My back story
When I was five, I’d punish My barbie dolls by forcing their heads inside of My um… something five-year-olds shouldn’t be putting barbies in. I did it because they pissed Me off and had to be taught a lesson.
In middle school, I’d stare at images of leather clad fetish models, secretly putting them up on the insides of My locker.
In high school, I was quite the exhibitionist and exclusively wore thongs, and everyone knew.
In college, eighteen, alone in a city fueled by S&M (aka San Francisco), and still discovering My own sexuality, I began acquiring a skeleton closet full of lovers who left Me bored and unimpressed. It just didn’t do it for Me, the vanilla stuff that is. I’d lie awake in bed fantasizing over images of people strung up by their hands and beaten into submission. I didn’t know what the word was for it at the time, but I knew I wanted it.
Whilst in college I picked up a kinky little side gig, I would pose as a nude model for a variety of artists, photographers, and creatives looking to mold something beautiful. I loved it! The exhibitionism, the freedom, the lustful eyes. Images of Me have hung in some of the most illustrious galleries in San Francisco, but it wasn’t enough.
By chance, a plastic fruit collector, a friend’s boyfriend, and after stumbling down the rabbit hole, I met a woman named Destroy. She told me about this deviant little underworld I had always dreamed about. I never looked back….
One of My first photoshoots (at age 18)
I was classically trained (which is an old BDSM way of saying that I shadowed and studied under a Professional Dominatrix, the same way a carpenter would have an apprentice). I spent about 6 months in a dungeon where I had quickly found out that I didn’t seem to belong. I learned what a Dominatrix was, but I didn’t learn how to embody it. The taste was in My mouth, the deviant little seed beginning to root into My heart.
So, I took off in search of what I felt I had to explore. Later in Los Angeles, I came across some wonderful kinksters who introduced me to My first real mentor, Simone Justice. I’ve since studied with several infamous women, and to this day continue to do so, constantly refining My practice of BDSM (Bondage, Discipline, Sado, Masochism). In the following years, I began to pursue BDSM in a very personal way. I took on domestic slaves and have had long term relationships within the D/s (Dominant and submissive) power exchange dynamic. As I continued on, a more prevalent theme came to light for Me.
Shot by @coquineimages May 2020
I was drawn so deeply into BDSM not so much for the whips and chains, but for the feeling, the vulnerability, the passion encased within our pain. The fragile invisible scars my submissives would bear to Me and Me alone. This was sacred. This was beautiful.
This was something that I began to recognize had a real purpose for Me. One I knew no outsider would ever understand, but who cared what they thought anyway?!
In My dark little dungeon, there are only two people that exist you, and I. In a way, the Dungeon to Me is like a boudoir, lust in the air like perfume. This practice required an act of constant self-mastery and an empathetic heart. I still make art, but now, artists seek Me out for the creative demoness I am, and images of My prowess fill galleries all over the world. Women study with Me to discover their own feminine power. Slaves apply from every corner of the globe to surrender at My feet. I am unapologetically, authentically Myself, and I couldn’t be happier.
