About your Mistress

“Know this, I am addicted to You. I have tasted Your mind, and I cannot forget Its flavour.”

I believe we all are interested in human psychology on some level; what deep rooted interests make us tick. The simple “why does an intelligent, divine woman choose such a career path?”; although a favorite, some still hold dear the urge to ask it-and then later ask themselves: “why is it that every time I thank Her for slapping my face, I feel less ashamed, more complete?”

Irony can be quite delicious.

In My early days of discovering My love for Dominating the submissive minded man, My mind would twist with the above curiosities Myself. Still green and uninhibited, imagination sparked wild fantasies of My sickness. Growing fiercely in cunning skill and manipulation, a desire to trap unknowing flies in to a dark and sticky web, only to experiment with the likes of which I was merely scratching the surface of.


As a former Chef, not to mention a raging Gemini, I often have the urge to rip things to shreds; create disaster, chaos, even beauty-and turn the madness in to Hedonistic pleasure. Certainly, through much life experience and fantastical BDSM practice since, I have come to know My journey as reveling in an inner truth; expressing outwardly with My pets I deem worthy, My inner most desires. The color and shape of My craft has many shades and angles; those who enter My realm are met with a powerful gaze that seeks to reveal the truth of My prey. A bat of a lash, the cut of My cane slicing the air-I am quick with wit and baffling intuition; designed for the mental immobilization of My submissives, and the truest pleasure for their Queen.

Worshipping My exquisite frame? One may think lightly of the term “Body Worship”, though I can just as easily Dominate thee with My dangerous tender flesh. Whether I have placed you in bondage, floating above Me, or you are upon the floor, kneeling below Me, you sway hypnotized by the thrill of My enchanting presence. You’d never dare to wonder how long you gaze at the Divine, such Wonder. Memorize Me, in the darkest cranny of submissive space I have allowed you to enter. Let the thought of Me haunt you; reach for it again and again when you yearn for your Mistress. If you are blissfully satisfied within the visual sphere, you will be immersed by My presence; should you seek the overwhelming experience of being allowed to touch Me, you will find yourself drowning in My being. My gifts are vast in this realm; our time together will merely scratch the surface of what we can enjoy together.

My pleasure, dear pet.

After all, that is always My primary objective…