The most powerful Mistress/submissive dynamics are rarely built on a single moment. They unfold over time, through different forms of connection, intensity, and ritual. A meaningful power exchange is not limited to one room, one interaction, or one format. It can exist in a private hotel suite in Sydney, in the quiet intensity of a phone call, in a message received during the middle of a busy workday, or in a custom clip created specifically to reinforce a submissive’s devotion.

As a Norwegian Dominatrix based in Sydney, I offer several ways for clients to experience domination depending on their comfort level, location, and stage within the dynamic. Some interactions are immersive and deeply psychological, while others are designed to maintain connection between meetings. Each format serves a different purpose in building a strong, respectful, and exciting Mistress/submissive relationship.

For those new to the world of domination, understanding the benefits of each type of interaction can help you decide where to begin and how our dynamic may evolve over time.

In-Person Domination: Sessions at a Hotel or Residence of My Choosing

An in-person dominatrix session is the most immersive way to experience submission. When a session takes place in a location I choose, the environment itself becomes part of the dynamic. The atmosphere and structure of our session are carefully curated to create a setting where you can step fully out of your everyday identity and into a space defined by power exchange.

Leaving your familiar surroundings behind often creates a powerful psychological shift. The moment you arrive, your focus sharpens and your anticipation grows. You are no longer navigating your usual world of responsibilities and distractions. Instead, you enter a space where the tone, pacing, and expectations are firmly under my control.

In-person sessions also allow for a level of communication that cannot be replicated through screens or messages. Body language, posture, breathing, and subtle reactions provide immediate insight into your mindset, allowing the interaction to develop in a more intuitive and responsive way. This is why many clients describe their first real-world meeting with a dominatrix as a transformative experience.

For new clients, this type of session often serves as the foundation of the relationship. It establishes trust, sets boundaries, and introduces the rhythm of the dynamic in a controlled and respectful environment.

Private Sessions at Your Hotel or Residence

Once a connection has been established, the dynamic can evolve in ways that create an even deeper psychological experience. One of the most powerful developments is allowing me into your own environment, whether that is a private residence or a luxury hotel suite. In the same city  I currently reside in or by flying me to you. 

When domination takes place in a client’s space, the contrast between everyday life and the submissive mindset becomes even more striking. Your familiar surroundings take on an entirely new meaning, and the boundary between the world you normally inhabit and the dynamic we create together begins to dissolve.

For many established clients, this form of meeting introduces a deeper sense of vulnerability and trust. Inviting a Dominatrix into your personal space is not simply a matter of convenience; it represents a shift in the relationship itself. The dynamic becomes more personal, more immersive, and often more relaxed in pace, allowing time for longer conversations and a more individualized experience.

Because this type of session requires a high level of mutual respect and comfort, it is typically reserved for returning clients who have already demonstrated reliability and sincerity within our dynamic.

Phone Calls: The Power of Voice and Psychological Presence

Domination does not require physical proximity to be powerful. For many clients, a phone session with a Dominatrix can be surprisingly intense because it strips away visual distractions and focuses entirely on voice, tone, and instruction.

A voice instruction can change your state of mind almost instantly. Hearing your Mistress speak directly to you creates a sense of presence that reconnects you to the dynamic, even if you are thousands of kilometers away. This makes phone sessions particularly effective for clients who travel frequently, live internationally, or maintain demanding professional lives that limit their availability for in-person meetings.

Phone interactions are also useful for maintaining structure and accountability between sessions. A conversation can provide guidance, reinforcement of expectations, or simply a moment to reconnect with the mindset of submission. Many long-term submissives find that regular calls help keep the dynamic alive and meaningful over time.

In this way, the phone becomes more than a communication tool. It becomes a private gateway back into the psychological space of devotion and obedience.

Text Interaction: Messages, Photos, and Voice Clips

Modern power exchange often extends beyond scheduled sessions. For clients who enjoy a more continuous connection, text-based domination provides a flexible and discreet way to stay engaged with the dynamic.

Receiving a message from your Mistress during an ordinary day can instantly shift your mindset. A short instruction, a reminder of your place, or a carefully chosen photograph can interrupt the routine of daily life and bring you back into a more focused state of awareness.

Text interactions also allow for a slower, more ongoing form of psychological conditioning. Rather than concentrating all attention into a single meeting, the dynamic unfolds through smaller moments spread throughout the week. This can be particularly appealing for submissives who enjoy the feeling of ongoing connection and subtle guidance.

Adding voice clips or images introduces additional layers of presence and intimacy while maintaining the convenience of asynchronous communication. For clients in different time zones or those with unpredictable schedules, this format allows the dynamic to remain active without requiring simultaneous availability.

Video Calls: Visual Connection and Real-Time Interaction

For clients who want a stronger sense of presence without meeting physically, video sessions with a Dominatrix offer a compelling middle ground. Seeing each other in real time introduces visual cues that deepen the experience and allow for a more direct form of communication.

Eye contact, posture, and facial expression all contribute to the interaction, creating a sense of immediacy that text or voice alone cannot provide. For many submissives, the awareness of being observed increases accountability and heightens emotional intensity.

Video sessions are especially popular with international clients who may only visit Sydney occasionally but still want to maintain a meaningful connection throughout the year. Regular video meetings can sustain the dynamic between travel visits, making the eventual in-person sessions even more rewarding.

Custom Clips: Personalized Experiences Created for You

A custom Dominatrix clip is something entirely different from a live interaction. Rather than taking place in real time, it is a carefully created piece of content designed specifically for one client.

Because it is personalized, the tone and theme can be tailored to the individual’s interests and dynamic. Some clients request clips that reinforce particular roles or rituals, while others simply enjoy having a unique piece of content created exclusively for them.

One of the greatest advantages of custom clips is that they can be revisited whenever you wish. A moment of inspiration, a reminder of your devotion, or simply a way to reconnect with the dynamic at the end of a long day. The clips become personal artifacts that carry meaning far beyond the moment they were created.

For long-distance clients, custom clips can also serve as a bridge between live interactions, helping maintain the psychological continuity of the relationship.

Building a Long-Term Mistress and Submissive Dynamic

The most fulfilling Mistress/submissive relationships rarely rely on just one format of interaction. Instead, they develop a rhythm that blends several experiences over time.

A new client might begin with an introductory call, text or video session before arranging an in-person meeting in Sydney. Once that foundation has been established, the dynamic can expand to include occasional messages, scheduled phone calls, or custom content that reinforces the connection between visits.

For more devoted submissives, the relationship can evolve into a layered experience where different forms of interaction support one another. Text messages may maintain the daily mindset of submission, video calls can provide regular check-ins, and in-person sessions offer deeper immersion when schedules allow.

This combination creates something far more meaningful than a single encounter. It transforms domination into an ongoing experience that adapts to your life, your schedule, and your level of devotion.

Choosing the Right Experience

Every client approaches domination from a different perspective. Some seek the intensity of a private in-person session with a Sydney Dominatrix, while others prefer the subtle psychological influence of ongoing communication. There is no single path that suits everyone.

The most important step is choosing the format that feels both exciting and comfortable for you. From there, the dynamic can grow naturally as trust develops and the connection deepens.

True submission is not about a single moment of surrender. It is about discovering and exploring the types of connection that brings out your most authentic self. 

People often imagine my work through a narrow lens: leather, whips, power, darkness. A preconceived image of something purely sexual, shocking and indulgent.

While sensuality, eroticism, and power are big components, the truth is far more nuanced, more human and far more meaningful.

Being a Dominatrix is not simply what I do. It is how I move through the world. The way I hold space. And how I witness and embody transformation.

This path has shaped me, stretched me, softened me, and strengthened me in ways no conventional career ever could.

So here I am, ready to share the ten best things about being a Dominatrix, from my body, mind, spirit and lived experience.

1. I Work With Something I Love

There is a rare and profound privilege in waking up and knowing your work aligns with your nature.

I love power dynamics. I love psychology. I love erotic energy.I love ritual, presence, intention, and the dance between control and surrender.

Being a Dominatrix allows me to live inside my fascinations rather than repress them. I don’t have to fragment myself into “acceptable” and “unacceptable” parts. I don’t have to pretend I’m smaller, quieter, or less intense than I am. I get to fully express myself.

When your work arises from genuine passion, it nourishes you instead of draining you. It expands you instead of shrinking you. This love becomes visible. Clients feel it. They sense when a woman is not performing a role but inhabiting her truth.

And that makes all the difference.

2. I Get to Meet New Open-Minded People

One of the greatest gifts of this path is the calibre of humans it attracts.

People who seek me out are, almost by definition, curious. They question norms.
They are willing to look inside themselves.

I meet people from every walk of life, executives, artists, engineers, academics, introverts, extroverts, romantics and cynics.

Behind the titles and personas, I meet the same thing again and again: A human who wants to feel something real.

Conversations in my world are often deeper, more honest, and more vulnerable than what happens at most dinner parties.

There is very little small talk. We talk about desire, exploration, shame, longing, control, psychology, loneliness, meaning and purpose. It is endlessly fascinating.

3. I Learn More About Myself and the Human Condition

Every session is a mirror. Every dynamic reveals something about power, trust, resistance, attachment, and the ways humans cope with being alive.

I have learned: How much people crave permission. How deeply many men long to surrender. How common it is to feel unworthy of deep connection. How many people equate control with safety.

And in witnessing others, I inevitably meet myself. My edges. My shadows. My strengths. My humanness. 

Being a Dominatrix is an ongoing study of psychology, embodiment, and emotional intelligence. It is impossible to remain unconscious in this work. 

4. I Make My Own Schedule

Freedom is erotic. I choose when I work, where I work, how I work and who I choose to work with.

My time is mine. This autonomy is deeply empowering.

It allows me to structure my life around what's optimal for me to thrive. I weave my life and work according to my nervous system, my creative cycles, my health, and my personal growth rather than forcing myself into a rigid mould.

Some weeks are intense. Other weeks are more quiet. Both are valid. I am not owned by an employer. I own my own time. I am not trapped inside someone else’s vision. I am building my own empire, on my own terms.

5. I Use My Creativity

Being a Dominatrix is not mechanical. It is artistic. I design experiences. I craft atmospheres. I create narratives, rituals, and psychological landscapes. Sometimes I feel like a director. Other times a priestess. Sometimes a psychologist. Other times a sadist-poet.

I draw from mythology, symbolism, fashion, music, and intuition. No two sessions are the same. Creativity keeps the work alive. It keeps me alive. This is not repetitive labor. This is living art.

6. I Witness Transformation

Few things compare to watching a human drop their armour. To see someone arrive tense, guarded, disconnected and leave softer, calmer, more present.

To witness someone face a fear they have carried for decades. To see relief wash over a face when they realize: “I am not broken.” “I am not alone.” “My desires do not make me undesirable.”

This work changes people. Not because I “fix” them, but because I create a space where they can meet themselves without judgment. That is sacred.

7. I Get to Be in My Power

So many women are conditioned to make themselves palatable. Smaller. Nicer. Less demanding. Less intense.

My work invites me to do the opposite. I take up space. I lead. I command. I demand. I receive.I do not apologize for my authority.

This unapologetic relationship with power ripples into every area of my life. I negotiate better. I set stronger boundaries. I tolerate less nonsense.

Power, when integrated consciously, is not cruelty. It is clarity and direction.

8. I Create Safe Containers for Taboo

Society tells us which desires are acceptable and which are shameful. But desire does not follow social rules. It simply arises. In my space, nothing is inherently wrong. We explore ethically. Consensually. With communication, care, and awareness.

I am not here to judge fantasies. I am here to hold them, shape them, and keep them contained in ways that are safe and conscious.

This alone brings immense relief to many people. To finally say out loud: “This is what I want.” And not be rejected.

9. I Am Constantly Expanding My Skillset

Being excellent at this work requires continual learning.

Psychology. Somatics. Communication. Negotiation. Impact play. Wax play. Energy work. Meditation. Presence.

There is always more to refine. I love that. Stagnation is death. This path keeps me sharp, curious, and humble.

10. I Live Outside the Script

Most people inherit a life template. School. Job. Marriage. Mortgage. Retirement.

There is nothing inherently wrong with this. But I chose something different. I chose a path that made sense to my soul, not to polite society.

That choice has not always been easy. But it has always been honest. Being a Dominatrix has taught me that there are infinite ways to live a meaningful life.

You do not have to ask permission. You do not have to fit. You do not have to be normal. But in order to be happy you do need to accept yourself for who you are. 

Closing Thoughts

Being a Dominatrix is not about costumes or clichés. It is about presence. It is about courage. It is about intimacy in its rawest form. A path about walking willingly into the shadow and discovering that it, too, contains beauty.

I am deeply grateful for this path. For the people I meet. For the mirrors they offer me. For the power I have reclaimed.

This is not a phase. This is not a persona. This is who I am.

The New Year has a way of shining a harsh, honest light on us. Fresh calendars don’t just promise new beginnings, they expose the fears we’ve been carefully managing, rationalising, or postponing. Fear of change. Fear of desire. Fear of being seen. Fear of failure.

Let me tell you something upfront: fear is not your enemy. Fear is a compass. And if you’re reading this, chances are your compass is pointing somewhere you’ve been curious about for a long time.

Fear Is the Threshold, Not the Stop Sign

Most people don’t avoid things because we don’t want them. We avoid them because wanting feels dangerous.

Booking a BDSM session. Admitting you crave a complete power exchange. Allowing yourself to be vulnerable, controlled, challenged, or even adored in ways that don’t fit polite dinner conversation. These desires don’t disappear just because you ignore them. They go underground, where they grow heavier and louder.

The New Year is an invitation to step towards the edge instead of backing away from it.

“What If I’m Not the Kind of Person Who Does This?”

One of the most common fears I hear is not about pain or intensity, it’s about identity.

“Is it normal to have this kind of desire? Are there other people who like this or is it just me? What does it say about me that I want this?” 

The answer is simple: it says you’re human.

Desire doesn’t care about your job title, relationship status, intelligence, or how well you function in daily life. In fact, the most competent, controlled, outwardly “together” people are often the ones who crave a space where they don’t have to be in charge.

A session with me isn’t about becoming someone else. It’s about temporarily setting down the masks you wear everywhere else (and perhaps putting on a mask of mine or your choosing).

The Fear of Booking a Session (And Why It Matters)

Let’s talk honestly about the fear of booking a session itself. Fear of reaching out and being judged. Fear of saying the “wrong” thing. Fear of being exposed. Fear that the fantasy won’t translate into reality.

This fear exists because the act of booking is a declaration. It’s you saying, “This matters enough to act on.” That moment, before anything physical ever happens, is already powerful.

When you book a session with me, you are not stepping into chaos. You are stepping into structure, discretion, and intention. Clear communication, negotiated boundaries, and a space designed to support exploration, not humiliation or confusion unless that is explicitly and consensually desired.

Courage isn’t the absence of nerves. Courage is sending the email anyway.

“What If It’s Not What I Expected?”

Another fear I hear often is disappointment. Fantasy is vivid. Reality is nuanced.

A professional session is not a porn clip or a movie scene. It’s something far more valuable. It’s responsive. Alive. Grounded. Tailored to you and your specific desires. 

Part of my role is to meet you where you are, not where you think you “should” be. To adapt, read, listen, and guide. Many clients leave surprised, not because it was more extreme than expected, but because it was more human, more emotionally resonant, more clarifying.

Sometimes you don’t get what you imagined. You get what you actually needed.

The Fear of Being Caught With These Desires

This fear runs deep.

What if someone finds out? What if it changes how I’m seen? What if it changes how I see myself?

Here’s the truth: secrecy is heavy, but silence is heavier.

I operate with absolute discretion. Your privacy is not a courtesy, it’s a foundation. But beyond logistics, there’s something more important: the quiet internal shift that happens when you stop treating your desires like evidence against yourself.

Owning a desire privately, respectfully, and consensually doesn’t make you reckless. It makes you honest.

My Own Fear: Stepping on Stage

I want to share something personal. A story of how I confronted my fear. 

For years, I carried a fear that had nothing to do with dominance or sexuality. I was terrified of failure, of being seen trying and not being good enough. Music had always been a longing, something I admired from a distance. Joining a band felt like a farfetched fantasy. Delusional

Risky. Exposing.

And yet, I finally did it. I joined a band. I got on stage. I let my voice be heard.

Was I nervous? Absolutely. Was it perfect? Hell no. But the moment I stood there, under lights, fully present, something shifted. The fear didn’t vanish, it transformed. It became energy, aliveness, vibrancy, and ultimately liberation.

That experience reinforced something I already knew but hadn’t fully lived: the things that scare us most are often the ones that set us free.

Why BDSM Is a Powerful Way to Practice Courage

A session isn’t just about sensation or control. It's a rehearsal for life.

You practice:

• Asking for what you really desire 

• Trusting another person

• Letting go of perfection

• Being present in your body

These skills don’t stay in the session room. They follow you home.Clients often tell me they feel clearer, lighter and more confident afterwards. Not because something was taken from them, but because something was finally acknowledged.

This Year, Choose Bravery Over Comfort. The New Year doesn’t need grand resolutions. It needs honest ones.

Perhaps your bravery looks like sending an enquiry. it’s admitting a desire to yourself without shame. Maybe it’s stepping into a space where you don’t have to perform strength, you can experience it.

Fear will always whisper reasons to wait. Growth rarely does. If this year is about anything, let it be this: embrace your fear. Freedom is waiting for you on the other side.

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.

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.

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.

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. 

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.  

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.  

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.

Browsing around the world of kink? Perhaps you haven’t even admitted your craving to be submissive to yourself. You’re just having a cheeky glance at what’s out there. In case you do decide to dip your toes in. Then, you see Her, the one who ticks all the boxes. Is this Goddess of a woman for real?

The best way to know if the Dominatrix capturing your attention is as perfect as she appears at first glance is to do your research before making a booking. Read her profile(s), website, blog and social media. Anything you want to know about her is easily accessible and should match up on multiple platforms. 

Do Your Research

A wave of excitement and nervousness ripples through your body as you press the button to reveal Dominatrices available in your city. Browsing through the directory’s selection, one woman draws you in with Her appearance, attire and cheeky smile. This is Her, this is the one, you think as you open her profile page. She offers sensual domination and loves foot fetish and pegging just as much as you do, is this too good to be true? Her profile text sounds authentic and Her professional pictures and selfies display a variety of looks, all exuding Dominance.   

Then the doubt kicks in, what if she’s fake? She does seem too good to be true. Lingering at her rates, thinking it’s a bit pricey, but nothing more than a night out with the boys. 1 hour seems too short for a full experience, but what if you don’t match as much as you hoped, then 2 hours is too much, 1.5 could be the sweet spot. Oh wait, she also offers digital sessions and social dates, that’s a great way to get to know her better before in person playtimes. 

You’re intrigued and on the edge of making a booking right there in the heat of the moment. Then, you see the links to Her website and Twitter and understand they are there to give you even more information, so you don’t have to bother Her with unnecessary questions that She’s already answered there. 

Her website is professional with an introduction to who She is, Her style of Domination, what She enjoys and offers and what She doesn’t. If She has a blog, read it to access deeper insights into Her world. If it includes a review section, you can gain deeper insight into how other submissives like yourself experience a session with Her.

Curiosity takes over and you write the first message in the format she prefers answering all information requested. That way, you know she’ll review your session request favorably. 

Communicate Clearly 

Answer any question your Dominatrix of choice requests on her booking form as clear and concisely as possible. If it’s relevant to who you are and the session you request, include it, if not, don’t. A few lines is often more than enough. 

Know What You Want

Don’t be the guy who says “I’ll do anything you want.” What if I’m in the mood to take my 12 inch strapon dildo for a hard intense pounding and you’re an anal virgin? Or have you lick my dirty shoes clean when you’re germaphobic. Or lock you inside a tiny cage and leave you for an hour when you’re claustrophobic. You said anything, right?

If you’re not completely sure what you want, that’s ok. But, I’m sure you have some idea of a couple things you’d like to explore and whether you want the general tone of the session to be sensual, playful, humiliating or strict.

Know What You Don’t Want

If you don’t want feet on your face, pee in your mouth, dildo in your ass or cuffs around your wrists, tell the Dominatrix beforehand. Easy. 

Share Anything Relevant Prior to the Session

If you have a medical condition, are taking any medication or have an injury that might be relevant to what you’re after in a session, tell the Dominatrix prior to the session. In that way, She will be prepared and you can both be at ease knowing all the cards are on the table. 

With this advice in the back of your head, you’re ready to see your new Dominatrix for the first time. The decision is made, you’ve made an informed choice and informed your choice. Now, you can lean back, relax and let the countdown until playtime begin. Allow your imagination drift off into the delicious pain and pleasure that awaits once you surrender into the capable hands of your Goddess.

Tom Ford Liquid Lip Luxe deserves five stars after passing my Dominatrix test of conduct: a five hour baccanal fuck feast. 

My lips looked immaculate from the moment the first spit slowly dripped out of my lips to land down the throat of my gaping subs mouth. Fast forward through passionate moments of intense indulgence, sweat inducing fucking, foamy cocktails and oyster slurping. The color remained equally distributed and locked in place for five hours of fun.

Two long months had passed since our last session, so my sub and I started the night by popping a bottle of champagne. After slowly sipping on the first serving of bubbly golden nectar, I placed a black rubber collar around his neck, transforming him into my obedient slave for the night. When I allowed slave to have a second sip of champagne, I couldn’t tell our glasses apart, since my lipstick had left no mark. I continued drinking from both, serving slave sips directly from my lips. All while both glasses remained free from lipstick marks. 

As the session flowed from foot worship and spitting to discipline, the only redness on slave's face came from careful slaps, not my teasing kisses. As I spanked his willing ass, first with my hands, then with a flogger, followed by a heavy paddle, my grin grew progressively larger, yet the distribution of lipcolour remained the same. 

After sliding first one, then multiple lubed up fingers into slaves willing ass, it was time to fuck him with my BBC strapon, I entered his ass from behind, sliding my cock in slowly at first, making him feel every inch. I fucked him faster and faster until it become a full on cardio session and I felt drops of sweat roll down my face, down to my mouth where a salty drop rolled into my heavily breathing mouth.

I pounded slaves ass until an intense assgasm, followed by some moments of affection, before I had a shower to rinse off the sweat. I patted my face dry and put on some powder to conquer redness and shine. My lips still didn’t need a touch up. 

While I slipped into a tight knee length leather dress preparing for our mid session snack, slave followed my instructions, slipping a remote controlled vibrating anal plug inside his ass. I placed the tiny remote in my clutch and smiled my biggest smile yet thinking of controlling slave’s ass in public.

Downstairs at the hotel bar, we ordered citrus and tequila based cocktails that arrived with a foamy layer on top. After my first sip, I wondered if my lips would pass this test too as I licked the foam off them slowly while contemplating my subs fate. I forgot all about my lips as I stared deep into my submissive’s eyes while switching between pressing the ‘on’ button, increasing speed, changing vibration patterns and pushing the ‘off’ button. I giggled as I increased the intensity of the vibrations to level three at the same time as a plate filled with oysters was placed in front of us. My subs eyes barely twitched as his insides vibrated at the highest level. I felt a sense of pride over teaching him so well he could be brought out in public. I decided to let us both enjoy the food, so I switched off the vibrations while we alternated slurping up oysters with a lemon squeeze or vinaigrette.  

The rest of our time together flowed away like a long anticipated fantasy come true. I didn’t think of my lipstick again until I leaned back into the seat smiling with satisfaction in the back of an Uber. I pulled out a mirror to check my makeup and the post session selfie spoke for itself, messy post shag hair, glossy forehead, natural blush, faded eyeshadow and…flawless lips. Thank you Tom Ford.

In the elevator on my way down, I took a final glance into the Christmas present bag I brought for my submissive, ensuring the anal plug, bottle of lube and a glove were hidden discreetly beneath a thin layer of gift paper. Before the lift doors opened on the bar level, I slipped the butt plug’s remote control into my red clutch and giggled to myself thinking of the power I’m about to have over my submissive’s ass. 

When the doors opened, I slipped out with the gift bag in one hand and clutch with Ass Thumpers remote control in the other. Striding seductively towards my submissive in black patent leather six inch stilettos. My subs eyes attached to me as I made my way to the large L-shaped leather couch he sat on, eagerly awaiting my re-emergence. On the glass table in front of him were two espresso martinis with a perfect layer of foam on top. I sat down, placing the gift bag between us and crossing my long, tanned legs. My sub handed me my drink, and I had a sip, licking the remnants of foam off my red, shiny lips, while looking directly into his eyes the entire time.

“I have something for you. Merry Christmas.” I said with a twinkle in my eye. No need to open it here and now, I’m sure you know what it is. Are you ready?”

“I think so,” He responded, smiling nervously.

“Let’s cheers to that,” I said and raised my glass. Clink. 

“And to first times and fists,” I said after completing our first toast. Clink. We sat in silence for a moment, sensing the electric tension between us expanding. 

“It’s time for you to go to the bathroom and try on your present. Or should I say try in. Haha. Go on. But first, get me a large glass of water. Now!” 

My sub got up and walked quickly to the bar, gift bag in hand. He asked the bartender for a large glass of ice water, making sure they filled it to the brim and brought it back to me, smiling nervously and shaking ever so slightly as he placed it on the table in front of me. 

“Good boy. Bathroom, now.”

I watched him stride towards the male restroom, taking a mental note of his movements, wondering if he’d be able to maintain the same gait with my gift inside him. 

A couple minutes later, my sub emerged from the bathroom, walking at a similar pace towards our table, with a nervous smile and rosy cheeks. As he walked closer to the table, I pressed the On button on the Ass Thumpers remote I concealed inside my hand.

His eyes jumped as he tried to compose himself and continue striding towards the table. I pressed the off button when he was halfway through sitting down slowly, all while smiling mischievously. Once my stuffed sub was seated, I grabbed my full glass of ice water, chugging it as I held his gaze. When the glass left my lips, I pressed the remote again while looking deeply into his eyes. I barely noticed any change in his composure, even though the vibrations on level one were so strong I could feel the whole seat vibrating. I slid my finger over to the + button, pressing it while lifting an eyebrow as I glanced deep into my subs eyes contemplating the depths of his asshole. The vibrations were now so strong I could feel them spreading over to my pussy. What a powerful toy.

I turned the vibration off again long enough for us to lift our glasses and make another toast for our reunion and what’s yet to come. The moment my sub put down his glass, I engaged his anal plug vibrations again, this time taking it up to level three. Feeling the vibrations spread all over the leather couch, wondering if anyone noticed the naughtiness we were up to.

“Let’s continue this upstairs,” I said before leaving my sub behind once more to change into more appropriate attire for what’s next. 

“Keep your phone close, I’ll only be a couple minutes.” I said before walking away feeling my subs eyes burning into my backside.

Upstairs, I slipped out of my stilettos and into 10 inch thigh high black patent leather boots. I grabbed the rubber collar in my hand and placed the gold metal leash around my neck resting close to my cleavage and the golden buttons on my bodysuit. I sat down on the chair in the corner, placing the collar on my leg right above the knee. Once comfortably seated, I texted my sub 

“I’m ready for you.” 

December has descended upon us. As it always does. Unexpected and expected. With a bag full of stressors and surprise. 

December can be full of dread and delight. The month leading up to Christmas is one of the most unpredictable of the year to my business. It can be the most busy I have, or I will barely have any bookings at all.

 Every December is different and what lies behind, remains somewhat of a mystery to me. I understand there are Christmas parties, shopping, events, work to complete and family gatherings occupying a lot of people’s spare time this time a year. But, that means it’s also the perfect time to gift yourself a session with me. Since it’s the time of the year where your calendar is filled to the brim and who will know if you’re tied up having work drinks or by a Norwegian Goddess?

Whether you’re a regular or new client of mine, having a session is a perfect way to end your year. Make it even better, by bringing a present or extra tribute. If you don’t have time to see me, there’s always the option of sending a tribute towards a present. Then, I will make sure our first session in the new year will be extra special. I love sending my submissive pictures and videos to show how much I value their Christmas contribution and presence in my life. 

Christmas is the perfect time to give a gift to your Mistress and to gift yourself a session with Her. What are you waiting for?

Want to get to know me and my desires better? Check out my self interview adapted from questions from Ivy Societe.

What is your ideal date with a client?

Before the date, I will familiarise myself with his kinks and decide that he needs to wear for instance and anal plug, a cock cage, women’s lingerie or all of the above underneath his clothes to our date.

Meeting up at a restaurant serving a great degustation menu, omakase, or a good steak. Having a cocktail and saying cheers to a good night as I glance down at his locked cock.

Popping a bottle of champagne that I’ll be drinking in between lots of water, while looking teasingly over at my client as we both know he’ll be drenched in my champagne later. I’ll discreetly run my long nails along a part of his body or stroke the heal of my shoe against his inner thigh while crossing my legs over. Indulging in delicious food all while building up tension and excitement for what’s to come.

What's your biggest turn on?

Knowing the client has fully surrendered himself to my will and I’m completely in charge.

Secret desires and shared naughty experiences only me and the other person(s) know about.

What’s your favourite restaurant and your favourite dish on the menu?

Eau de Vie in Melbourne

Tetsuya in Sydney

Both offer more seasonal based degustation menus so picking a particular dish is difficult. I would have to say the whole experience at both restaurants.

Among your friends, what are you best known for?

Being unconventional. Being an intense all-in or nothing kind of person. Questioning commonly held beliefs. Exercising a lot. Travelling as much as I can. Never giving up.

Whats something you couldn't live without?

Music.

What's Your favourite Place on Earth?

Cuba for amazing beaches, great hiking, rainforest, cars you won’t see anywhere else, great food, highly educated friendly people, music, dance and vibrancy.

Tokyo for food, fish market, culture and diversity of experiences available.

I wrote my master’s dissertation on the topic of the Dark Goddess and the Feminine Shadow. On this date, seven years ago, I moved to Australia with the intention of a six month break before continuing my PhD work on the same topic. I never went back.

Instead, I fell in love with Australia and put my PhD studies on hold indefinitely. I tried putting the Dark Goddess at the back of my mind. At the same time, I started working as a Dominatrix. Oblivious to how my choice of profession was a practical extension of my studies in a modern day setting. 

Instead of researching and writing, I became the Dark Goddess.

It’s not until I sit here today, seven years later, reflecting on the years I’ve called Australia home, that I can see how my choice of profession is clearly related to my studies. Sometimes, you need to take the time to sit down, reflect on how you got to where you are now, to realize how it's all connected. Even if it’s never occurred to you before.

Will I ever go back to my PhD dissertation? I might, but my thesis could be different. Perhaps it will be an inquiry into the Dark Goddess in Her modern guise. But, I’m in no rush to get back to academic writing. I’m having too much fun embracing more and more of the Dark Goddess in myself.