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Tuesday, March 24, 2015

When did you first want to be a dominatrix?

The first memory I have of this nature was when I was about 6 or 7, I went to a circus type show. After the show we were allowed to take pictures with the lion tamer Lady. She had fishnet stockings and high heels, and was very powerful.  I could not take my eyes off her and was enthralled.  I started drawing sexy legs and fishnets and corsets all the time.  The feelings were not sexual, this was a pre-sexual proclivity, like a lot of people's early experiences.
Legs + Hosiery + Heels = can't get enough of them.
Then I had a boyfriend when I was about 15, and we explored a lot of BDSM together, though we didn't know what it was called.  Although I had largely identified as a top before this is where I really did the most to figure out what it was about and how deep we could go.  We actually did nothing "sexual" and most of the time spent hours enthralled in pure power exchange and sensory play.  We loved chains, knives, and bloodplay at the time.  Blame it on goth culture or Anne Rice.
On My 18th birthday I went with friends to the only store around that sold porn and bought a bunch of magazines!  My friends seemed to like Hustler and Club confidential.  I picked up packs of fetish magazines featuring dominant ladies.  One I remember specifically had a Domme in fully fashioned stockings with a slave at her feet, and She was teasing him.  Of course I had no idea how anyone would go about getting into this business.  I did however, go out to Home Depot and buy a mess of chains, ropes, and other things that I found exciting.  That year I self published my first collection of erotic fetish art.  My friends bought all of the only 20 copies I made- 20$ a piece.  They were printed at kinkos and hand-bound in black rubber I found at Home Depot!
I continued to buy fetish art I loved, and make my own for My own pleasure. This is what I mean when I talk about how the art is what brought Me here... of course the fine line is between art and porn, and I don't really care what the judgement is.  It will always be enthralling to Me.
About 7 years ago I met a male Dom, and begged him constantly to take Me under his wing in the art of BDSM.  He refused.  Now being a Domme Myself I don't blame him... many people don't take this seriously and he had to find out how committed I was.
After a long time of proving Myself in various ways He committed to teaching Me what He knew. After building three different dungeons and a great deal of continuing education here we are.