About the Lady...
Don’t be fooled by my old-fashioned elegance.
Though I sound like a Victorian governess with a taste for wickedness, my clipped, aristocratic English tongue is at its best when spouting streams of shocking filth and obscenities. I may appear poised like Botticelli’s Venus upon a seashell, with my pearlescent complexion marbled with blue blood and a flame-coloured mane tumbling in wild Pre-Raphaelite curls—but I am the living ideal of a redhead: sharp-witted, strong-willed, and simmering with sensuality.
Petite and curvaceous, yes—but my presence fills any room I walk into. My dominance begins in the mind—natural, instant, and undeniable—and any man who dares cross me will be singed by the flame of my sharp, sarcastic wit. I can be as cold as a Mother Superior, then melt into a Rita Hayworth smirk. My green eyes pierce straight into your soul, seeing every cheap thing you’ve ever done.
When you enter the Lady’s world, every look and movement is deliberate. Whether as the strict Governess with a gleam in her eye, the indulgent yet demanding Mummy, the cool precision of a Nurse, the otherworldly seduction of a Witch, or the awe-inspiring power of a living Goddess—I fall with you into a world of pure imagination, creativity, and play, drawing you into a place you will never want to leave. I am your sculptress; you are My clay—shaped by discipline, moulded by desire, carved down to your most obedient form.
...and the Vixen
Meet The Vixen, and you’ll see my other side—feral, untamed. You might leave with scratches, a scent you can’t wash off, and a head full of scenes you’ll replay for weeks.
I have known, deep down since that first surge of heat between my legs—when, at 19, I struck my first boyfriend with a string of my pearls—that I am a true sadist. In almost a decade in the lifestyle, I have learned that your pain, whether emotional or physical, brings me to ecstasy. Whether it’s the heat rising from your skin after a lash of my belt, or the sting of humiliation in your eyes when I whisper those three perfect words—I will savour it.
Scared? Don’t be, pet. I am not immune to softer pleasures. There are many ways to please me. An order graciously obeyed brings me a serenity I have found nowhere else. My favourite ways to be served and adored: serve me tea, scrub my floors, worship my feet, launder my delicates… and perhaps, if you are clever, you will find other ways to delight me.
Restraint
Rope Bondage
Over-the-Knee Spanking
Domestic Discipline
Schoolroom Scenes
Foot & High Heel Worship
Petplay
Maid Service
High-Concept Roleplay
Sissification & Dollification
Verbal Humiliation & Degradation
Heavy Impact Play
Trampling
Pegging
Double Domination
Watersports
I DO NOT partake in:
Sex
Kissing
Oral (giving or receving)
Hard Sports
Wrestling
Intimate body worship
Ready to surrender?
