My Ideal Session.

With almost 10 years experience in the BDSM community, and over five years of offering professional BDSM sessions in NYC, I am a woman who knows what she likes and one who knows exactly how to get it. I have the privilege of being very selective about who I choose to see; this means if your interests don’t align with mine, I will not be seeing you. This means if you aren’t respectful or intentional about your contact with me, you won’t be seeing me. Here is my breakdown of what I look for in potential clients/students/slaves and what my ideal session/client/slave looks like.

My ideal session begins before you even contact me. It begins when you see my ad, stumble upon my twitter and get lost in the trail of information I have scattered across the web, all leading you directly into mine. I want you to do your research, to know why you have chosen me. I am selective about who I see and if you are unable to tell me what about ME resonated with you, it is likely that I will choose not to see you. I see only individuals with whom I share common ground. I want to hear your intrigue and curiosity to explore. I want to feel your desire to make my pleasure your ultimate goal. I adore playing with individuals who identify as a masochist, little, slave or submissive. I enjoy playing with individuals who are eager to be trained to my standards. I do not particularly enjoy playing with bratty bottoms. My ideal client is interested in developing a lasting, committed and regular relationship, though this is not always necessary or called for.

You will follow my protocol of how to book a session, respecting my requirement for 24 hours notice. (Noting I prefer 3 days to 1 week notice). You communicate with me in full sentences. You have thought about what you’d like to get out of your experience with me. You do not send me copy and pasted inquiries (these do not get responses). You are respectful of my boundaries, my desires and my interests and are not stuck to an idea of a fantasy or role play that doesn’t allow for breathing room and the exploration of true D/s dynamics. I enjoy someone who is eager to be trained. I enjoy playing with individuals who are curious or have already started on a path of of personal self exploration and growth. I enjoy playing with both individuals who know how to articulate what they want and those who are interested in exploring and examining their sexualities.

You send me a deposit as instructed without hesitation. All of the ways that you communicate with me provide me with information as to how you will be as a submissive. I realize sending money online can be scary, but it denotes respect of my time and there are plenty of ways to anonymously send a deposit. Your access to me shouldn’t be easy. My time is a rare and valuable resource that requires respect, my time needs to be convinced to be secured.

You confirm your session with me as per your instructions. You show up on time, freshly showered and unadorned with any scents (unscented deodorant is fine). I want to be able to smell your fear and adorn you with scents and oils of my choosing if I desire. You render your tribute to me how I direct, in a white envelope placed tenderly on my entrance table with gratitude. Perhaps you have brought me a gift as well, thoughtfully selected as per my likings.

I will ask you if there is anything I need to know about your body and your mind. You will answer me. You will be asked a lot of questions and you will give me the information I desire so that I can toy with your body and your mind. I will tell you to remove your clothing. I will tell you to kneel. We have already begun.

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.

As a photographer and a narcissist, I have always been interested in My image. I am typically uninterested in how others view Me, unless I admire their artistic proclivities. Self-portraiture is one of My favorite forms of artistic expression (and foreplay/self-love). The other day I arrived early to My dungeon as Magic Hour was approaching. I caught My reflection in the mirror and was struck with how perfectly the light was caressing Me and My perfect feet. Luckily, I had My camera with Me.


Cultivating a Devotional Yoga Practice.

The most frequent e-mail I get is requesting more information on kinky yoga. Whether it be developing a crush on their bare-foot teacher, focusing their drishti on a particular yoga bum or noticing similarities between sub-space and their yoga practice, it seems that every man who has been to a yoga class has picked up on it’s pervertable potential.

I’ve been incorporating elements of yoga into My slave training since I first got involved in the scene. But it is an exciting thing when I get to incorporate slave training into a slave’s regular yoga practice or help people explore their kinks through a different and potentially unknown modality. I like My slaves to be cognizant of what they do to their bodies and what they put in them, because if they are offering Me their body, it better be cared for. To offer Me an uncared for vessel is an insult.

Practicing yoga, much like submitting to a skilled Domina, can be remarkably therapeutic and cathartic and can have countless benefits. For many, yoga is a deeply spiritual practice based in ideas of devotion and surrender. So, it is only natural that when setting an intention for your practice, it should be to serve Me.

My kinky yoga sessions are held in My private play space in the LES or in a private yoga studio in Midtown. Send Me an e-mail to to start on the path of creating a devotional yoga practice.


Things I love:

-Bramacharya (chastity / orgasm control) Yoga

-Cross Dressing Yoga

-Foot Fetish Yoga

-Public Yoga

-Slave Training Yoga

-Stress Posture Yoga and Forced Fitness

Narcissist / Succubus / Muse

I am a Narcissist. Whether it be inspiring submission from slaves 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 devastating effect over others in the form of tears, blood, money or imagery.

In the next few months, I have plans to collaborate with some of my favorite artists, I am sure that you can’t wait to see more.

It’s My birthday. You’ll cry if I want you to.

“Happy birthday, Mistress Blunt! Thank you for helping me check a few things off of my bucket list (#2 & #17) and for filling my ears with custard and my eyes with tears.” <3 Margot.

“2. Bake a cake, frost it, then get fucked with my face in it.

17. Do sexy domestic things in a gag and lucite stripper heels. Be severely punished for my shallow domestic aptitude.”

For My birthday, I decided to help Miss Margot cross a few things off her bucket list. I’m such a giver.

Humiliation isn’t always My favorite thing, but when someone is as terrible at something as Margot is at baking, humiliation comes naturally. Margot told me that she would throw Me a birthday party and make Me gluten-free cakes. Knowing that she couldn’t make a cake to save her life, let alone one that was gluten-free, she attempted to make me a lemon merengue pie. What she created was something that was closer to ‘gak‘, and that is being generous.

I asked Margot how she expected Me to fuck her with her face in a cake if she couldn’t even BAKE me a cake? How was I supposed to help her cross things off of her bucket list? Didn’t Margot know that people who can’t even bake cakes don’t deserve to get fucked with their faces in one? Margot was ruining my birthday! Luckily, I had a box of 100 needles in my purse. I informed Margot that since she can’t bake, she will be getting penetrated over and over again by My little silver needles instead of My cock.

RichBNYC came over to save the day and brought Me a beautiful StrawBerry Pie. We made sure that Margot finished all of it as a first hand lesson in baking. Here is Rich’s written recipe for Margot’s Failure Lemon Meringue Torte.

Failure Lemon Meringue Torte

Lemon Curd

-2 large eggs

-Plus 2 egg yolks

-1 Cup sugar

-½ Cup lemon juice

-Grated rind of 2 lemons

-8 oz. butter, sliced thinly


Place all the above ingredients in the bowl of a double boiler, in which the water is simmering.  Stir constantly until thickened.  Cool & refrigerate in a covered container.  Best if made 3-4 days ahead and doused with tears.

Meringue Shell

-6 large egg whites, room temperature

-2 tsp. plain vinegar

-¼ tsp. Salt

-1 tsp. Vanilla

-1 ½ Cups sugar


Preheat oven to 250°.

Whip all ingredients (except sugar) in mixer until soft peaks form.

You are supposed to very slowly add the 1 ½ Cups sugar until stiff peaks form, but in this case, get impatient and add all the sugar at once, ruining the recipe and making “fail meringue.”

Cover a cookie sheet with parchment paper.  Mound the fail meringue into a solid 10-inch circle, or rather let it pool into an egg concoction at the bottom of a pan.

Bake at 250° for 1 hour.  Shut off oven & leave the fail meringue in the oven for 1 more hour.  Remove from oven & cool. Cry.

To assemble the torte:

Place the fail meringue circle on a serving platter. Hang your head in shame with a Tupperware of lemon curd as you are ridiculed for making fail meringue. Decorate with fresh fruit or your own blood, cry, and eat.

* The meringue will be more of an egg custard doused in tears, but the curd will taste delicious!