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.  

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.  

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 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.” 

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?

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.

I wrote my master’s dissertation on the topic of the Dark Goddess and the Feminine Shadow. On this date, seven years ago, I moved to Australia with the intention of a six month break before continuing my PhD work on the same topic. I never went back.

Instead, I fell in love with Australia and put my PhD studies on hold indefinitely. I tried putting the Dark Goddess at the back of my mind. At the same time, I started working as a Dominatrix. Oblivious to how my choice of profession was a practical extension of my studies in a modern day setting. 

Instead of researching and writing, I became the Dark Goddess.

It’s not until I sit here today, seven years later, reflecting on the years I’ve called Australia home, that I can see how my choice of profession is clearly related to my studies. Sometimes, you need to take the time to sit down, reflect on how you got to where you are now, to realize how it's all connected. Even if it’s never occurred to you before.

Will I ever go back to my PhD dissertation? I might, but my thesis could be different. Perhaps it will be an inquiry into the Dark Goddess in Her modern guise. But, I’m in no rush to get back to academic writing. I’m having too much fun embracing more and more of the Dark Goddess in myself. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’m itching to spank asses and kick balls after a month away from play. I return to my chosen home with increased passion for my profession. Lucky slaves who see me when I get back to Sydney, recieves tons of built up energy.

As I traveled through my home country of Norway, I reviewed my life. I don’t belong in this cold country any more. My home is on the other side of the world. In Australia, where I stay warm and feel free to be me. Here, sex work is legal and my friends know what I do for a living and how much I love it.

Back in my home that is no longer my home, I don’t yet feel fully free to tell friends and family what I do. I am not ashamed. My life is simply so different from theirs, I believe it will be hard for them to comprehend what I do. Accepting it will be a whole different ball game. Especially if I tell them the kind of games I play with balls.

I cannot wait to return and take time to see clients in Sydney and across Australia. In the coming year, I am keeping Sydney as my base city. Touring across the country, to places I have visited before and adding on new cities will be my second priority. I encourage fly me to you requests for clients who wish to see me in their city of choice.

Sometimes, things become clearer from a distance. To me, how much I love life in Australia has been illuminated. I am fully dedicated to resume my life as a dominatrix in the country I proudly call my home.

On the first day of May, I celebrate my five year anniversary as Nina Nyx. Five years of collecting extraordinary experiences on the fringes of society. 

Becoming Nina is the best thing I have done. Nina is clearly not my real name, but my business carrying this name allows me to live an authentic life. 

My career as a Dominatrix is the longest professional endeavor I have dedicated myself to besides being an eternal student. 

I have full control over every part of my business. Each aspect of Nina Nyx is my creation. Nina’s webpage, blog, social media presence, photoshoot location and outfits, image editing, directory profiles and interactions with clients are all made and maintained by me alone. What you see is what you get.

I weave in aspects of my background in psychology and yoga teaching into my sessions. In this way, I utilize my previous professional identity in the construction of Nina Nyx.

The happiness and excitement I get from being Goddess Nina Nyx makes me feel certain I will continue being Her for the next five years. I constantly strive to perfect my skills and learn new things to keep evolving as a Dominatrix.

Thank you to my regular clients who have been with me since the beginning and partaken in my growth over the last five years. Thank you to the new clients who I will meet as I carry on doing what I love with more experience and dedication.

My clients come in all ages and from all walks of life. Taxi driver, student, construction worker, musician, scholar and international CEO. I have seen them all. Having a varied clientele inspires my work and makes me thrive.

What my clients have in common is the willingness to submit. They desire to relinquish control and do what I tell them to. How they wish to succumb to my will can be very different. Bondage, foot worship, spanking, humiliation, collar and leash, pegging and crossdressing are a few examples of the wide variety of services I offer. 

I do not discriminate against anyone based on age (as long as you are over 18), ethnicity or background. Things that make me choose not to see a client is if they are rude, think they deserve special treatment because of their alleged hotness or whiteness, refuse to pay a deposit or decline taking a shower at the beginning of a session.

Recently, I've been lucky to session with two amazing new clients. One is 18, the other 75 years old. One brand new to play. The other with decades of experience. Both perfect gentlemen. Age is nothing but a number and having a lot of experience or none at all are both intriguing to me. I cannot wait to see them both again.

I also saw my first couple a couple months ago. They were both very polite and keenly interested in what I do. I believe it was a great experience of play for us all. I hope to see more couples in the future.

If you are one of my friends, peers, acquaintances or clients who have expressed curiosity as to who my clients are, here you go. It can be any man (or woman) you see walking down the street, your dad, your brother or your neighbor, being brave enough to follow their desire to explore their sexuality. 

Curious what a day in my life looks like? I love the diversity in my life as a dominatrix. No day is the same, although content can be similar and juggled around throughout the week. Important pieces in the puzzle of my existence are exercise, yoga, meditation, reading, social media management, text, call or video sessions, answering emails and texts, preparing content and live sessions. 

I stay strong in body and mind to be the best Domme I can be. Yoga and meditation makes me attuned to what arises in a session and able to adjust to the client. I build bodily strength to keep the submissive in their place on a physical level. This is particularly important in wrestling and discipline sessions. 

No client or session is like any other. In person sessions are built with diverse content and prepared for mentally and physically beforehand, to assure I am ready to give the client and myself the best possible experience. 

Text, call and video sessions require different preparation. First, I make sure I know what the client likes. Then, I plan a session with the elements the client requests with some room for improvisation and change if needed.

Online presence and social media management takes up a lot of my time. I got a website, directory profiles, and Twitter to maintain and update frequently. Preparing content in the form of Tweets, blogs, taking pictures and editing is a daily task. I enjoy it since it allows me to be creative and innovative and give people a glimpse of my life. 

The variety of experiences I have makes my life rich. Being a domme is a full time job and beyond. It is a lifestyle and I wouldn’t want any other way. 

Before seeing a client, I make sure we are a good fit for each other by gaining an understanding of their interests and desires. Once the initial connection is established and I agree to take them on as a client, I prepare for our session by picking suitable equipment and attire. Then, it’s time to choose the location for our encounter and make sure I have enough time to set up the space.

I instruct the submissive to get mentally and physically ready for our time together. I may also tell them what to expect from our playtime. If they wish to bring something to the session, I require them to tell me beforehand, so I can judge if it is appropriate or not to the context. 

Fifteen minutes before the submissive arrives, I meditate and clear my mind. This way, I am open to what might arise and my intuition is heightened. Then, I read through the outline I have written for the session and make sure I remember all the elements we agreed upon. 

When I meet the submissive in the flesh, establishing trust is important. Therefore, I am at first welcoming and friendly, unless the client and I have decided on an alternative form of greeting. I invite the sub to a pre-session briefing where we agree on the general gist of the session, choose safe word(s), starting position and I tell the sub how to refer to me during playtime.  

The last thing happening before the session starts is the submissive taking a shower to rinse off the day and get ready to step over the threshold into subspace. After the shower, they will come out naked or in the attire we agreed upon in our briefing and assume the start position I have given. Let the playtime begin.

My first memory of being dominant is from when I was six years old and instructed a group of local boys to build a treehouse for me. I told them what pieces of wood to use and what I wanted it to look like. If they were being lazy, I yelled at them to keep working and threatened to hit them with a tree branch if they disobeyed. It came naturally to me. 

My second BDSM related memory is from when I was thirteen, when my girlfriend and I hung out by the gas station and an older guy asked us to take our shoes and socks off and play with our feet. He offered us $30 to do so. We thought he was a total creep and ran away. Even though we discarded his offer, the fact that my feet could be profitable stuck to the back of mind.  

My third memory also involves foot fetish. I was fifteen and a rumor spread that a dude in the other class texted girls on messenger asking to buy their used socks. I did not believe it until he asked me himself. I still did not believe him and made him confirm in person he was the one sending the messages. When he did, he also asked if I could tie him to a tree in the forest and leave him there overnight. I thought he was crazy. 

Fast forward ten years, and I'm living in San Francisco being introduced to the Armory and a group of kinksters. I feel like I entered this magical world I always dreamed existed. The energy, the toys, the people, the power exchanges. It felt like a homecoming. 

With this post, I wish to inspire you to look within yourself and reflect on your first BDSM related memories. In this journey of life, it can be valuable to go back to the origins of whatever fantasies we are currently preoccupied with and embrace these first sparks of interest. 

Digital domination is increasingly popular these days when people are confined to their home. Sessions come in many forms such as text, call, video call and clips. A digital session gives the submissive a safe space to explore their kinks and the dominatrix to understand their demeanor and desires. This type of play can be a full BDSM experience in itself. 

Another benefit with digital sessions is that they give both the dominatrix and the submissive insights on how to prepare for the best possible session when they meet in the flesh. When used between in person sessions, text, call and video sessions keep up the momentum between the dominatrix and the submissive. In the digital playspace, they can reflect on a previous playtime, plan future explorations, and conduct it as an in person session.

Personally, I used to prefer in person sessions since they let you tune in to and play with the submissive’s energy, body and mind in a way digital sessions fall short of. However, since I had to switch to digital sessions during lockdowns, I have grown to like them more and more. 

Since I love writing, being able to place a submissive in a state of complete devotion through the written word gives me a sense of power and arousal. A text session opens up a creative space where we can explore kinks in depth and build a connection. 

Digital sessions can be exhilarating and liberating, as they allow us to uncover our desires without boundaries that might hold us back in person, such as shyness. Once certain aspects of one’s submission have been explored in a digital space, it can give a deeper understanding of one’s kinks and make it easier to live out a fantasy in real life.