I fantasize about slow control… not chaos. I want you to feel the tension, the waiting, the need to prove you're worthy. Maybe I tie you up with my words alone. Maybe I make you beg for attention while I ignore you in fishnets and heels. Or maybe I whispe
I’m the kind of domme who doesn’t need a costume to be in control. My power is in my voice, my words, my stare—the way I make you feel exposed even when I’m in my pajamas. I’m playful, intuitive, and just the right amount of cruel. You’ll feel safe, seen… and still completely at my mercy. I'm not here to pretend—I'm here to make you crave every second of my attention.