but I’m back in the states and finished all the long lines at Customs. I’ll be home soon and look forward to seeing my kitty John Holmes the Porn Cat and recording some more hypnosis mp3s soon.

Love
Isabella
xoxoxox