This has been my third year attending @MadameCaramel ’s FemDom Retreat in Portugal, and somehow, every year manages to be better than the last. This time, @SimoneJustice, Mistress Medusa, @LadyScarlettM, and @w2l joined the experience as well.
Now let me tell you something about the rules and rituals at the retreat. When we are talking about high protocol, it’s dripping with discipline, awareness, and respect for details. The rules may seem standard and subtle, but they create structure and obedience on a level that only high protocol can define. It ensures that the Ladies can really relax in luxury and comfort. Knowing all is handled with care. Some examples of the rules:
The submissives are expected to move quietly and efficiently, never interrupting unless spoken to. When dismissed, they take three steps back before they are permitted to turn their backs toward us – a small gesture that reinforces constant awareness. They bow properly when entering and leaving a room, acknowledging the presence of the Dommes. Speech is strictly controlled: they speak only when spoken to, and always with clarity. Eye contact is limited, only when appropriate.
The submissives are not permitted to drink alcohol, ensuring they remain alert, composed, and ready to serve. Meals are also regulated; they may only eat in the kitchen, and they eat whatever is left. They are also not allowed to sit on the furniture, only in the kitchen. If they want to sit in our presence, it’s on the floor.
Friday: arrivals and reconnection
We arrived at the villa to the kind of welcome one should expect at a proper FemDom retreat: champagne, nibbles, and attentive service from the subs, who immediately took care of our luggage, unpacking and storing everything properly. It is deeply satisfying to step into a space where protocol is immediately adopted, and the right energy settles quickly.
It had been months since most of us had seen each other, the last time being the FemDom Ball in October, so the first hours were spent catching up, a lot of laughing, and that familiar sense of slipping back into the 24/7 rhythm.
Later that evening, we attended the Leather & Latex Munch in Lisbon, which added another layer of social energy to the weekend. When we returned to the villa, the night turned into intimate conversations on the couch, in front of the open fire.
Saturday: sunshine and celebration
Saturday began exactly as it should at a FemDom retreat: I slept in.
And, as always, I asked for coffee in bed from my boy dyligent. He delivered promptly after I woke, which is always a good start of the day. He always has to do this, but at the retreat it definitely adds a deeper layer. It’s delicious to start the morning in full dynamic.
Breakfast awaited us downstairs, beautifully arranged on a perfectly set table by the boys, who remained at our beck and call throughout the entire retreat. Their attention to detail did not go unnoticed. After breakfast (still in pyjamas, naturally), I prepared for some poolside filming. The Portuguese sun was generous, and I recorded several POV clips themed around the FemDom retreat.
The afternoon was very chill: light snacks, relaxation, and preparation for the evening’s FemDom party, where Portugal-based Dommes joined us, along with their boys. Dinner that night was exceptional. Of course, the dresscode was elegant, and the service followed high protocol, the kind of refined attention one might expect at a royal table. The boys performed beautifully overall.
Of course… some boys do make mistakes. And those mistakes were addressed accordingly. After dinner came the play party – and what happens at a play party… well. Let’s just say the evening did not lack intensity or entertainment. Some things are best left inside the villa walls. 😉
Sunday: culture, and a soft landing
On Sunday, we slept in, and the morning to unfolded slowly before heading into Lisbon for a Fado performance. For those unfamiliar: Fado is a traditional Portuguese music style, deeply emotional and melancholic, often centered around themes of longing, love, fate, and saudade. It was beautiful. Even nostalgic. Performed in an intimate setting, it was the perfect counterbalance to the intensity of the weekend.
Back at the villa, our boys prepared a barbecue dinner. The night closed with a cozy gathering in the living room, where Simone Justice treated us to a beautiful and impressive hypno-bondage performance.
There were good conversations, dancing, sing-along music, and that rare feeling of shared presence that only emerges when the right people gather in the right space.
Until next year…
I look back on this weekend with a very full heart. These retreats are rare moments where kink, sisterhood, and indulgence align in the most beautiful way. I can hardly believe I have to wait another year for the next one.
What I am deeply grateful for is that my life is structured in such a way that I never truly have to say goodbye to the 24/7 dynamic. It is always present, sometimes soft, but always there, woven into the DNA of how I live and lead. But I will miss the intensity of the retreat and spending time with my sisters and their well-trained submissives.