He is lava.

“You are lava.” I say. “See how the blood rises to the surface pooling under these welts? Feel their warmth? You feel hot. Like lava.” My fingers graze the surface of his raised flesh, tracing the marks I’ve given him like you trace a route on a map when you’re trying to find your way …

Boot Worship

Don’t you wish you were kneeling in front of My bed, begging to worship My boots? What makes you worthy? What would you do for a taste?

Me, My Muse and I.

My dungeon has some of the most exquisite light. There are ample mirrors to reflect not only the light, but your pain. This way, I can see you suffering for Me from all angles, and if you are lucky, you might catch a glimpse of Me as well.

Narcissist / Succubus / Muse

I am a Narcissist. Whether it be inspiring submission from submissives or collaborating on photography projects with talented photographers, the role of Muse comes naturally to Me. I am able to easily get into your head, plant seeds, step back and watch them grow into something devastatingly beautiful. I like having tangible evidence of My …