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!