There is a particular stillness to December. A strange mix of softness and strain that wraps itself around your body long before the holidays actually arrive. For many, Christmas is a time of joy, indulgence, and reunion. But for just as many, it’s a month of pressure and performance. The smiling mask slips on automatically. The emotional labour increases. The weight of expectations grows heavy and metallic. And beneath all of it, something inside you whispers for a release you can’t name, a longing that doesn’t fit inside the tidy, glittering fantasies of a perfect holiday season.

I have watched countless people lose themselves in December, trying to hold up the façade of being fine. I have also witnessed them walking into my space, tense, exhausted, yearning for something to remember themselves in the midst of the turmoil, and leave transformed. Because there is something deeply human about needing a space where you are allowed to drop every obligation and every version of yourself that isn’t authentic. It is profoundly healing to choose intensity, surrender, and ritual as your way of reconnecting with your body and your truth. This is why a BDSM Christmas session is not a novelty or a gimmick. It is a gift, a real one. One that isn’t wrapped in paper, but in presence, trust, and the thrill of being seen. It is the most honest present you can give yourself in a season that demands so much pretending.

When you step into a session with me in December, you step out of the carefully curated holiday performance and into your own rawness. There is no need to impress me, no need to hold everything together, no need to be “good” in the ways your family, colleagues, or partner expect. Instead, you get to be good in my way, obedient, open, trembling, curious. Or perhaps defiantly resistant, ready to be tamed into softness through skill, control, and the kind of deliberate dominance that makes your whole body remember what it is to feel something real. Christmas is a time when most people give until they are depleted. A Kinky Christmas is the opposite: you give yourself permission to take. To take space. To take sensation. To take guidance. To take pleasure without apology.

A BDSM session at this time of year becomes a psychological reset. Impact play, bondage, sensory deprivation, humiliation, role play and anal play aren't just tools of dominance. They are mechanisms of release. They melt the tightness in your chest where unspoken frustrations have collected. They interrupt the endless mental lists and emotional caretaking. They unravel the tangled mess of expectations, disappointments, and unexpressed desires that accumulate throughout the year. There is a moment in every session where I feel your body change, when your shoulders lose their rigidity, when your breath deepens and your eyes soften. It is the moment the armour cracks and truth leaks through. December makes you vulnerable in ways you can’t articulate. But BDSM gives you a language for that vulnerability.

Your Christmas session with me becomes a ritual crafted for you alone. If you crave structure, I take absolute control. I position you, bind you, command you. I become the rhythm your body has needed but never allowed itself to follow. If you crave sensation, I give you a symphony of it, stings, strokes, pressure, warmth, the bite of leather or wood, the grounding grip of my hands. 

If you crave psychological intensity, I weave a dynamic around you so complete you forget the outside world exists. Teacher and student. Boss and apprentice. The wicked disciplinarian forcing you to finally be honest about what you want. And if you crave emotional connection, I give you presence. I sit behind you, my voice low, my touch steady, guiding you through the storm until you find the calm you’ve been missing.

December also carries something ceremonial about it. It is the close of one year and the threshold of another. A BDSM session becomes the way you clear out the residue of what you’ve endured, the stress, the holding-back and the self-denial. Creating space for you to walk into the new year with a body that feels awake again. 

I believe in the power of kink as transformation. Not because it is dark or taboo, but because it is honest. Submission is honesty. Dominance is clarity. Ritual is grounding. And pleasure, authentic, liberated pleasure, the kind that leaves you shaking is medicine.

So let me offer you this: you do not need to earn rest. You do not need to justify pleasure. You do not need to prove you have suffered enough to deserve softness or intensity or release. You only need to claim it. And a Kinky Christmas is your invitation to do exactly that. Step into my world. Let me strip away what no longer serves you. Let me craft a scene that frees your breath, steadies your mind, and awakens the parts of you you’ve been forced to hide.

Give yourself the one gift no one else can give you: permission. I’ll take care of the rest.

When do adults ever allow themselves to play in our modern day?

As adults we've forgotten the importance of play. We tell ourselves we're grown ups now. We don't need to play. Playing is for kids. We need to be serious. Serious about work. Serious about family. Serious about the future. Serious about every moment. Forgetting that what makes all of those moments of seriousness lighter is allowing ourselves time to play. 

Play is the First Language We Speak

Before we understood words or rules or social expectations, we learned through play. We explored, tested boundaries, pretended, imagined, created and destroyed and created again. Play was how we touched the world and let the world touch us.

Then adulthood arrived like a switch being flipped. Grow up. Behave. Be appropriate. Be realistic. And many people never fully recover from that command. Yet the desire doesn’t go away. It hides. It turns into stress. Into fantasies. Into resentment. Into craving. Into the ache you can’t name.

Play is a biological need, a psychological recalibration, an emotional exhale. Adults who do not play become rigid. Not just in their bodies, but in their minds.

We never allow ourselves the freedom to let go. Carrying the burdens of the world on our overnight shoulders. Thinking everyone including ourselves is somehow better off if we just keep on overworking and underplaying. 

Bombarded by stressors at work and at home, It's sometimes hard to even get a moment to yourself. How could you even dare to ask for the time and space to do something as silly as play?

Why adults need play now more than ever

Modern adulthood is a sensory desert. We sit. We scroll. We think. We perform.
We rarely experience in a full-bodied way.

We grow up, and with that comes this strange pride in seriousness. We wear stress like armor, and boredom like a badge of honor. We become efficient, productive, responsible and profoundly disconnected from the playful creature we once were.

But here’s a truth your inner child already knows: Play is not childish. Play is creative. Play is expression. Play is healing.

In BDSM, Play becomes something even more potent: ritual, intimacy, transformation. Play is the antidote to constant self-monitoring, overthinking, decision fatigue, creative stagnation and emotional numbness. When you play, you suspend the rules. You stop carrying the world. You step out of the persona you present to everyone else.

This is why people describe BDSM sessions as “resetting,” “liberating,” or “coming home to themselves.”

BDSM is Adult Play at Its Highest Form

People assume BDSM is about pain, control, sex, and taboo. And yes, these elements are delicious spices, but they are not the full meal.

BDSM is structured, intentional, imaginative play. It is symbolic, ceremonial and joyful. It uses props, roles, storylines, sensations, and power dynamics. But its real engine is something far simpler: Curiosity. Exploration. Permission.

You do not have to be “serious” in BDSM.  You do not need to perform intelligence, productivity, or calm competence. You only need to show up willing to explore.

I approach a scene with curiosity and playfulness. In a scene, it might look like I am controlling everything. But the real magic is that I am allowing you to let go. In that moment, you become more yourself than you are anywhere else.

As a child, I loved playing dress up. Now, as an adult, I love dressing up as the main character in my curated playground. Carefully combining elements to arouse the right kind of awe in my playpartner. 

Every session is a narrative, an improvisation and a shared dance. Power exchange becomes a form of erotic theatre. And you, whether you know it or not, are always a co-creator and I am the director.

Why Play is Essential in BDSM

Play is the foundation on which trust, power exchange, and erotic alchemy are built. Play creates safety, melts adult rigidity, allows for vulnerability, deepens intimacy and ignites creativity. Before I take control of your body, I need access to your imagination. Play lets us co-create a world where consent is alive, not assumed. The performer drops. The achiever drops. The overthinker drops. You become receptive, responsive, intuitive and alive in your senses.

As you surrender, you voluntarily offer yourself in your naked vulnerable state of being. You can’t play while you’re guarded. You can’t explore while pretending. Vulnerability becomes the doorway to intensity.

In BDSM, play is not superficial. It’s connective and revealing. A shared fantasy made physical. This is where trust is built. Not from pain, but from shared playfulness.

Elements of play can extend into the preparation phase to include actions I ask you to do in preparation for a session. Such as saving yourself for a certain amount of days and taking pictures of creative self play. 

During the session, which I often refer to as playtime, play can take many forms. Of course, I am the grand architect of the play and your role is to obey. What happens in our playground is in most cases agreed upon beforehand. But the unique combination and sequence of toys occurs as the scene unfolds. 

After a session, if agreed upon beforehand, I may share pictures, videos or other memories from our time together that will hopefully awaken that sense of playfulness in which we co-created moments of magic.

Role Play 

Role play is where fantasy and power collide and as always, I’m the one directing the energy. In a BDSM scene, slipping into a role isn’t about hiding behind a mask, it’s about exposing the raw currents underneath. 

When you stand before me as my over-eager apprentice desperate to impress your strict, all-knowing boss. Or when you sit in my classroom as the restless student who keeps testing boundaries they don’t fully understand. Or when you enter my space as the defeated wrestling champion who’s just been pinned, again by someone far stronger and superior, you’re not playing pretend. You’re surrendering to the structures your body already responds to. Boss/apprentice, teacher/student, champion/conqueror. 

They’re different costumes for the same truth: you ache for direction, challenge, and the intoxicating clarity of knowing exactly who holds the power. And I tailor each role with precision, pulling you deeper into the psychological spiral until the only reality that matters is the one I create around us.

Final words 

I am a Dominatrix because I understand the sacredness of play. I create environments where adults can reclaim the parts of themselves they lost on the way to becoming responsible.

In my world, you don’t outgrow play. You evolve it. You ritualize it. You eroticize it. You master it.

Play is not beneath you. It is the gateway to your most authentic self. When you step into my realm, I’ll show you exactly how powerful it can be.

Let’s play!

The Age of Control

We live in a world addicted to control. Every second, every thought, every emotion must be managed, optimized, filtered, explained. We curate our lives into palatable pieces, feed them to the algorithm, and call it connection. But the body knows better. The body remembers what the mind forgets, that we are animals made of breath, pulse, instinct, and longing.

When someone steps into my space, turns their phone on silent and gradually removes their clothes, I can see it immediately: the exhaustion. The need to stop holding everything together. The hunger to be seen not as a role, but as a soul. This is where the art of surrender begins.

Surrender is not submission born of weakness. It is an act of choice and an offering of trust so rare in our fragmented age. It is the courage to let go of all the shields and masks we hide behind and whisper, “take me beyond myself.”

In my sessions, I guide people into that liminal space between power and peace, between fear and freedom. The place where the nervous system exhales for the first time in years.

The paradox is this: the one who kneels is not powerless. They are brave enough to face what most people avoid, their own vulnerability. To surrender consciously is to walk willingly into the fire of transformation.

The Paradox of Control

Control and surrender are two sides of the same coin. One cannot exist without the other. When I take control of a scene, I’m not taking something from you, I'm holding space for you. My authority is a container, a structure strong enough to hold your chaos, fear, and desire without judgment. 

Many of my clients are men who need to have everything together every waking moment. They hold the reins of businesses, employees and make relentless decisions every waking hour. Trained never to falter and always be in control. Yet in my presence, they crave the one thing they can’t buy, command, or fake, release.

They do not come to be broken. They come to be unburdened. Through surrender, they rediscover something raw, innocent, and alive within themselves. To fall deep into submission, you must feel safe enough to vanish. That’s the paradox of power exchange: the deeper the surrender, the stronger the trust.

The Alchemy of Pain and Pleasure

Pain and pleasure are not opposites, they are frequencies of the same current. When the body feels safe, pain becomes energy. It sharpens awareness, awakens the senses, melts armor and gradually nudges you into subspace. 

Drifting into subspace is a profound act of surrender into something wordless, primal, and profoundly liberating. It’s what happens when the mind finally stops fighting the body, when the constant noise of self-control dissolves into pure sensation. Every strike, every command, every breath becomes a pulse that strips away the layers of thought until there’s nothing left but raw presence.

A flogger is not a weapon; it’s a tuning fork. Each strike vibrates through the nervous system, awakening the body’s forgotten language.

Ropes, cuffs and chains hold your physical being in place as an invitation to release parts of yourself you usually hide. Through impact, restraint, and ritual, the body begins to tell the truth the mind has long silenced.

In that space, time slows. The world shrinks to skin, sound, and heartbeat. It’s not pain anymore, it’s release. A deep, cellular peace that lives somewhere between pleasure and oblivion. Sometimes it’s profound silence. And in that silence, something sacred happens, the return of presence.

Surrender as Shadow Work

Every human carries a shadow, the repressed, the feared, the disowned. In my realm, the shadow is not exiled. It is invited, courted, worshipped.

The submissive learns that what they once called darkness was never evil, only unloved power. The Dominant learns that control, when infused with compassion, becomes guidance.

BDSM, at its most profound, can be envisioned as a form of embodied Jungian therapy. Each act of surrender dissolves the ego’s rigidity. Each ritual opens a dialogue with the unconscious. Each moment of trust bridges the split between the sacred and the carnal.

It is not just play. It is integration.

To kneel is not to diminish yourself. It is to honor what is greater. Energy, archetype, divinity. Power exchange is ancient: priests, warriors, mystics, lovers have all practiced its sacred choreography.

When you kneel before me, you are not kneeling before a woman. You are kneeling before the part of yourself that remembers the sacredness in existence. The Dominatrix is not merely a woman in leather. She is a priestess of polarity, translating erotic energy into transformation.

Each gesture, each command, is a key. Each ritual is a doorway. Each session is a ceremony. You enter the temple of surrender not to be conquered, but to be remembered.

Why Surrender Heals

Modern psychology finally catches up with what mystics and kinksters have always known: When the nervous system feels safe enough to yield, deep healing begins.

In surrender, dopamine, oxytocin, and endorphins dance through the bloodstream. The body feels euphoria, safety and connection. A cocktail of neurochemistry that rewires old trauma and teaches the body that vulnerability can coexist with pleasure.

Through surrender, you learn that you are not the voice in your head. You are the silence beneath it.

If your mind is tired of pretending to be in control. If your spirit aches for something real. If you long to be seen, held, and undone in a way that brings you back to life, then surrender is not your defeat. It is your initiation.

When you are ready to stop performing and start feeling again, I will be waiting.

Stripes fade. The memory of who put them there never does.

Some souvenirs are fleeting, the empty bottles of vintage champagne, the receipts from Michelin-starred dinners, the photographs snapped from a yacht at sunset. You collect them all, yet they fade into the background of a life already overflowing with indulgence.

But there is one kind of souvenir that lingers, long after the night is over. One that burns, blossoms, and imprints itself not only on your skin, but on your mind. The stripes I leave upon you.

The cane is not brutish. It is not wild. It is elegance sharpened into a line.

Each stroke is deliberate, calculated with precision. I don’t swing to hurt you. I strike to own you. To craft a canvas across your skin that speaks louder than any word.

One stripe means you have knelt for me.

Two means you have endured for me. 

Five means you're fully devoted.

Ten and above signals a complete surrender.

Seasoned submissives present themselves as canvases for progressive punishment. Oh, it’s your birthday today you say? Let's play a game of one stroke for each year. 

You are used to marks of a different kind: the signatures on contracts, the plaques with your name, the nods of respect in every room you enter. Those marks carry weight, but they never cut to the core of who you are. The cane does.

Because under its sting, there is no hierarchy, no advantage, no wealth that can protect you. There is only you, stripped bare, bracing for the next line across your flesh. And in that moment, you discover a purity you cannot find in boardrooms or penthouses: the purity of surrender.

Unlike your watches, your cars, or the villas tucked along the coast, these souvenirs are not for show. They are intimate, hidden, reserved only for you and for me, who placed them there.

They fade in days, perhaps a week if you’re lucky. But long after the marks are gone, your mind will return to them: the sharp hiss of rattan in the air, the sting across your skin, the sound of my heels behind you as you wait for the next stroke.

You’ll find yourself remembering at inconvenient moments: a meeting, a gala, a flight across oceans. The memory will flash, unbidden, and your body will ache for the next time.That is the true power of these souvenirs. They haunt you. They make you crave me.

After sweet surrender you float gently out of subspace assisted by yours truly. Always making sure you are grounded and in a good space before I nudge you back into the world when I consider you ready.  Upon deciding you’ve earned enough stripes, I don’t simply leave you in your ruin. I claim you back. Perhaps with a gentle hand smoothing over the welts and with a whisper meant only for your ears.

When you leave, the marks of pain and play become your secret souvenirs, proof that beneath the bespoke suits, the titles, the power, you once surrendered completely.

The pain becomes beauty. The punishment becomes a reward. The marks become devotion. And you leave knowing the truth: you’ve carried me out into the world with you, etched across your body like the most intimate signature.

The cane is not for everyone. It is not casual. It is not indulgent play. It is for the rare man who understands that the souvenirs worth keeping are not bought, they are earned.

When you walk out of my world bearing the stripes of surrender, you will know: you’ve collected the one memento that will never let you go.

Planning, preparing and placement are rituals I honour before every session. A sacred choreography of control, precision, and presence. It begins long before the collar is buckled on and the first command is spoken. The session is first born in the preparation.

As a Dominatrix, I do not simply arrive. I craft. I curate. I create. The art of preparation is the quiet prelude to the intense adventure ahead.

Every submissive brings with them a unique blend of desires, limits and fantasies. I weave together the session outline based on our initial communication. I read each request carefully. Not just for what is written, but for what pulses between the lines.

Based on each unique pre session interaction, I may create a full script or a bullet point outline before I start mentally, physically and spatially preparing for the session.  

Do they seek humiliation or devotion? To be a slave, pet or plaything? Pain or praise? Are they craving discipline... or redemption?

I consider: What do they truly want to feel at the beginning, during and by the end of our limited time together?

Only then does the real preparation begin.

Once their desires have been deciphered, I begin selecting my implements. Perhaps it’s the soft thud of a suede flogger or the stinging kiss of my favourite cane. A light strapon with a small dildo or a heavy duty rubber harness with a large to extreme appendage.  I might choose heavy chains, blindfold and the delicate cruelty of nipple clamps for focused torment.

Each toy is tested, cleaned, and packed with reverence. I do not travel light—I travel ready.

My large midnight blue suitcase contains all the things I keep out of daylight ready for dark adventures. I pack rope, clamps, cuffs, blindfolds, plugs, paddles, chains, collars. Every item has its place, every strap rolled with care. There is no chaos in my world—only intention.

When I am conducting a session in a hotel, the transformation of the room is my personal alchemy.

The lights are adjusted to create the appropriate atmosphere. Harsh fluorescents are banished. I dim the lights and safely place candles if appropriate.

transforms into furniture with purpose. A sturdy chair becomes a spanking station. A coffee table transforms into an equipment station. Side tables turn into movable containers for lube, condoms, gloves and disinfectant. I anchor bondage equipment discreetly yet effectively. I turn the sterile anonymity of a hotel suite into an intimate theatre of power exchange.

My wardrobe is a weapon, chosen to entice the senses, intimidate, or overwhelm, depending on what I feel my submissive needs that day.

Does the feeling of leather against skin make them tingle in all the right places? I’ll wear my soft lamb leather skirt and jacket over a tasteful set of lingerie, accompanied by long gloves and thigh-high boots that command the room with every click.

Are they a worshipper of feet, stockings and legs? I’ll select shiny black stockings, spiky black Louboutins, or a pair of patent leather stiletto pups that show just enough to tease and tantalize.

For the ones who ache for softness under severity, I’ll pair delicate lace lingerie with a silk skirt and shirt.

If I am role playing as your boss, I wear my tailored business suit demanding attention, devotion and complete surrender. My hair in a strict bun or clip, signalling control.

Other times, my long natural blonde hair will be loose and wavy and cascade down my back towards my bum. Unless it's delicately assembled in a viking braid in a nod to my ancestry.

I have a makeup collection that has been carefully curated over the years. My signature red lip comes in a variety of shades from fiery red to deep cherry. My eyes are accentuated with dark shades from gunmetal to coal and outlined in a way that says, I see you. Entirely.

By the time my submissive arrives, every detail is in place. The music in the background. The scent in the air. The glint of steel on leather. My stance. My breath. My silence.

For you, this may be a fleeting escape. For me, it is a ritual.

You will feel it immediately. The weight of the moment. The surrender already begins before a word is spoken.

Preparation is not just practical. It is psychological. It is the foreplay of the mind. And when done right, it is the first Domination. The ultimate experience is crafted inside the delightful deviant mind of your Dominatrix. Step by step. Chain by chain. Stiletto by stiletto.

To step into my world is to enter a space crafted for you and ruled by me. I do not improvise with your desire. I orchestrate it. Tightening and releasing when I see it fit.

I control not only your body, but the entire environment you enter. Every detail — from the temperature of the room to the texture of the restraints — is chosen to draw you deeper, strip away your armour, and leave you bare in more ways than one.

When you leave, the world outside will feel pale, flat, and unremarkable. Because once you’ve experienced my carefully curated customized dungeon, nothing else will ever be the same.

I am not something you wear, store in a glass case, or flash around to impress strangers.

I am not a watch, pair of designer shoes or another weekend away that leaves you just as empty as when you arrived.

I am an experience. A reckoning. A secret journey. A luxury that changes you.

Luxury isn’t passive. It’s not always soft. Sometimes, true luxury is discipline. Structure. The exquisite feeling of being stripped of your armour, exposed in all your human ache and desire, and—finally—seen.

Presence. Confrontation. Immersion. The trembling pause between discipline and mercy. That is the kind of luxury no brand can offer you.

Who are you, really, when someone strips you bare—emotionally, psychologically, erotically? Most never find out. They hide behind suits, screens, and fake personas. But you want more.

More than another gadget. More than porn and pixels. More than a fantasy that remains hidden in the deep recesses of your mind. 

A Rolex marks time. I mark you. Not just your skin, if you desire it. I mark your memory. Your rhythms. Your ego. When you kneel for me, you are entering into a sacred transaction where the currency is truth, vulnerability, and surrender. That kind of intimacy is rare. Priceless..

Unlike other indulgences, I don’t fade. You will remember how your voice nervously and excitedly first called me “Mistress.” How your mind went silent under my gaze. How you trembled when you realised you didn’t want to escape—you wanted to be kept.

You don’t need another thing to consume. You need something that consumes you. I offer more than kink. I offer catharsis. 

You come to me not to pretend—but to unmask. To let go of the tension you carry around pretending to have it all together. To fall, willingly, into the arms of someone who knows what to do with you. 

So Why Am I the One Luxury You Deserve?

Because I will not flatter you. I will not fake it. I will not waste your time. I see you.

I know what parts of you ache to be held, corrected, teased, punished, and praised.  You’ve worked hard. You’ve achieved. You’ve accumulated. But now? You want to feel. You want to surrender to something real. And I am as real as it gets.

Give yourself this experience. Give yourself to me. Not because you need to. Because you want to. Because you deserve to.

Because no luxury on earth feels quite like surrendering.

Give yourself to something exquisite. Give yourself to someone unforgettable. Give yourself to Me.

Do you feel it? That shiver in your spine when I speak with my deep voice and Norwegian accent. That primal stir in the depths of your being when I look at you as if I own you? It’s not just submission—it’s recognition. Your body remembers what your mind has forgotten: I am descended from the women who sailed to conquer, who ruled kingdoms while men spilled blood in their names, and who wielded power not through fear, but fate.

I descend from Vikings. And that makes me the perfect Dominatrix.

Ice in My Veins, Fire in My Hands

Norwegian winters taught my foremothers resilience. They birthed children in the snow and buried enemies in it. Strength wasn't a choice—it was survival. And that same cold precision lives in me now. When I command you to kneel, I do not waver. When I strike, I do so with intent—controlled, unflinching, unapologetic.

You want a Mistress who knows how to endure, to lead, to own? Find one with Viking Blood.

The Shieldmaiden Legacy

In Viking culture, power wasn’t reserved for men. The shieldmaidens fought beside their brothers. The seeresses held divine authority. The wives of jarls ran estates, managed war spoils, and made kings of their sons. Domination is not a role I play—it is an inheritance I carry with pride.

I don’t mimic masculinity. I embody feminine sovereignty—the kind that tames berserkers and commands entire halls into silence.

Ritual, Devotion, Obedience

Our gods demanded devotion through blood and sacrifice. Sound familiar? The rituals of submission are not far removed from the altars of old. The bondage you beg for is your offering. My crop? It’s Mjölnir in leather, shaping you through pain. The collar you wear? A symbol of loyalty as sacred as an oath ring.

In my presence, you do not merely play. You serve. And in that service, you find your liberation.

The Depth of Our Myths

A Norse Dominatrix is more than a leather clad woman. She is myth incarnate. She channels the mischieveousness of Loki, the justice of Tyr, the foresight of the Norns, and the untouchable grace and beauty of Freyja. Every command drips with ancestral weight. Every punishment is a story. Every climax, a conquest.

You don’t just submit to me. You submit to a force older than your nation, wilder than your instincts.

Bow to the Bloodline

So why is a woman of Viking heritage the perfect Dominatrix?
Because her command is not just learned—it is remembered.
Because her voice carries the darkness and storm winds of the North.
Because her discipline is carved in stone, and her seduction… drowned kingdoms.

You were born to kneel for me. Your ancestors knew it.
Now it’s your turn to obey.

There’s a moment in a session where I stop thinking and start knowing.

I don’t mean planning, strategizing, or consciously directing. I’ve already been there and done that. I’m referring to something far more raw — intuitive. My body moves before my mind catches up. My voice lands perfectly. The timing of a slap, the silence in between, the naughty words I whisper into your ear — it’s all exactly right.

That’s when I know I’ve entered a state I describe as Domme flow, a state of clarity and precision when my senses and awareness are heightened. A state where intuition and instinct dance seamlessly together and create magic. 

Surrender in Reverse

Subs often speak about the beauty of surrender — the relief of letting go, the bliss of being used, seen, broken open. I’ve seen it. I’ve guided it. I’ve devoured it. I’ve reveled in it. 

But what’s less talked about is what happens on my side of the experience. When I drop into my body. When I ride the tension like a wave. When their need fuels my every move and I stop playing a role and become the force they crave.

It’s not scripted. It’s not performative.

It’s instinctual.

Intuition & Spontaneity: The Sacred Improvisation

When I enter a state of flow and start experiencing a Domme High, I stop second-guessing and start creating. Not in a mental way — but viscerally. My dominance becomes a living thing, guided by rhythm, breath, chemistry. I read their micro-expressions, the look in the submissive’s eyes as they become ready for the next stroke or willingly and excitedly take my strap-on an inch deeper.

I don’t need a script when I’m inside that state. The scene unfolds like music. Improvised, yes — but intentional. Emotional. Real.

Spontaneity doesn’t mean chaos. It means connection. It means trusting my body, my presence, and the years of experience that live in my body and mind. I don’t follow a checklist. I follow them. And they follow me.

It’s a loop of energy. Their submission deepens mine. Not as their sub — but as their guide.

The Afterglow: Power That Lingers

After a powerful session, I don’t just snap out of it. There’s a lingering hum — the afterglow. I stay in that vibrating, illuminated energy. I feel expanded, warm, charged. Not fragile, but tender in a way that’s only possible after intense control.

The room is quieter. My movements are slower and filled with intent. A sort of maternal, nurturing energy fills me and emits from me at the same time. I share some of this energy with my submissive as I offer what I feel is right for us both in the moment, whether it's a hug, stroking their skin or hair or taking some intentional breaths together. 

The afterglow is my reward. Not just for the play — but for the presence I held. The choices I made without needing to think. The dance of power I choreographed in real time. It’s the calm after the storm — where I sit on my throne, heart beating, body satisfied, and know:

I took them somewhere.
And I brought us both back.

The Gift of the Domme High

The Domme High isn’t just about sadism or control. It’s a creative trance. A flow state. A heightened version of myself. I step into the room as Mistress — but somewhere in the scene, I become something more. Something electric. Something elemental.

And while the submissive may be the one tied down, begging, breaking — I’m riding just as high.

So the next time you watch me command with ease, punish with precision, tease with wicked clarity — know this:

It’s not rehearsed. It’s not just performance.

It’s pure instinct.
And the high it gives me?
Unmatched.

In a digital world where most platforms censor, sanitize, and suffocate sexual expression, X (formerly Twitter) remains the last frontier for BDSM culture. 

The platform’s structure—built around concise posts, hashtags, and direct engagement—makes it easy to connect with like-minded individuals worldwide. X’s minimal algorithmic interference means that content can gain visibility through organic engagement, enabling niche voices in the BDSM community to thrive. Whether you’re a Dominant sharing tips on safe flogging techniques or a submissive exploring your identity, X provides a platform to reach an audience that values authenticity.

Why X Became a Home for BDSM Content

X’s historically loose content moderation policies made it a natural refuge for BDSM practitioners seeking visibility. Where platforms like Instagram and TikTok ban anything resembling explicit kink—even fully clothed—the text-heavy, real-time culture of X allows for more nuanced discussion and imagery around consent, power exchange, fetish, and sexual liberation.

Creators can share:

• Personal experiences and diary-like threads

• Educational resources on safe practices

• Erotic fiction and fantasy writing

• Event promotions and community building

• Tasteful (or daring) photoshoots celebrating kink aesthetics

More importantly, they can connect. BDSM is about community, after all—and on X, that community is global, diverse, and active around the clock.

X stands out as a haven for the BDSM community due to its open and real-time nature. X offers a more relaxed environment for adult-oriented discussions, as long as they comply with its guidelines.  Which is not always straightforward.

Dancing with Danger: The Risk of Visibility

X isn’t a safehouse—it’s a tightrope walk. Adult creators face algorithmic throttling, shadowbans, and puritanical crackdowns that can wipe out a livelihood overnight. The rules are constantly shifting, and your followers can vanish just as fast as they came.

I have been posting on X for over 7 years and finally hit the milestone I've been working for this week, 10K followers. It has been a path filled with hurdles. Involving daily posting, providing a glimpse into my world as a Dominatrix, both in personal and professional settings. With an overhanging continual risk of being shadowbanned and losing my account. At one point, I was banned and told it was permanent and I was not allowed to ever make a new account in my name. The fear of losing years of work, years of the documentation of my professional life made me decide to write X an email to contest this decision. Thankfully, I got my account back. Not everyone is as fortunate. 

To survive (and thrive) on X:

• Creators must cloak explicit posts cleverly to dodge censors without losing edge.

• Direct messaging, private groups, and email lists are vital weapons against sudden platform purges.

• Consent culture still matters, even in the wild—trigger warnings and NSFW tags are a courtesy (and a survival tool).

The thrill of exposure is real—not just sexually, but existentially. To post here is to risk being seen, being judged, being erased. That’s part of the high.

If you know where to look, X is a living, throbbing tapestry of dominance, submission, fantasy, and fearless connection

The Future of BDSM on X: Evolve or Perish

As X morphs into Musk’s "everything app," opportunities for creators could explode: monetized spaces, video streaming, subscription models. But kink will always walk the razor’s edge between freedom and annihilation.

Adaptability will separate the legends from the lost. There is always the risk that what you publish today will be your last post.

For now, BDSM on X is gloriously alive—messy, magnificent, and merciless. Whether you’re a submissive, a Domme or a switch, X offers you something no other platform dares:

A chance to be seen, connect with likeminded people and a chance to finally stop pretending you're vanilla.

Three years of growing together as Mistress and slave is worthy of a special celebration, considering it's a huge milestone for us both. For the occasion, we are planning a getaway to a place we both want to explore. A journey filled with the things that are connecting us on multiple levels.

In our special union, we keep pushing boundaries and making fantasies into realities. Our connection is a unique blend of Mistress/slave dynamic, nature appreciation and friendship. It's one of those things that shouldn't work, yet magically does. So, this time we're stretching it even further with an extended shared experience.

Right now, there are less than 2 months until the planning, preparation and packing culminates in explosive playtime. But first things first, getting down to the business of picking the right place. 

Place

At our first meeting, we discovered a shared appreciation of nature. He later sent me pictures from his four-wheel drive and camping trips to beautiful sceneries. Many of these came from Western Australia. Personally, I have been to Perth multiple times and always wanted the opportunity to explore more of the state. I also love visiting wineries and have been to many wine regions in Australia, except for Margaret River. 

When a direct flight opened from Sydney to Margaret River it seemed to be heaven sent at the right time for us to plan an adventure including all our favorite things. 

Planning and preparation 

I'm a sucker for lists. I have a list of equipment for playtime. An outfit list. A list of things I pack for myself. A list of places to visit and things to do. And a list in Google maps of places to go. And a list of areas where we might be uninterrupted in nature. 

Thankfully, slave has no other choice than to appreciate these lists. And to contribute when I ask for input. This way we can share our thoughts on the trip and co-create it as we go along. With my choice always being the final say in the activities of course.

Payment 

How can I put a price on a priceless experience? It is the most difficult thing for us both I believe. It should be easy, I should easily be able to ask for my worth. However, it becomes difficult in such a situation as it's not a normal session per se. So, I've made a proposal of a minimum amount and what that will cover in regards to playtimes and social times. Naturally, flights and accommodation and any travel expenses outside of that is covered immediately before the trip commences. 

Packing

One half of my large suitcase is dedicated to toys. The other half for clothing, shoes, boots, accessories, makeup, and toiletries. Then, there’s tripod and lighting in case of movie making.

To my pleasant surprise, slave had made a list of things that he can bring along to make things easier for me. 

Personal time

With all of my brain and physical power going into the planning of a one-of-a-kind experience, I'm going to need something to take my mind off it for a while as well. Balance is key. I will need time for meditation, exercise, swimming, journaling and just some general downtime by myself. 

Playtime

With time dedicated to spend with myself, I'm even more eager to get to the shared experiences.  This time we will be able to explore things both at the hotel and  outdoors in nature which is something we both wanted to do for as long as we have known each other. With slave taking on slave tasks in nature with picture proof on occasion. Nothing is set in stone as to when we do certain things, but we have a general idea of how approximately long we want playtimes to last. With the option of extension if desired, and full permission to flow wherever time and our connection takes us in the moment.

Memories for a lifetime 

Exactly what will happen during our time together is yet to be known. However, I know we will be making memories for a lifetime. How can I be so sure about that? Because of all the memories we've already made and the connection that's been built over years. That's how I know that taking it even a step further will only make even more magical memories for us. 

Until those memories are being made, everyday is a countdown until the trip. And that makes life a lot more exciting and interesting. And that feeling of waking up excited of what's to come is priceless. 

Visiting Sydney for business often means packed schedules, high-pressure meetings, and long hours. Amidst the hustle, an outlet to unwind and explore your desires can make for a more successful trip on a personal and professional level. 

I love this city and providing insights on places to go suited for your desires. I’m more than happy to offer suggestions on where to eat, drink and find entertainment. And if you’re reading this on my website, chances are I’ll be penciled into your secret activities itinerary.

For those intrigued by the world of BDSM, booking a session with a professional Dominatrix can be a unique and empowering experience. Here’s a guide for businessmen visiting Sydney who are considering taking this step.

Why Choose a Dominatrix Session in Sydney?

Sydney’s vibrant culture extends beyond its stunning harbor, beautiful beach suburbs and bustling business districts. The city is also home to a discreet, professional BDSM community with highly skilled Dominatrices who cater to a wide range of interests and experiences. For a visiting businessman, a session with a Dominatrix can offer:

• Stress Relief: Letting go of control can be a cathartic release from the demands of leadership.

• Exploration: A safe space to explore kinks and fetishes without judgment.

• Confidentiality: Professionals in this field prioritize client privacy, ensuring discretion at all times.

Research and Preparation

Before booking a session, take the time to research the dominatrix you’d like to visit. Here are some tips:

• Look for Reputable Providers: Use online directories and browse profiles on platforms where professional Dominatrices advertise their services. Check consistency across platforms, website and social media

• Read Their Profile and Website: Many Dominatrices detail their specialties, session types, and expectations. This helps you choose someone who aligns with your interests.

• Prepare to Communicate: Be ready to discuss your desires, boundaries, and any concerns in a respectful and clear manner.

Booking Etiquette

Professionalism and respect go a long way when booking a session. Here’s how to make a good impression:

• Use Email or Text: Most dominatrices prefer initial contact via email or messaging platforms. Avoid calling unless explicitly invited to do so.

• Introduce Yourself: Provide a brief, polite introduction, including your name (or pseudonym), the dates and times you’re available, and the type of session you’re seeking.

• Follow Their Instructions: Adhere to any booking procedures they outline, such as deposits, pre-session forms, screening and specific cleaning procedures required prior to certain activities. 

What to Expect in a Session

Every Dominatrix has their unique style and approach, but most sessions follow a general structure:

• Consultation: At the start, you’ll discuss your interests, limits, and any concerns.

• Play: The session will be tailored to your preferences and the Dominatrix’s specialties.

• Aftercare: Many professionals offer aftercare to ensure you feel grounded and comfortable post-session.

Respecting Boundaries and Rules

Consent and mutual respect are the cornerstones of any BDSM interaction. Be sure to:

• Respect Limits: Understand that Dominatrices are professionals, and their boundaries are non-negotiable.

• Avoid Overstepping: Do not make personal or intrusive requests beyond what is agreed upon.

• Be Punctual: Arrive on time and honor the duration of your booking.

Post-Session Reflection

After your session, take some time to reflect on the experience. Many clients find sessions with a Dominatrix transformative, offering insights into their desires and emotions. If you wish to book another session, it can be a good idea to provide positive and constructive feedback to assist the Dominatrix in tailoring your next session

Discretion and Privacy

We are both professionals, and Sydney’s professional Dominatrices value our clients’ confidentiality. Be assured that your personal and professional reputation will be respected. However, it’s essential to uphold this mutual respect by keeping the details of your session private as well.

Final Thoughts

Booking a session with a Dominatrix while visiting Sydney can be an exciting way to balance the pressures of business with personal exploration. By approaching the experience with respect, openness, and a willingness to embrace new dynamics, you can unlock a side of yourself that complements your professional persona. Whether you’re seeking stress relief, exploration, or simply curiosity, Sydney’s BDSM scene offers a discreet and enriching experience for businessmen seeking something extraordinary.

Personally, I love seeing clients visiting Sydney on a business trip. I have a vast collection of portable toys that I’m excited to bring along and play with at your hotel. The more notice, the better, but don’t hesitate to contact me last minute either, as I just might have an opening for you. Let me be the secret spice on your next business trip. 

AI is increasing its knowledge and capabilities exponentially. No matter what you think of it, AI is here to stay.  

I approach AI with mixed feelings of caution and awe at its capacity and growth. It has huge potential as a valuable companion on your business journey. To make the most of AI, it's better to approach it as an ally than a threat. Consider it as an invaluable tool for the present and future of business. 

When we run a business, we can be so immersed in our ways of doing things that we sometimes can look past more effective ways to work. Implement AI and do what you are best at doing. AI can be a tool that gives you more time to do what you love and less time to do the mundane tasks you find less fulfilling.

There are many ways AI can be used to enhance your business. One way to use it is to create an agent that is specifically targeted to assist you with your unique business. It can function as a business manager, come up with sales strategies, brainstorm topics for blog posts, generate ideas, suggest more effective ways to run your business and show you a variety of marketing opportunities. 

With the assistance of AI you can easily create a detailed business and marketing plan. AI can also instantly provide valuable insights into your industry of choice. Instead of engaging a human assistant, you can use AI to work on the same tasks. Al will come up with a solution in record speed and even have alternatives you might not have considered. Recently, you can even talk to the AI and it can feel like a companion on your personal and business journey. 

On the visual side, you can use your own images and play around with an unlimited amount of editing options or use an image of yourself to play around with creative ideas. Personally. I love playing around with Midjourney and various prompts, sometimes with an image of myself as the basis of the creative exploration. I’ve gotten ideas for photoshoots and outfits in this way. 

Another way to use AI in your business is to create an avatar of yourself. This avatar can be used to communicate content, chat, and even used for videos once it’s trained on your business. If you want your content to be translated to different languages, this can easily be done, thereby increasing the number of potential clients you can reach. 

I currently consider AI as an ally and a tool to create a more efficient business and inspire creative solutions. In my opinion, there will always be a need for the human element in my business. I love my text, call, video and in-person sessions. Even if there are digital options coming close to being as real as interacting with a human being, I believe there is still a long way to go before any AI will pose a threat to my beloved profession as a flesh and blood Dominatrix.

Whatever the future has in store, AI is here to stay. Now is the moment to make it work your way.

Image generated in Midjourney, based on an image of me

I'm a compulsive planner and a spontaneous succubus. Sounds like a contradiction? It's not. It fuels the complexity that is me to be simultaneously contained and free. 

Extended Sessions is where my devious mind really gets to shine. Planning a session that stretches over hours fuels my creativity and passion. More time means more opportunities to build things up gradually and explore a variety of tantalizing toys. 

My plans are the frame I paint within. The colors are my notes and equipment. Sometimes, I draw the planned picture within co-designed boundaries. Other times, I draw on the frame itself. Occasionally, I pick colors I haven't painted with before and find they mix perfectly with what's already on paper. On rare and wonderful occasions, I forget about the frame all together and freely flow far outside any preconceived form. Guided by the magic wand of clear communication and consent.

The elements of kink I adore are as varied as the parts that constitute the complex conglomerate that is me. My toolbox is as large as a garage. Cuffs, chains and collars bring it on. Strapon, spit and smothering, yes please. Body and foot worship, delicious. Humiliation and degradation, let my devious mind flow. The touch of leather on my fingertips, divine!   

The possibilities are endless. You can even FMTY (fly me to you) to where you are and let me design a session in a place you feel comfortable. Or you could fly yourself to me and I’ll introduce you to the best of my world. 

We can do a public activity as part of the session. Sharing a meal, drink or experience is a great way to get to know each other before entering the world of playtime. Different settings could inspire and kick off the rest of the session if appropriate to the theme.

Other examples include but are not limited to anything other than my imagination. It could be a shopping spree, gym, or sauna. A sex toy shop or a movie theater. The beach. The nude beach. All the while you’re wearing something more or less secret in public such as lingerie underneath your clothes, a buttplug, vibrating buttplug or anal hook, or you could be fully dressed up in your finest feminine attire. 

An extended session provides time and space for a range of activities or more in depth focus on and unravelling of one element. It gives me more time to build things up and for us to wind down together after a session. Allowing you to gradually drift out of subspace and into my aftercare. Giving us time to reflect on our experience together and potentially plan what can be explored next time we meet.

To date, my longest sessions have been 6 hours. I’ve had about five of these sessions with the same lucky sub. Every time we go deeper and deeper and get pleasantly lost in a bubble of pain and pleasure. Each time we go further into experiences we could only envision in the past. It's pure magic how much you can grow together in a longer session.

Sessions are limited only to our imaginations. Longer play times bring out more of my desires and devious mind. More places to play, more opportunities to have my way. Extended time for you to release control to me and become free. How long would you like to play next?

I require a deposit for all bookings because of the room and transportation I pay for, the time I set off and the hours of preparation it takes to be mentally, physically and spatially ready for a session. 

Preparing for a session is a full time job on its own. When your deposit comes through, I immediately book a place to conduct the session. Then, I make a list of the necessary equipment to pack and prepare. Next, comes outfits and accessories, which could include a variety of garments such as leather, latex, lingerie, gloves, boots and stilettos. Some of these may need extra cleaning or preparation before they are ready to be worn. Next up, there is the physical preparation, which includes body peeling, wax, shaving, make-up, manicure, pedicure and hair. 

Upon arriving at the chosen location, I unpack, get my toys and tools ready for use and prepare myself and the space. 

I very rarely take a booking at a moment's notice. And I never take a booking without a deposit. I hope this blog post effectively illuminates the reasons why. 

On rare occasions I am already at a location and ready to receive a booking. For example, when I am on tour or when I’ve posted on X about specific incall availability. This does not mean I don’t need a deposit. In this unique case, I require the deposit to set off the time and get ready for your booking. This means I block out the time for you and prepare myself and all my equipment for our unique session. Once you’re booked in at a specific time, I won’t take any bookings for some time before and after our session. I block off at least an hour extra to prepare and clean my equipment, body and mind prior to and after playtime. 

I understand the doubt about sending money to someone you don’t know, what if they are a scammer? It’s a shame there are scammers out there preying on ignorant, innocent people and jeopardizing the business for the rest of us. However, they are easy to spot if you keep a few things in mind when searching for the sex worker who fits you and your interests best. It’s up to you to be diligent and do your research to verify the authenticity of the sex worker you’re about to book. Personal, authentic social media accounts over several years, profiles on a variety of directories, a professional website and blog and professional communication in the booking process will help with your discernment. If you’re still unsure if it’s right to make the booking, arrange for a paid 5-10 minute introductory phone call to discuss the session with the provider and get a more in depth feel for them.  

My intention with this post is to be an eye-opener on the subject of why deposits are so essential to a Dominatrix’ business. Hopefully, I can inspire those of you in doubt to do the research, take the plunge and make the booking. In the right way, with a deposit.  

A man’s man, gym bro, powerful CEO and tradie have all stepped across the threshold into my session space to strip off their masculine costumes and step into their feminine personas. The happiness, excitement and euphoria erupting in a man as he strips off his suit to reveal pink lace lingerie hidden underneath spreads over to me. From that moment until the end of the session we float together in a beautiful bubble of exploration. 

Transforming a man into his female alter ego is a magical experience. He brings his secret. I provide the space. A safe container where he lets go of the outside world and becomes she.  I swing my magic wand, carefully painting their lips with lipstick as if I’m sprinkling fairy dust onto their smiling face.

Step by step, I guide them through phases of makeup application, lingerie, clothes and shoes selection until they are ready to show off their feminine persona. Perhaps shy at first, until they realize it’s safe to let go and fully embody their inner feminine. Everyone’s version of she is different to everyone else's. Sometimes she comes with a feminine name. Other times it's their sissy self that's taking over the reins for a moment in time.

Over the years, I’ve seen a variety of heterosexual men with collections of women's clothes, lingerie, wigs, stockings, stilettos and makeup. I’ve witnessed men in various degrees of dedication to crafting their feminine persona. 

A complete beginner might have tried his mom’s, sister’s or girlfriend’s clothes on or only thought about it and never gone further. 

The next level could include buying items of their own to try out in private and starting a secret collection of clothes and makeup. 

Taking it a step further is being witnessed expressing this feminine version of oneself whether by someone they know or in a session with me.

Once the session moves along, feel the energy in the room change along with my client's voice and demeanor as he leaves his everyday identity behind to transform into she. 

I encourage them to show off their clothing, talk in a more feminine voice if it feels natural and change their posture and behavior to suit the feminine form. With me, they are submerged in a sea of femininity. A space where I gently guide or take on a more active masculine role where I treat them as my beautiful toy. A naughty slut for me to play with, if this has been agreed upon before the beginning of the session. Then, once they are feminized, I make them my cock loving sissy slut.  

In a crossdressing session, men are given space to embrace their feminine selves in my presence and return to their male existence knowing I’m there to support them when they crave that transformation again. I’m happy and honored to take on the role of guide, companion and Mistress on your journey. 

I’m passionate about introducing couples to kink. Whether you have dabbled into the world of BDSM before or you’re brand new to the scene, I love giving you a guiding hand. 

After being a couple for many years, exploring something new together can take your sex life to the next level. Even if you have a varied and exciting sex life already, being introduced to new practices and dimensions of pleasure can add a spark to beginners and advanced players. 

Then, there’s the addition of another person to the mix in a guiding, educating or more participatory role.

It’s not a prerequisite to have been together for years to see me as a couple, but knowing each other well and being able to be fully transparent about each other's boundaries are. Trust, safety, boundaries and communication are essential. 

Tell me what you want to explore prior to our meeting, and I’ll prepare accordingly and know what scene to set for our playtimes. Perhaps you know exactly what you want, in that case I’ll set up accordingly.  If you’re open minded and not entirely sure what you’re after, I can introduce you to a variety of practices. Something you’ve never tried before could be what’s been missing and something you want to explore more of. You don’t know until you try. However, I of course realize you both will have boundaries and things you never want to experience, which are limits we discuss before we play and lines I will never cross. I’m there to guide, entice, ignite passion and provide a sensual and playful atmosphere to explore each other in. 

I prefer seeing couples at their location of choice. In that case, I arrive, talk about your experience, expectations and desires. Then, I leave you to chat amongst each other while I set up for our play. A benefit of playing at your hotel, means I can leave you in each other's embrace to feel safe and complete the experience reflecting on or continuing what we started, just the two of you. 

Our playtimes become a sacred secret for you to share. In the afterglow and beyond, you can look at each other with a twinkle in your eyes while flashbacks float through your mind's eye. Only you know the sexy experiences you’ve shared on the threshold of pain and pleasure. 

Spice up your sexlife by hiring a professional to show you the ropes and how to safely navigate the world of kink. Whatever your desires are, explore them in a safe environment with a non-judgemental professional and you’ll create memories for life. 

Tucked under a fluffy blanket on the couch, fighting Sydney’s winter cold, my mind drifts to balmy days in Paris. Meeting and learning from some of the world’s finest Dominatrices, in a beautiful city in the middle of summer is an experience I’ll savor for a long time.

A month ago, I cruised the Seine amongst thirty beautiful, powerful women from all corners of the world. A three day event arranged by the fabulous Inanna Justice. Meticulously planned over 16 months, before coming into being. An event I felt called to attend, yet spent months assuming myself it was the right thing to do before finally making the decision, payment and booking flights to Paris in summertime . 

On the top deck, basking in golden sunset light, sipping champagne while passing by a sparkling Eiffel Tower I thought I have the best job in the world.  

I glanced around observing these unique women in their element, living their best lives, true to their authentic selves, and freed from societal conventions. Goosebumps spread across my skin thinking I’m one of them.

Let’s start with the beginning of this perfect day, when I was enjoying my morning coffee from Cafe Pimpin while soaking up some much needed sun on the balcony of my top floor Airbnb. After a week of gray, rainy twelve degree days in Norway, I welcomed Paris’ sunshine and thirty degrees. 

After trading denim shorts for a black pencil skirt to accompany my black silk top, I walked down six floors of dark wooden steps to take on the streets of Paris. Wandering past cute neighborhoods filled with boulangeries and brasseries, with my mind drifting back to the flambeed scallops I had last night. Arriving at my first destination, a kink shop to mingle with dominatrices. After getting to know each other while browsing through shiny latex, leather and lace creations, we embarked on a guided tour of Paris. 

Twenty dominatrices dressed in a variety of black and red ensembles, majestically strutting down the street must have been a delightful sight to those lucky enough to encounter us. Passing by old ornate buildings, brothels and the Notre Dame, to wandering through the first church I have set foot in for more than ten years, to end up at a castle surrounded by lavish gardens. 

On my way back, I stumbled upon a stunning bijouterie shop and had my slave from back home buy me jewels of my choice, a gorgeous art deco inspired ring and earrings with black frame and clear stones. I vibrated with excitement after my slave funded shopping spree, glancing at the ring being struck by rays of sunshine as I skipped across the bridge to the other side of the Seine. 

After walking for over thirty minutes, it was time for an impromptu lunch. I chose an authentic looking brasserie to enjoy a steak tartare accompanied by a glass of red wine. The perfect snack to fuel the rest of my walk back. 

Then, it was glam up time before a boat trip on the Seine. I picked a tight, knee length black leather dress with a see through black lace shirt on top, topped off with red shiny lips and nails. Femme fatale ready to mingle with other femme fatales. 

Before stepping on the boat filled with professional photographers to capture our special moments, I made the big decision to show my face for the first time after being a dominatrix for seven years. Why not, when I have no desire to quit my profession of passion and choice. A team of photographers assigned to document the dominatrices taking on Paris seemed too good of an opportunity to hide away from. So, I posed in the golden light of sunshine on the Seine, with the wind blowing my wild woman hair in all directions, embracing the me I was always meant to be.

The next day was dedicated to workshops and a kinky market. I made it to the first workshop of the day, role playing by the very talented Lady Vyra. Then, I got a last look of the fabulous Lady Syene’s performance in which she was wearing a stunning red sequin dress with a fully devoted sub at her disposal. I'd love to be the person on stage subjecting a devoted submissive to my magic. Perhaps it's time to plan a performance.

Next, I browsed stands of lucious latex, leather, toys and what caught my attention most, floggers in a variety of sizes and materials. I tested a soft suede golden colored flogger and a heavier rubber based red and black one on my skin and decided on the latter. Another Paris souvenir from my devoted slave. A hand made tool traveling all the way from Paris to Perth for our next session. How exciting!

After basking in much needed sunshine whilst enjoying a steak lunch at another cute brasserie, I returned to attend a workshop on knife play and fear by the fabulous Butcher. She led her female “victim” to the edge of excitement, eroticism, fear, pain and pleasure. It was a beautiful, sacred dance I felt honored to attend up close and personal. Butcher deviously and delightfully danced the edge of her knife across the soft skin and curves of her beautiful submissive. She even inserted the knife into her vagina. In a completely safe and consensual matter of course. What a delight to watch Butcher do her thing. I left feeling exhilarated and inspired. Maybe one day I’ll play that way? 

Infused with excitement, I stepped outside to soak up a few rays of sunshine. As I sat down, a submissive man who I had noticed staring at me from the corner of my eye sat down across from me. What do you want? He wanted to tell me how attracted he was to my Goddess-like appearance, demeanor and my perfect feet. He proceeded to ask if he could ever so humbly have a closer look at them. After I looked a him with a gaze saying who the fuck do you think you are? He bowed down at my feet declaring his inferiority and how he was born to serve women like me. In fact, he was born to serve me. Infused with excitement from the workshop and a renewed desire to dominate, I decided to let him serve my feet and had him give me a much needed foot massage. After walking 32468 steps the day before this was no joke. The French submissive looked like he won the jackpot in life as he removed my shoes and started to gently rub the soles of my feet, my heel and my toes. I told him to go harder and attend to every part of my foot and calves. After assessing his character and devotion, I decided to let him come back to my airbnb for an impromptu session. It had been weeks since my last session and my insides were burning with desire to put someone under my control after watching workshops and performances. Lucky sub being at the right place at the right time. 

On the third and final day, I woke up buzzing with excitement knowing that even after all the amazing things I experienced over the last two days, the best was saved for last; a gala full of performances topped off with a play party. After saying hello to Paris on the balcony, I took myself on a morning stroll and coffee hunt, since the coffee shops close to where my Airbnb didn’t open until 10:30am and I prefer being freshly caffeinated by 9am. I skipped through the narrow streets of Paris as it was slowly waking up, appreciating its beauty and majestic buildings. 

On the way back, with the most expensive almond cappuccino I ever obtained in hand, I stumbled upon a leather goods and jewlery design workshop selling hand made quality products in shop. Since presents for people back home was left to the end of my journey, this seemed perfect. In addition to a sunglass case, credit card holder and earrings for friends, I got myself a dark blue snake skin imitation wallet with golden details that smelled deliciously of fresh leather. I coudn’t keep myself from inhaling its scent as I made my way back. 

I dropped off the goods and went to get my hair blow dried. Luck smiled on me again as I had a hair dresser with excellent reviews as a neighbor and had booked in as soon as I arrived. I was excited to be getting my thick, long hair blow dried professionally for the first time. I felt a little bad for the frech lady about to embark on what ended up being a two hour process of washing, contitoning, blow drying and curling my ass lenght, super thick, natural blonde viking locks. She did an excellent job and I ended up looking like a mermaid princess (at least according to a friend back home, see photo below). 

To the gala, I slipped into (or fought intensely to pull up the back sipper) of a black sequinned dress with daring cleavage. I felt fierce enough to pull it off. I sat at a table with beautiful women in their finest attire, sipping champagne and niblbing on cured salmon. What a perfect start to a night that only got better and better. The first performance took my breath away as three figures clad in intricate black full body latex emerged onto the stage led by the one and only Latex Baroness. After showing off their goregous shiny ensemble onstage they walked amongst us arousing awe along their path.

Other performances followed to show off Domination and submission, dance, pole dance, latex and leather. So many talented, unique individuals offering their magnificence to the crowd. 

In the midst of performances, the lady of the night, Inanna Justice held a speech about her experience of 16 months organising the event. Her values of liberty, equity and sorority shone through her words as she spoke about this project so close to her heart. How lucky I am to be along for the ride guided by this special woman.

More champagne and nibbles followed before the space was transformed into our private dungeon for the night. I watched as men and women were carefully spread out on St. Andrews cross, on top of cages and bent over various implements and tortured in however way their Domina desired. Whips and floggers flourished in the hands of these woman as they stroke the flesh of their submissives. 

After watching these powerful women playing with their partners, I was excited for them and aching to play myself. Watching a beautiful multiple orgasm relasing whipping session really put me in the mood. Thankfully, I got the chance shortly after with a seasoned player. My hand spanked his ass cheeks eagerly making that delicious sound I love so much and one of the performers of the night came by and lent me her unique crop to play with. I felt euphoric from topping off such a wonderful couple days with some much desired play.

Once I had my dose of playtime, I packed up at a responsible hour and took my beaming self back to pack. I dove into my temporary bed, glowing from a mix of memories, endorphins and body shimmer. I felt fulfilled. 

I enjoyed a final glass of french rosé smiling from ear to ear, experiencing a sense of contentment with life I rarely feel. A 100% satisfaction with my life and who I am accompanied with a tingling sense of excitement about the future. A future of authenticity and exploration, with myself and my slaves. Of discovering new levels of freedom in domination and submission. Thank you Inanna Justice!

(A continuation of a session told in multiple parts on my blog, for the whole story read The Best of Beginnings, Anticipation and Vibrations and Part Three of Submitting to Me first).

Instead of allowing slave to remove my stockings, I instructed him to

  “Bend over the bed. Pull your panties down to your knees. Bend over the bed on the towel. Let me see that ass.” 

I softly stroke my hand across his ass, feeling his glutes tense up at first, then relax under my gentle touch.

“Are you ready for your punishment?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Take your panties off. Lie all the way down on the bed.”

I walked over to the table to grab a brand new rattan cane, purchased for this purpose solely. I picked it up in my right hand and told my sub to open his eyes and look towards me as I teasingly spanked my left hand with the tip.

“But first, safety,” I said as I put the cane down and carefully placed one pillow above his asscheeks and one below. Then, I whispered into his ear to make sure he was ready. 

I caressed his ass gently with my hand, before picking up the cane and making sure my stance was steadily grounded. I told him, my goal is for five strokes, before resting the cane on his ass, right on its most fleshy parts, where I aimed to hit, lifting it up with my wrist before making the move, hearing the cane move through the air swiftly 

Whack.

I made sure my sub was ok before continuing with the second stroke.

Whack.

Stopping to admire the red marks across both his asscheeks and to praise my sub for taking it so well. Before continuing, I was assured he was more than ok and in fact eagerly awaiting more. I told him I’d keep going until five.

Whack

Whack

Whack

I felt mildly euphoric looking at the five stripes across my subs ass. Admiring my work for a couple breaths before leaning over to give my sub a few moments of tender affection. Beaming like a proud teacher whose student just aced their final exam. 

I cradled my sub in a nurturing embrace after his complete surrender to me and my cane. Allowing him to rest his head on my lap as I gently stroked his hair, slowly bringing him back from subspace to the present time and place.

I peeked over at his asscheeks to see his skin marked with red stripes of striking affection. Tokens of devotion, surrender and trust.  

What material gets your blood pumping as you stroke your fingers across it? 

The tactile sensations of sensually caressing latex and leather with my fingertips puts me in the right mood to play. Elevating my senses and blocking out any noise irrelevant to the experience. I fully absorb myself in a field of sensations as I flow into mental and physical playspace. 

Rubbing my fingers and body against glossy rubber and smooth second skin leather excites me on a deep level. As a result I understand and appreciate people’s fetishes for different clothing and the materials they are made of. In the world of BDSM, there’s a whole realm of attire. Lingerie, stockings, bodysuits, corsets, masks, gloves, hats, heels, boots and more made from leather, latex, PVC, fur, lace and fishnet fabric to name a few.

Lingerie comes in many designs and fabrics. Silk, lace, satin and mesh are sexy and sensual materials. The pieces making up a set can be as simple as a bodysuit or bra and panties, with potential add on of a suspender belt or corset. To complete the outfit, heels and stockings will do the trick.  

Stockings with a seam in the center of its backside, stretching from bottom to top makes me feel extra feminine and sexy. I love rubbing my hands across nylon stockings and making my slaves worship them with their hands and lips if they are lucky.

Fishnet is another sexy fabric that can be used in a variety of ways from pantyhose to a full body stocking and anything in between. Fishnets can be part of the outfit or the whole outfit on its own. I often mix fishnet stockings with PVC boots or a bodysuit with buttons in front and fishnet back with seamed stockings and patent leather stilettos. The possibilities are endless. 

Speaking of stilettos, footwear comes in so many shapes and materials. Black and red patent leather stilettos and thigh high boots are some of my favorites. 

Leather, latex, lace, lingerie, masks, bodysuits, fishnets and heels can be mixed and matched in a multitude of ways to achieve the look and feel you desire. Picking the right attire is like adding frosting to a cake. The outfit and materials it’s made of adds an extra layer of deliciousness. Whether that's a hard dark chocolate shell or luscious red raspberry cream is up to you. 

Build your kinky wardrobe with what makes you feel sexy. Be playful and open to try new things. Feel the excitement bubbling through your body as your thoughts drift to what you're going to wear next time you play. Have fun! 

In June, I’m traveling to Europe to see family and friends in Oslo, attend a Femdom event in Paris and embark on a solo adventure. Three trips in one. To fulfill the totality that is me.  

First, a trip to my hometown, where a majority of friends and family are blissfully ignorant about what I do for a living. How much of who I am can I display in the present, amongst people of the past? Do I leave them the way they were, thinking I work with marketing in Sydney? Technically, a piece of the pie of truth. One that leaves out all other pieces and the crispy crust, but still, it’s a taste. I do at least as much marketing as in person sessions. So, I’m not lying. 

Does everyone in your life need to know everything about you? No, they don’t. We’re different people to different people and that’s fine. How much of me do my friends and family need to see? I meet these people no more than once a year, perhaps it’s best to leave them as they are. As they were. I’ve been away for 13 years, the past version of them is all I know too. At what point does “we know each other” become “we knew each other?” To them, I am who I was, even though I am so much more. The same is true in their case. 

I can count the number of people back home who know I’m a Dominatrix on one hand. The most important being my dad. It’s the first time I’m seeing my dad after telling him what I really do for a living. A conversation I postponed year after year until one night after a few too many champagnes I bursted out 

“Do you really think I’ve basically done nothing more than a bit of marketing here and there for the last 6 years. I’d go crazy. Do you not know me at all? In fact I’ve been building a business as a Dominatrix. Yes, that’s a sex worker and yes, I’m happy and it’s my business and my choice. And I do everything myself. Everything. So stop thinking I don’t do anything over here. Ok? Thanks.”

Dad now refers to me as a specialist therapist, which, well, isn’t a complete lie either. 

After two weeks of immersing myself in the city and people I grew up amongst, I jet off to Paris to fully embrace myself as a Dominatrix amongst like-minded powerful women. I’m already looking forward to sitting on the plane eager to break the chains of the past again. Free to express myself in fabulous attire and discuss topics dear to my heart with people who know exactly what I’m talking about. All while sipping champagne and exploring a beautiful city and its kinky treasures.  

Part three of my journey is yet to be determined. Once family and friends reunions are behind me and my Dominatrix self has roamed for days, what next? What part of me also needs to be free? Is it the beach babe, the history geek, the party girl or the fashionista’s time to play. Ideally all of them. Do I fly to Lisbon, Sicily, or Ibiza, places I haven’t visited yet? Or do I go back in time, to Malta, where I went to language school and my first club at the age of 14? Or Crete, where I worked as a bartender at 20? Or perhaps a new or previous client decides to whisk me away for a day? I’m open to that adventure. 

So many choices and each destination will fulfill different parts of me. Which one it will be still remains a mystery. A balanced life gives room for all parts of you to roam freely. That doesn’t mean all of me have to be set free everywhere I go all the time. 

There’s a time and place for everything. My provocative leather dress and rubber strapon is not appropriate for a friend reunion in a park in Oslo, but perfect for a kink party at an undisclosed location in Paris. And that’s perfectly fine. I’m still all of me. One piece of pie at a time and sometimes I’m the whole cake with extra frosting and finger licking good Cherries on top. Europe, I dare you to taste.