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France FemDom: Why This Kinky Paris Event Should Be on Your Radar

If you’re into female domination — or just deeply Domme-curious — you’ll want to be in Paris this June. France FemDom is a three-day event (June 19–21) that combines serious kink education, elegant debauchery, and a play party that’s shaping up to be one of the hottest of the summer.

 

Organized by the incredible Inanna Justice (you might know her from post-porn films or her book The Heart of the Dominatrix), the event is unapologetically femme-led and femme-centered. It’s made for Dominatrices, switches, kinky femmes, subs, queers, sex workers, and anyone who wants to explore domination beyond the clichés.

 

We’re going to break it all down — because this isn’t just “some play party in Paris.” It’s a smart, sexy, feminist gathering with range.

 

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💋 What Even Is France FemDom?

 

It’s a full-spectrum celebration of female domination. Three days. One city. A whole lot of latex, leather, brains, and boots. There’s no single vibe — it’s part educational deep dive, part networking space, part elegant kink playground.

 

This isn’t one of those events where you sit in a sweaty room listening to the same old 101s. The workshops go deep — into things like psychological sadism, military interrogation play, consensual non-consent, altered states of consciousness, and even body sewing. Yeah. Sewing.

 

It’s also not just for pros. Newer Dommes and curious subs are just as welcome, and the atmosphere is built around sorority, equity, and community. There’s even a pitch session where you can share your kink project with the crowd — very “Dragons’ Den” but make it leather.

 

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📅 What’s the Schedule?

 

Day 1: Learn (June 19)

 

Workshops run from 10 a.m. to 7:30 p.m., with a serious lineup:

• Midori will be teaching military play and scene psychology

• Butcher, a queer Paris-based Domme, is diving into CNC (consensual non-consent)

• Wild River explores ***, control, and the psychological side of sadism

• Other topics include hypnosis, skin sewing, body care for Dommes, and even mind games using cards and dice

 

You’ll walk out feeling like you’ve leveled up — mentally and maybe emotionally fried in the best way.

 

Day 2: Explore (June 20)

 

Morning: chill walking tour of Paris that focuses on some powerful women in France's history, and private boutique visit.

Evening: a private cruise on the Seine. Picture a barge full of kinksters, dressed to kill, drinking champagne and watching the Eiffel Tower glitter. No crocs, no cargo shorts — this is an elegant affair.

 

Day 3: Celebrate (June 21)

 

The Fête des Dames Gala and Play Party.

It kicks off at 5 p.m. with performances, DJs, surprises, and a fully kitted-out space for play. The vibe? Think velvet rope meets dungeon chic. There’s a changing room on site, so no excuses — fetishwear is strongly encouraged.

 

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💡 Who Should Go?

 

If you’re a Domme, a switch, a sub who loves femme power, a kink educator, a sex worker, or a creative who wants to build community while sipping wine on a boat — this is your event.

 

It’s not cis-het male Domme fantasy cosplay. It’s community-led, femme-forward, and grounded in actual kink knowledge and ethics. People attend from across Europe and beyond, and the energy is more “salon of powerful women and those who serve them” than “dark club with bad techno.”

 

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🎟️ Tickets

 

Prices start at €70 if you just want to come to the play party.

The full three-day pass is €620, which includes everything — workshops, cruise, gala. Alcohol and snacks are included at the cruise.

You can mix and match ticket types depending on your vibe and your wallet.

 

👉 Tickets here

 

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📸 What About Privacy?

 

This is a femme-led space and privacy is respected.

• Don’t take photos unless you’ve asked.

• Some attendees may be masked or totally private—respect that.

• Want to wear a mask to protect your identity? Do it.

 

Consent isn’t just for scenes — it extends to photos, social media, and conversations. Don’t name-drop who you see. Don’t post people without consent. Period.

 

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France FemDom is not a generic play party. It’s a space to get smarter, build relationships, stretch your kink practice, and celebrate femme dominance in all its forms. Whether you’re there to absorb, to cruise, to collaborate, or to get a little bruised — it’s the kind of event that makes you feel like you’re part of something bigger than your solo practice.

 

Come for the workshops. Stay for the cruise. Leave with new ideas, new friends, and maybe a few new bruises (consensual, of course).

 

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🖤 More info:

📍 FranceFemDom.com 

X: @FetesDesDames

Insta: @justiceroom_paris

 

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