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

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

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

Why Choose a Dominatrix Session in Sydney?

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

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

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

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

Research and Preparation

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

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

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

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

Booking Etiquette

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

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

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

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

What to Expect in a Session

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

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

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

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

Respecting Boundaries and Rules

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

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

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

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

Post-Session Reflection

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

Discretion and Privacy

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

Final Thoughts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Image generated in Midjourney, based on an image of me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you ready for your punishment?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

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

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

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

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

Whack.

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

Whack.

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

Whack

Whack

Whack

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 less than a minute, my sub carefully opened the door.

“Close the door behind you. Get down on your knees. Slowly crawl over here.” I said while crossing one boot clad leg over the other. 

My sub happily obeyed the order and immediately dropped down to his knees and crawled on all fours towards me. 

“That’s it. Come closer.” I stopped him when his head came within an inch of my lap. I moved my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer, whispering in his ear 

“Are you ready to submit all control to me?”

“Yes, mistress.”

I proceeded to place the rubber collar around his neck and attached the leash to it. Leaning back into the chair holding the leash in one hand, placing one of my boots on his shoulder.

“Worship my boot slave.”

My slave held the both gently in his hands while kissing and licking it all around. 

“Open your mouth. Suck the heel like you would suck a cock.”

I watched as my slave sucked in the bottom half of my heel first, gradually putting more and more of the heel in his mouth until he swallowed the whole heel deep down his throat.

“Good boy. Deep throat that for mistress.”

I relished in the power to make my sub enjoy deep throating a 10 inch heel for me. 

“Stop. Come closer. Open your mouth.” I pulled my sub by the hair on the back of his head and stood up with my mouth close to his, releasing a thin thread of spit towards his open mouth. 

“Close. Swallow.” 

After watching my sub swallow and open his mouth wide again I spat into his mouth one more time, making sure it was more spit this time. Then, I stood up.

“Now, get us something to drink.” I said while pulling his leash and directing him towards the fridge hidden inside a glass cupboard.

He opened the fridge to reveal two bottles of Veuve Cliquot. 

“Open one and fill up two glasses. Don’t spill.” 

My sub handed me one of the glasses and we had a quick cheer for the rest of the night, before he put his glass to his lips ready to drink.

“Stop. Put the glass down. Did I say you could drink?”

“No, Mistress.”

“Get down on your knees. Open your mouth. Wide.”

I had one sip of the delicious bubbles, swallowing it slowly, rolling the liquid around my mouth while my sub eagerly awaited his. I swallowed. Then, I filled up my mouth fully with the sparkling liquid, twirling it around my mouth before spitting it slowly into my sub’s mouth.

“Swallow.”

“Thank you Mistress.” He said looking up at me with a glazed, devoted look in his eyes.

I petted his head for a moment, before pulling him close.

“Don’t do anything without my permission, understood?” I whispered in his ear.

“Yes, Mistress.”

I released my sub from his leash and told him to slowly strip off his pants. He clumsily started unbuttoning his pants. Once I told him to make it more sexy, he moved his hips from side to side while wiggling his way out of the jeans. I had another sip of the champagne while he revealed a pair of gray briefs with an obvious wet spot where the head of his erect penis was ready to burst out. 

“Are you dripping already? Haha. Get down on your knees and crawl here.” Remove my boots, one at a time.”

My sub tried removing the first boot by biting on the zipper, which did not move at all and left me laughing at his effort. I stopped him in his ridiculous attempt and made him use his hands instead. Once both boots were removed to reveal my transparent black stockings, I placed my feet on his face, covering every part of it. Allowing him to fully immerse himself in my feet. Once I allowed him to breathe air again, he asked if he could remove my stockings. A request I declined. Patience is a virtue, slave. 

Fly me to you (FMTY) is a fantastic way to see your Dominatrix of choice at the location you desire. My dungeon is portable, and I love to travel and experience new places and people.  

The first step is agreeing on a suitable location, date, time, duration and session content. Then, providing screening details and a 50% deposit seals the deal. 

Fly me to your hometown, let me be the most exciting part of your business trip, or see me before, during, or after a holiday. Even better, plan a playcation to a place we both want to explore.

Making your fantasy an exclusive reality with both our schedules, often requires booking long in advance. This gives us something to look forward to and be properly prepared for. 

However, my schedule changes from month to month, so there’s always the odd chance I’m available for a last minute rendezvous. 

I’m happy to travel to most places I can fly to in Australia for a booking of 2 hours minimum, with travel costs and one night at a hotel covered. In rare cases, I can fly in in the morning and out in the evening on the same day. My preference is for longer bookings. 

For FMTY worldwide, I assess the booking and require an absolute minimum of 4 hours. In this case, 50% of the session and the travel costs, one night at an upscale hotel and all meals need to be covered. Depending on the location, the minimum hours and requirements might vary. When you fly in a Dominatrix you’re dying to have a session with, you should be excited to make sure her stay is up to the highest standards.

From the moment the booking is made, there are many ways to stay in touch and build up even more tension and anticipation from afar. For an agreed upon donation, I can offer text, email, call, video, pictures, slave tasks, key holding and more for a period of time leading up to the FMTY. 

Another way to add a little extra, is by sending a gift in the form of a donation or gift card to be used on an outfit or toy for the session. 

Reading this blog is a sign it’s time to turn your FMTY fantasy into reality. 

See you in Playtime Paradise!

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.

Incorporate self care, your body and mind will thank you for it.

It’s easy to push self care to the side in the midst of session set up, content creation, picture editing, social media management and daily administrative duties. However, all of these tasks flow easier with a rejuvenated body, mind and spirit.

Self care can be many things, such as meditation, yoga, physical activity, massage, a nourishing meal, quality time with friends or something as simple as lighting a scented candle.

The forms of self care I’ve built into my daily routine are meditation, pranayama (breathing exercises), yoga, walking in nature, going to the gym and having a fresh smoothie or juice. 

About once or twice a week I go for a swim, run and/or dancing. A couple times a month I get a manicure and pedicure and even less frequent, I get a massage. 

The types of self care I would love to do more of is sound healing, different types of massage and bodywork, facials (I just had my second facial ever and my skin is glowing) and longer spa sessions. 

Two times in my life I’ve gone on extended yoga retreats with full focus on yoga and healthy living. After this, I’ve returned to my everyday life with new vigor and determination. Going on a health retreat once or twice a year to devote myself to extended self care in a serene location is something I envision for the future.

Self care is important to fit into our busy lives both as dominant and submissive. Do something that is just for you. Do what makes you feel like you’re nourishing yourself and leaves you feeling more relaxed and at ease afterwards.  

For both me as a dominant and my submissives, it is important to show up as the best versions of ourselves and take good care of our body, mind and spirit in between sessions. I’m hoping this post will inspire you to incorporate at least one form of self care today. 

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.