About Me

It takes a certain kind of man to spot a Muse, a Mistress, a Goddess, a Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing.

Nabokov really said it best:

”A normal man… will not necessarily choose the nymphet among them. You have to be an artist and a madman, a creature of infinite melancholy, with a bubble of hot poison in your loins and a super-voluptuous flame permanently aglow in your subtle spine (oh, how you have to cringe and hide!)…”

The age of his tormentor was simply representative of all the things he knew were wrong, but could not resist, and moreover would have died to let kick his teeth in. Humbert was in constant agony and longing over Delores, who owned him, and who I dare say is one of the finest Dominant Women ever dreamed-up by a man.

Luckily, I’m not a hard one to spot and certainly impossible to ignore. I stand a slender and impressive 5′9″ in my bare feet and command any room I walk into. I have dark red hair, porcelain skin, elegant hands and gorgeously-slim size 10 feet, (perfect arches included.) I am an intelligent, multi-faceted, narcissistic Dominant woman. I have a wicked sense of humor, a sharp tongue, and I believe firmly in my own omnipotence.

My evolution into being a Domina has been an inevitable one. As a highly-intelligent woman, with a passion for kink and a background in the arts and psychology, this life was predestined.  Having the means (men) to accommodate my mercurial moods, the opportunity for extended and intricate manipulation, and the luxury, nay birthright, of total control… where else could I possibly have ended-up and been this happy? I stand in a veritable playground for a Siren.

I am also a Female Supremacist and an educated Feminist. A woman at her worst is so often better than a man at his best. We are simply higher-capacity models, more complex and better-designed. We are more articulate and more efficient thinkers. (Research the term “Corpus Callosum” for details.)  In fact, I used to teach feminism and gender theory and I can tell you, without hesitation, that no one left my classes with anything less than the utmost respect and admiration for Females, and that included the sexist male students who enrolled to try and defend their ridiculous sex.

You may notice, from my photos, that I have a certain amount of body art. Each piece is an homage to Art Nouveau and Beautiful Women. Pay special attention to the piece on my arm. It is an illustration, created for the play Salome, written by Oscar Wilde. Salome, the Princess depicted in the image, is generally recognized as an iconic, erotic figure, representing the dangers of the female seductress. When scorned by the man she sought after, she has his head severed and delivered to her on a silver platter. Take this as a sign.

I am the tenth Muse, an inspirational Goddess, the reason your heart beats and your motivation for complete and total submission. Without my discipline and instruction, you would live a passionless life, without direction or reason.