Dominant

London Dominatrix

You will arrive finely dressed, head held high. You will depart dishevelled, weak at the knees, with your appetite satisfied.

You’re nervous. You accidentally lay your eyes on mine. I don’t look away. I’m aware of the power my gaze holds, I use it. You can see my elegant figure, smell my alluring scent and hear my words whispered into your ear. Watch as I drift around you, your gaze fixed to my swaying hips. You’re locked in. My presence roots you to the ground. The teasing, the discomfort, the pleasure. I lift your head up, you feel something you haven’t felt for a while …

I love to play with power dynamics. I like sensual domestic settings, although a dungeon is always appealing. I enjoy delighting the senses with tie and tease and sensation play. As gentle as I may seem I have a sadistic streak, satisfied with a few strokes of the cane. I love the feeling of a man being taken by me, worshipping me while I use him and drain him of all his energy. Then afterwards, holding him in my arms as I bring him back to existence.

Tell me, what leaves you clawing at the sheets?