As if I didn’t have enough hobbies. Now I want to add making music to the list.

Guess which one I bought.

With my training I can rip apart your manhood and shape you into the perfect little lady. One who knows how to present her little holes to be used by me. One who worships my strap.

Can we just keep men gagged and chained up underground until we need to breed? And before any of you simps get excited, we’re only keeping peak specimens. Small dicked losers may go frolic in the field until you’re extinct.

Devotion isn't transactional. It's never 'do this, get that'. I act on what I feel. When you've been consistently good, suffered enough to truly please me, and proven your consistency over time, that's when I decide you're worthy of a reward.

A place at my feet is earned, not fantasized. Nothing repulses me more than performative devotion from a man whose every "selfless" act is just another way to satisfy himself. Character first. Everything else second.

A place at my feet is earned, not fantasized. Nothing repulses me more than performative devotion from a man whose every "selfless" act is just another way to satisfy himself. Character first. Everything else second.

Keep your head up. He came to clean my house, but I got a little carried away with a little game of footsie.

Even my body is made to make you suffer. You want to worship so badly, but I do nothing but tease and deny you. All to remind you of your place. You deserve nothing. Your purpose in life is to please me.

Teased and taunted. Helpless and fearful. It’s all worth it to hear my praises. The soft way I say “good boy” and laugh at your suffering.

Just two dangerous things kissing. If your fantasies don’t involve the both of us, I don’t want you.

Lesson: if your apology doesn’t come with cash, you’re not really sorry.

Be a good boy and fetch me a cherry from the plate. Use your teeth, and don’t you dare touch it with your filthy mouth. The agony of the weight dragging down your balls is there to teach you perseverance.

Good behavior is rewarded with time and attention. Is that so hard for you entitled nitwits to understand?

Sounding is such an erotic and intimate thing. I love taking a person’s first time. The way I live on in their memory is its own immortality. My doll delighted in knowing that all her holes could be fucked, especially her little clitty.

I love the process of discovering vintage accessories. Each item has a story, a history. Not only do you get to own a beautiful piece, but you get the joy of researching its origins.

I was an early bloomer. I learned very young how easy it was to mesmerize men with my femininity. How flesh could coax a man into doing things he never thought he was capable of. However, though beauty drew you in, it is my understanding of your mind that keeps you.

Any woman can have a beautiful body, a dominatrix knows how to weaponize hers.

I can’t wait to take the training wheels off. When a first time turns into a ritual, only then can a sub satisfy my sadism.

Of all the fine dining experiences I’ve had, the unique yet nostalgic perspective on food that Dominique Crenn has shared will always be one of my favorites. I’ll mark Atelier Crenn off the list.

If you insist on writing to me without complete sentences, you will find your message in the trash.

A dominatrix is the perfect embodiment of feminine destruction. So open wide and receive all the malice I have to give you.

Doesn’t it feel so right to finally be put in your place? You’re only fit to clean the bottoms of my patent leather pumps.

It doesn’t matter how big a man is, when they’re folded in half and taking my strap they’re all so small and vulnerable.

Enjoying my private booking at Audium. All 176 speakers are call me to create.

I love my new Estim Systems 2B power box and the Moaner attachment. I feel like a kid in a candy store. Since he gifted to me, it’s only right he gets to partake first, no?

I am a Dollmaster because I know when a wig or hair extensions is more suitable. I consider body shape, facial features, and overall temperament, all together creating dolls that can’t even recognize themselves.

I like to set and forget. Strap you down so there’s no escape and have the probes do all the ghostfucking while I play pretty on my phone. The way you struggle is pointless, but oh so amusing!

I’m the final boss in the dungeon.

I need a sub to paint the ceiling soon. Should I keep it simple or are we thinking Sistine Chapel?

I’m grateful to have a life where I can visit local monuments on a weekday, and appreciate the architecture. Visiting here actually struck me with a sense of bittersweetness. It truly felt like a spiritual oasis amidst all of the death.

I know the gravity of so much steel is telling you to collapse, but you need to prove to me how much you adore me. Keep your eyes on me. My love language is suffering.

Wait wait, let me get into position.

More tools for mischief for my birth month ♥️

I have a certain standard for my submissives. Rippling pectorals are a non negotiable, unless you’re a feminine sissy. I make sure everyone in the harem visually pleases me. What will you do for your spot beside me?

I’m chuckling whenever a man asks what do women bring to the table. Hm, try human life?

Life is a stage, and I’m giving it my greatest performance.

May I continue to spend all of my days swimming in a sea of muscle, being waited on hand and foot.

It would seem that I have a type… Birth Month celebrations have kicked off to a strong start with a himbo themed pool party because orange juice tastes all the sweeter when squeezed out of full biceps.

Given how many celebrations I’m having, shall I take the month off and call it my birth month? You’ll have all month to delight me.

Let the birthday festivities begin.

When you have to repeat yourself constantly to a sub, they become more trouble than they’re worth to train. Tiring.

Your mouth belongs underneath me, lapping the bottom of my boots, fully grateful for the view.

Had a little sissy beg to buy me these boots. You understand, right? Buying me a gift is a gift for you. Showing me your appreciation feels so good.

Bow down to my doll-like perfection. Perhaps if you suffer enough for me, I’ll turn you into a doll worth owning.

I can not tell what turns me on more, being adored or being feared. It’s probably a perfect little cocktail of both.

If you have ever commented that you want to serve me and offer me nothing, especially on my birthday 6/7 then you are unworthy of being aroused by me. Don’t be that person, approach properly. I bet I’ll have some new toys by the end of June.

How I look at you once you cry for me.

I often ask submissive to write their ideal fantasy, not because I will do what they ask, but because I want to understand the psychology of what they truly desire.

There is so much beauty woven into everyday life, if we only choose see it.