15 Years of Friendship with Madame Caramel, London’s Black Dominatrix Icon

My friendship with Madame Caramel started in a dungeon, one of her own, in fact. Years ago, my husband and I had rented one of her fetish apartments for a filming session. I still remember it vividly. The door opened and she stood there, regal and radiant, and said, “Hello, beautiful Ezada.”

That was the first time we truly connected. Face to face. Voice to voice. There was an instant spark, a recognition. The unspoken understanding that passes between two powerful women who live and breathe dominance. Different accents, perhaps, but the same language.

What made that moment even more striking was that I had seen her before. Years earlier, at the Barcelona Fetish Weekend. I hadn’t approached her then, she had arrived in full purple latex, surrounded by seven attendants in matching uniforms, a vision of power. I admired her from afar, impressed by her presence and the aura she carried. But we hadn’t been introduced, and I believe in protocol.

It’s funny how the universe arranges meetings when the timing is right. What started as a rented space became the beginning of a deep friendship, one built not just on shared values but mutual respect, humour, and years of walking this path side by side.

That was over 15 years ago. Since then, Madame Caramel has been many things to me: a friend, a mirror, a sister, a grounding presence in this whirlwind world of FemDom. We are both Matriarchs, each with our own domains and styles, but we’ve always met as equals. I admire her deeply, not because of what she does (although that would be enough), but because of how she does it.

Madame Caramel is one of those rare women who manages to be both deeply warm and entirely self-possessed. She’s radiant, energetic, and always impeccably elegant, but what truly sets her apart is the way she makes everyone feel seen. Whether she’s greeting someone for the first time or hosting an entire room full of strong personalities, she knows how to hold space for others without ever giving up her own.

She’s a magnificent host, generous, intuitive, full of life. But she’s also very clear in her boundaries. She knows how to say no, how to uphold her standards, and how to offer friendship that feels deeply rooted in authenticity, not performance. Her presence invites connection, but not on autopilot, only the kind that’s earned, mutual, meaningful.

What I admire deeply is her ability to show vulnerability without ever losing power. She’s aware of who she is. She doesn’t need to prove it. That awareness allows her to open up when she chooses to, never weak, but human. She leads her household with a clear, structured hand, but her compassion is always right there, woven into the way she corrects, supports, or elevates those around her.

There’s no theatre in her dominance. It isn’t something she turns on for an audience. It’s simply who she is. That’s what makes it so magnetic.

Over the years, I’ve watched her build beautiful things. One of them is the Portugal FemDom Retreat, a private gathering for Dominant Women and their submissive partners. It’s not an event that needs banners or fanfare. It exists quietly, intentionally, for those who belong there. A space for real connection, in the sun-soaked intimacy of a villa where everything, from the rituals to the shared laughter, reminds us why we chose this life.

And then, of course, there are the grander creations. The FemDom Ball has always had a special place in my heart. Ten editions. A decade of elegance, power, and community. It’s the longest-running FemDom event of its kind, and it continues to set the standard for what a luxurious, dignified, unapologetically Dominant evening can be. I go not just for the celebration, but for the reunion. There’s a kind of magic that happens when women like us gather, dressed in velvet and pearls, surrounded by our servants.

For those who crave the raw energy of play, there’s also Club Black Whip. It’s one of those places where you don’t have to pretend. It’s more than a fetish party. It’s a scene that breathes kink.

And now, together with Mistress Tess, she’s building something new: Fetish Weekend London. A bold, exciting project that already feels promising. I trust anything that comes from her hands, because I know the kind of intention and integrity she pours into everything she creates.

I’m writing this because I feel love and admiration for my friend. Take from this blog what you will: perhaps a story of friendship, perhaps a recommendation for events, or simply a glimpse into the kind of woman who makes an impact without trying to impress. Madame Caramel is a leader, a host, a sister, a presence. She creates spaces where Dominant Women are celebrated, and submissives can serve with pride and dignity. That kind of work, rooted in experience, clarity, and care, deserves to be seen.

This is a reminder that real dominance doesn’t shout. It shapes rooms. It builds legacies. It connects people.