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.” 

Remote controlled anal plug in public, caning, and fisting made up my first session of the year. All things my submissive experienced for the first time with me. I love being someone's first. Add on the delights of boot, shoe and foot worship, spanking and pegging with a big black cock, washed down with a golden bath and you got the recipe for a perfect evening. 

I walked into the dimly lit lobby of an upscale Sydney hotel wearing black patent leather stilettos accentuating my long tanned legs, leading up to a leather mini skirt showing off my fit, round booty. My plump breasts supported by a black leather bra discreetly peeking out of a black silk top. Around my neck a silver snake necklace adorned with black, gray and red stones rested close to my cleavage. The femme fatale has arrived. 

In my right hand I rolled a black, shiny suitcase filled to the brim with toys to fulfill my own and any man's kinkiest fantasies. The contents of it were specifically tailored and partially funded by the submissive standing up in admiration as I click-clacked my way inside to give him a hug and hand over the suitcase while he slipped a keycard into my hand. We said our hellos with naughty twinkles in our eyes and an electrical tension of expectation flowing between us. My sub walked me to the elevator, which I entered and left him behind, eagerly awaiting the next step of our adventure. Let the playtime begin. 

When I opened the door to the spacious room, the first thing I noticed was the large bathtub in the middle of the space, as if it was designed to be the centerpiece. I gotta put that to proper use. The bathtub was separated from the rest of the room by a glass wall. I had many things planned for our session, but I could not resist slipping out a flesh colored dildo from my suitcase the moment I opened it, slamming its suction cup bottom onto the glass in the height of my submissive’s mouth. Suck on that bitch.

I continued unpacking one side of my suitcase of sin, placing various BDSM items across the room. Chains around the bed poles, check. Collar and leash, leg cuffs, wrist cuffs check. Dildos in increasing sizes, leading up to a 10 inch pink dildo, check. BBC, my second skin black leather strapon with 8 inch dildo, check. Extra clean with antibacterial toy cleaner, check. Paddle, flogger and cane check. Mouth gag with attached dildo, check. I grinned as I filled up the night stand with anal lube, regular lube, regular condoms, large condoms, extra large condoms. Then, I made a fist with my left hand measuring it against PBC (pink, big cock) and a fist sized dildo. The real thing is just a tad bigger, he can take it for me. I’ll go slowly. 

I zipped open the second side of my suitcase to reveal three sets of lingerie, one bodysuit, black stockings, and black knee high patent leather boots. The lingerie and bodysuit were all presents from the devoted sub for various occasions, birthday, christmas, new years and just because I’d look hot in it. Which I do. I removed my silk top and leather skirt to reveal a classic thong and bra in black leather. I slipped into a black mesh bodysuit, buttoning up close to 20 golden buttons on top of my lingerie, making my cleavage pop. I love teasing you through multiple layers. 

I pulled the black stockings up to the top of my thighs, looking back in the mirror to adjust the black seam to be in the middle of my long leg, before slipping back into my leather mini skirt and placing my feet into stilettos. I texted my submissive to order me an espresso martini, considered peeing, but decided to save the precious drops for him. Then, I put on a layer of shiny red lipstick in the bathroom mirror. The last thing I did before leaving the room was glance at the big bathtub, the chains around the bed poles, BBC and PBC, grinning mischievously to myself. In my hand I held a remote control labelled Ass Thumpers, caressing the ‘on’ button beneath my thumb. We’re in for the night of our lives. 

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?

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.

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. 

A domination session is a multisensory experience. A  scene is carefully planned, considering how it will affect all your senses.

Visually, I make sure I’m dressed impeccably in lingerie, leather and/or latex with boots or heels from my extensive collection, freshly applied make-up, soft smooth skin, manicure and pedicure. I arrange the gear and toys in a visually pleasing and organized manner. I consider what level of light is most suitable, usually it’s dimmed on the darker side, or candlelit. However, if I want to dress you up as a girl for instance, I might want you strutting your stuff to me in a more lit space.

In the auditory realm, I pick music and decide on the tone and level of my voice most suited for the session. Do I find it appropriate to play music in the background? If so, perhaps something enchanting and witchy, energy enhancing meditation music, chillstep, classical, or even metal. If I choose to use music, something without words feels more suitable to me. In many cases silence is preferred as there is already enough going on to satisfy the senses and adding music would be an overload instead of an enhancement.

Tactically, I love to play with textures in clothing, restraints, teasing and spanking. The soft, smooth sensation of leather against your skin. The texture of the rope being tied carefully around your wrists. My hands stroking your bum before spanking it, then stroking it again. Teasingly caressing your skin with a leather flogger. So many options of pleasure and delicious pain.

When it comes to gustation, it can involve for example force feeding the submissive with food placed on my foot or making them lick up every last drop of a certain liquid. Golden shower, hot sauce, my dirty shoes. Delicious and entertaining in their own particular ways.
To focus the session on one or more senses over others, include sensory deprivation. By removing one or more of the senses, the remaining senses are infused with heightened awareness. 

In summary, a domination session is a multisensory experience that can include visual, auditory, tactical, olfactory and gustation senses in various degrees. 

Want to serve Me, but don't live in Sydney? No problem, there are many ways to serve and session at a distance. Various tasks can be completed from the other side of a screen across the country or from anywhere in the world at any time.

My devious mind delights in coming up with unique ways to keep you on your toes and place myself firmly inside your head. Those butterflies in your stomach and pulse racing as you open a picture or task from Me makes the mundane drift away as you surrender yourself to My Will. 

The devilish smile I get on my face when I tell you to put on your smallest cock cage before having your big meeting and sending me picture proof. Laughing at the picture of your tiny locked up cock when it rolls into my inbox while looking around the cafe I'm at, seeing all other customers deeply devoted to what's most likely their 9-5. Contemplating what to send you next to make sure the most important thing in your day is to serve Me. 

Serving me by sending gifts, tributes, performing slave tasks, video and voice calls, voice messages and pictures are all excellent ways to keep you as a submissive devoted to Me at a distance.

If you consider a session with Me in the future or you want to keep the momentum up between sessions, digital play lets us build up an enormous amount of tension before meeting in the flesh. It’s also a great opportunity to make sure we are on the same page in regards to future playtimes. 

When we finally meet for an in person session, the tension is electric and every word and touch from your Mistress feels like you're in heaven. 

It excites me to have submissives from all over the world. To know devotion has no limits allows Me to let my imagination roam free as I keep you devoted to Me.