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.