Sat in elegance, gloved and poised, I extend the cane to My masked submissive. No words are needed—he knows exactly what lesson awaits when Madam decides to teach." #FemDom #BDSM #Discipline #Obedience #Control

An exquisite evening at @clubpedestal—the perfect playground to reconnect with fellow Dommes and make new acquaintances. Nights like these remind Me why I adore Our world of elegance, discipline, and shared indulgence.

On hands and knees, he tends to My heels—every lace pulled tight, every knot a gesture of devotion. For Me it’s effortless, for him it’s purpose.

Seated with ease, I let My shoe press into him as casually as a hand resting on an armrest. Bound, masked, and collared, he is reduced to nothing more than something for Me to lean on." #FemDom #BDSM #Objectification #FootFetish #Dominatrix

There’s a special energy when two sadists find themselves in sync. Sir (@indoctrinatrix) and I filmed a scenario that begins with an intruding tradesman and ends in his suffocation, punishment, and Our pleasure. The clip will be released soon—consider this your warning." #FemDom #BDSM #Sadism

A book in My hand, a body beneath My heels—two kinds of support, each serving its purpose. He exists as furniture while I immerse Myself in words. This is the art of objectification, perfected. #FemDom #BDSM #Objectification #Trampling #Power

Tightly wrapped, masked, and motionless, he lies beneath Me. My shoe rests firm on his face, every inhale a lesson: even breath carries My scent, My control, My ownership.

The field is set, the standard high. Boots firm in the sand, eyes steady on the horizon—I decide who clears the bar, and who falls short.

Ropes drawn tight, silk draped close, and a gaze that leaves no room for doubt. When you’re beneath Me, you’re bound not just in rope—but in My will.

Gloss black, blood red, and a heel sharp enough to keep you trembling. Every detail designed to remind you of your place—beneath Me. #FemDom #BDSM #HeelFetish #FootWorship #Power

Silk at My throat, leather on My hands, and authority in every movement. In the stables or the chambers, obedience is non-negotiable—you’ll be broken in, stroke by stroke.

The paddle is carved, the flesh is marked, and the game is set. Noughts and crosses played in welts and heat—My rules, My win, every time. #BDSM #FemDom #ImpactPlay #Discipline

Encased, hooded, and directed by nothing more than the pressure of My latex hand. Identity erased, obedience absolute. This is the refinement of discipline.

Submission is never theatrical—it’s deliberate, binding, and complete. Discipline leaves no room for rebellion when control is absolute. #FemDom #Discipline #Mistress #Obedience #Authority

Control is not loud—it is quiet, precise, and absolute. Even before I strike, you are already Mine. #FemDom #Discipline #Mistress #Authority #Obedience

Position defines everything. Above: authority, elegance, control. Below: surrender, discipline, devotion. #FemDom #Discipline #Mistress #Control #PowerExchange

A hood, a tongue, and My heels. Discipline is found in repetition, refinement in devotion. #FemDom #Discipline #Worship #Mistress #Control

Refinement, discipline, and obedience… three qualities I demand.

Every act of theft forces My hand. From now on, My images will carry heavier marks—not because I wish to obscure them, but because some cannot resist what was never theirs. The devoted will still see Me clearly. Always. #FemDom #BDSM #Dominatrix #Ownership

Every stripe of the whip is a lesson. Discipline. Obedience. Devotion. Some need only My gaze to surrender… others require the lash. Which would you be?

They obsess over My words— But the truth is, obedience begins at My feet. Your journey starts by lowering yourself. Kneel. Lick. Worship. #FootDomination #FemDom

I will be reunited with @madamm.bsky.social in September, for a day of unhinged filming 🥰 Our connection at France FemDom was instantaneous, and it's so obvious in this photo. We took great pleasure in watching her sub suffer. Thank you @bolnyjob.bsky.social for immortalizing the moment ✨

I see the obedient ones watching, waiting, craving more. You may speak. Tell Me: What part of serving is hardest… and why do you still long for it?

I don’t need to shout to control you. I raise an eyebrow—and the obedient rise to serve. There is strength in stillness. Learn to recognise it.

Follow Me Friday. But this isn’t about networking. It’s about placing yourself at the feet of a woman who will reshape you. #FollowFriday #FemDomFriday Photograph courtesy of @jus.ig

What does it mean to truly submit? It begins with the mind—long before the whip. I train not just bodies, but behaviours. Step forward if you think you’re ready.

This image won’t appear anywhere else. Why? Because some things are reserved for those who know where to look. You made it to My Bluesky. That’s Step One. #Exclusive

If you’ve found Me here, consider it your first test. Obey: Follow. Repost. Present yourself. You never know when I’ll be watching… #BlueskyFemdom #Obedience

Are you following @madamm.bsky.social beyond Bluesky? Explore her content across other platforms and the different flavours of discipline: 🔗 Fan site: bit.ly/4dwwU5c 🔗 IWC: bit.ly/4asHZBD 🔗 C4S: bit.ly/3UAibxr 🔗 Dominity: bit.ly/3FyVm9F

Creating original work also requires capital - the overhead of maintaining a work place including utilities, and the tools necessary to create anything. In the U.S. these costs are tax deductible expense. Plagiarists steal measurable amounts of actual money. You fight for M/many, MMe!

I cannot wait ❤️

You crave discipline. Structure. Purpose. That’s why you’ll follow Me. I take what I want. You give what I tell you. 📍Brighton. FemDom. Educator of the disobedient. #FemDom #Discipline

A striking moment with @indoctrinatrix and @ladysyene.bsky.social at FranceFemDom. I’ll be reunited with @indoctrinatrix in September for something filmed, intense, and rather special. A submissive may be invited to serve—if they can handle the heat.

You’ll notice a rather assertive watermark on this image. Let’s call it… a protective measure. Creating original work requires effort, vision, and presence. When that’s taken for granted, adjustments must be made. Thank you to those who respect the source—and know the difference.

Mistresses in motion. The Seine watches as two women of control and discipline share their world, their wit, and their wicked intentions. When Dominants meet, the air changes—charged with authority and elegance. You’re lucky to witness it at all. It was my pleasure to meet @TheFoXtress.bsky.social

The sole of My foot, sheerly veiled in nylon. You stare because you’re powerless to do anything else. This isn’t just a fetish—it’s your fixation. And I wear it like silk across skin.

There’s intimacy in ownership. The water soothes Me while the key rests against My chest—untouched, unbothered. You don’t get to know when, or if, it will ever turn in the lock again. I carry your freedom like jewellery: beautiful, and utterly unnecessary.

A delicate exterior hides nothing. Underneath this soft fabric is a mind that owns you, a will that shapes you. While I sip and savour, you kneel and wait—knowing that even My quiet moments are a lesson in control.

Adornment and authority. I wear beauty like armour, and I wield punishment with grace. Don’t mistake the glint of a brooch for kindness—everything on My body has purpose, and you’re about to feel it.

There is a particular pleasure in inspecting what I’ve transformed—a man beneath lace, trembling beneath My scrutiny. Every adjustment of the apron, every correction of posture, is another reminder: this isn’t a costume. It’s a new identity, forged under My gaze.

Two pairs of legs. One in command, the other in surrender. Stockings, heels… and a world of difference in purpose. Can you tell which role you were meant to serve? #PowerDynamic #FemdomAesthetic #ObedienceInHeels #VisualControl #DominantDesign

The crop rests where it belongs. The latex fits just as tightly as My expectations. Are you the type who earns indulgence… or punishment? #PowerExchange #DominationWithPurpose #LatexAesthetic #ObedienceRequired

Stripped of sight, stripped of will. He kneels—hooded, naked, and owned. My grip on his collar is more than physical; it’s a reminder that he exists only within the structure I impose. Discipline. Authority. Devotion.

Home—for a limited time. My Chambers welcome only the obedient, the disciplined, the ones who know their place. If you're waiting to serve Me, do it now. I won’t be still for long.

The cane deserves care—after all, it serves Me well. I clean it slowly, deliberately, with that look you know all too well. Not passive. Not idle. Just a quiet warning... before it’s used again.

A fresh offering: two pairs of stockings from a brand I’ve been meaning to try, gifted by one of My attentive submissives. I know quality when I feel it—and I never tire of being tributed by those who understand My standards.

A life above yours—reflected in sunglasses and painted across the sea. I don’t daydream about sunsets and yachts. I live them. This is what devotion funds. This is what obedience sustains.

Last month’s France FemDom brought together strength, style, and solidarity. I stood with two remarkable Mistresses I deeply respect—an evening of meaningful connection and professional pride. Flown in, of course, by a submissive who knows his place. @Inannajustice.bsky.social @MistressLupa.com

This is the view from My lounger—feet up, sea glistening, and yachts waiting. I work hard, I dominate harder, and I unwind exactly as I please. I do travel… but only if you make it worth My while.

Poised in black, swinging the key to his denial—because control is never handed over, it’s taken. I hold his freedom in My grasp, and I enjoy watching him ache for what he’ll never truly earn.