If you enjoy your session with Me and would like to add your thoughts here, you are welcome to contact Me in regard to sending me your testimonial
"I just wanted to say how nice it was to walk into such a pleasant and clean and hygienic place and for making me feel so comfortable about my special session."
"Hallo. I am Eric, and I live in Thornlie, Western Australia. Canes and caning are my 'thing'. And chocolate. Don't forget to bring the chocolates when you visit Mistress Claudia.
I have visited Mistress Claudia. Will I return? Will the English always 'go down to the sea in boats'? The answer to both is an emphatic 'Yes'! I know my reasons, but I am more interested in what might motivate you, the reader, to visit.
"All I have is words, to win your heart." And I hope you'll forgive any mis-quoting, and the lack of attribution. This is a testimonial, not a scholarly dissertation. Your first encounter with Mistress Claudia may well be through the words she puts onto her website. This website, where you are now. But the written word is only an abstraction of the spoken. That which comes from our vocal chords is the very basis of human society. I am confident that a meeting with Mistress Claudia will impress on you just how much we owe to the power of speech.
Behind me, the door closed with a softness that invites an echo - the sound of a return visit.
On this day in August a thunder-cloud was hurling down a savage shower of spearing rain, it's final act of defiance before an honourable retreat. In Perth we don't get winter, just summer showers. In a massive flanking operation the metallic-blue sky was gathering on the horizon. With its advance would come the warmth that gets the blood moving; has you reaching for the telephone and the keyboard.
Out there, in suburban Perth, is an entrancing woman. Competent, confidant, and above all - caring. When you keyin that number, or write that email, you will be reaching out to Mistress Claudia.
Don't forget the chocolates :-)
"World I'd thought to frame this as a review, a paean in praise of Claudia's dark captivating beauty, her power, and her reserve. But I'm not sure. I suspect that those who know don't need to be told that she is a most extraordinary person with an amazing gift. And those who don't know? Well, it's a fairy tale of course. You steel yourself, cast away doubts and climb the tower, let thorns rip your skin and find the princess at last in the top-most room. Not locked in, nor shackled of course. They're for you. She's not in need of your rescue.
In other times and places you might have thought to win praise, the reward of affection or attention. But here there is only surrender, giving yourself up to the indifference, the curiosity perhaps, and ultimately the mercy of the Queen in her own domain. More than any text book, any wilderness adventure or spiritual retreat, a visit to this tower has the power to reveal yourself to yourself. But first and last and always you must submit. To the Mistress.
Claudia, I know you only through your performance of course. And it is a vanity to suppose that the audience can ever know the performer better than they will be allowed. But the audience can be moved and transformed through the power of a performance in ways that sometimes even those closest to our hearts can not do. I know only your talent, and some of your kindness and power and I salute you for that. I raise my cup to you, indeed I was your cup overflowing ...
Memory blurs, but some things remain sharp. I'll always know that one of the best things I have ever done was to place myself under your tutelage, your whip, your wit for just a while those years ago. Am I brave enough to do it again? In an instant!
For now though, my very best regards to you. With deep respect, Mr John.!"
Mr John, Perth