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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Play is the First Language We Speak

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

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

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

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

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

Why adults need play now more than ever

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

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

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

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

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

BDSM is Adult Play at Its Highest Form

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why Play is Essential in BDSM

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

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

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

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

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

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

Role Play 

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

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

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

Final words 

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

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

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

Let’s play!

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

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

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

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

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

One stripe means you have knelt for me.

Two means you have endured for me. 

Five means you're fully devoted.

Ten and above signals a complete surrender.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Only then does the real preparation begin.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So Why Am I the One Luxury You Deserve?

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

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

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

Because no luxury on earth feels quite like surrendering.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you ready for your punishment?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

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

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

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

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

Whack.

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

Whack.

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

Whack

Whack

Whack

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In 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.” 

Your father, your boss, your brother, or any random person walking down the street with a  happy, mischievous smile on their face, could all be clients I see as a Dominatrix. 

The youngest client I’ve seen is 18 and the oldest 75. I don’t discriminate against anyone based on age (as long as you’re of legal age), gender, ethnicity, religious or sexual orientation. 

My clients share some commonalities, they are all open minded to a certain degree and have a desire to give up control. Other than that, there’s such a wide variety of kinks and levels of execution of these that no person ever wants exactly the same thing in the same way.  

In many cases their particular kink can be traced back to early childhood memories. Some have explored their desires early on, while others have had it lingering at the back of their mind for years, sometimes decades. 

I often see men in high stress positions used to having lots of responsibility. Such as CEOs, lawyers, bankers and military personnel. To use an example, it highly excites me to dress up big strong men as sissies and offer them space and freedom to play and lose themselves under my control.

I see about as many single clients as those that are married or in relationships. I absolutely love it when they have discussed seeing me with their partner, or even having their partner suggest they book me. However, I do see men who choose not to tell their partner of our session for a variety of reasons. Perhaps their kink is a part of them they like to keep to themselves or sadly sometimes out of fear of being ridiculed. 

Often, my client gets a much needed release from sessioning with me. Witnessing how much lighter and glowing someone looks when they emerge from the shower after a session warms my heart and spirit. 

I encourage both new and seasoned players to session with me. I see a balanced proportion of regular and new clients. I love them both in different ways. 

It’s very exciting for me to grow a long term domme/sub relationship, where we both feel confident in exploring deeper and pushing our boundaries further. My creativity flows freely when planning and conducting sessions with slaves I’ve seen countless times. I deeply appreciate my regulars, some who have been with me since I was a baby domme seven years ago who have witnessed me grow into myself as a woman and Dominatrix.

A brand new client, even one completely new to BDSM in its entirety can be a clean slate for me to play and explore what makes them tick and what’s left tested and tried never to be done again. Sometimes, a new client has specific kink(s) they’ve researched and/or played with on their own or with a partner that they want to delve deeper into with a professional. 

What comes as a surprise to people outside of my profession, is that I see many guys in their early twenties. And to my pleasant surprise, they have demonstrated the most excellent communication skills. A random text from a random dude saying “Hey bby, avail?” has mostly come from men over thirty. (Yes, I sometimes follow up on these texts out of curiosity and ask for age, name and desired session content). Thankfully, I see less of these texts and more well written session requests from all age groups these days.

Most times, I cringe when guys describe themselves as tall, fit and good looking. I then expect someone full of themselves with a proclivity to top from the bottom. However, I’ve been pleasantly surprised by having someone with such a description surrendering all control and being genuinely pleasant to be around. Always expect the unexpected. 

One thing that’s expected and true is that most of my clients are men. On rare occasions I’ve seen couples. I absolutely love introducing and teaching couples how to implement BDSM into their sexlife in a safe and fun manner. To partake in their experience is an exciting honor to me and something I wish I was invited to more often.