Recently, I had the pleasure of being interviewed by Katharina Hoch for Stern.de about my work as a professional mistress.
I very much appreciate journalists who see what I do as important work, so I was delighted to be interviewed by her.
If you browse Katharina’s archive, you’ll find articles on different aspects of sex work that show a side beyond the stereotypes, which is something I deeply value.
In our interview, we talked about what it really takes to work as a professional dominatrix, and I shared a few spicy highlights from sessions that stand out from my 11 years in this work.
It had been a few years since my last visit to Studio Elegance in Munich, so I was happy to return this year. This time, I stayed in the Red Apartment, which is versatile and well equipped for sessions. It has a slave chair, a pulley system, a large bed for fixation, a big mirror, the Boomer, and a Style Fetish spanking bench. This was the piece I used most during this visit.
Here are some highlights from each day of my tour to Munich:
Day 1 The highlight of the first day was a classic foot fetish and light trampling session. It’s not something I get requests for often, and I especially enjoy it for the physical closeness. Holding my stockinged feet in someone’s face, having them slowly removed, the sensation of skin contact, and the controlled pressure of trampling all create a very intimate dynamic. I love sessions like this, without toys and focused purely on the body.
Day 2 Someone I had seen in February for two very fun Boss/assistant role play sessions booked a longer session during this trip. I was the head of a company looking for someone who could meet my slightly unconventional needs during office hours and late evenings. My requirements were simple: massage my feet, bring me coffee, and stay erect at all times so I had a place to hang my blazer!
I put him through a series of tests to see if he could manage all of this while naked and aroused. His enthusiasm and eagerness to be corrected with light punishment and guidance were notable, so he has already been invited back for a fourth interview round.
Johanna Weber and Zoe Sabot were at Elegance at the same time as I was. They are two of my favorite colleagues from Berlin, and I have shared many sessions with them over the years. Zoe Sabot was next door in the Gold Apartment, and Johanna Weber was upstairs in the Silver Apartment. We met in the evening and shared a bottle of wine while talking late into the night.
Day 3 A regular guest of mine, who I usually see in Berlin, came to visit me in Munich. This was a delightful surprise, as it was quite a journey for him to reach the studio. We usually meet for long sessions, but this time we joked that it was a “quickie”, just two hours.
We have a lovely “play chemistry”. Our sessions are often a mix of sensory deprivation, impact play intermingled with soft touch and tight fixation. Because we know each other well, there is a level of trust that allows the session to develop intuitively. Sometimes I start with a plan, but then leave it behind and follow the dynamic as it evolves. This was one of those moments.
At one point, I positioned him on the Style Fetish spanking bench and set my whips aside. I used the conveniently placed opening at the front for edging with one hand, then shifted into spanking with the other as he reached the height of his pleasure. I repeated this rhythm, building arousal, then interrupting it by spanking him at the peak again and again and again. Access to both the front and back of the body allowed me to switch fluidly between pain and pleasure. It was a way of using the spanking bench that I hadn’t explored to this extent before, and I always enjoy finding different approaches with familiar BDSM equipment.
Another highlight that day was an evening role play session. A guest I had been in contact with for some time reached out again, and our schedules finally aligned. The scenario involved strict correction between Aunt and nephew. I found him attempting to tie himself up with my ropes. He was doing it incorrectly, so of course, I had to take control of the situation and show him the proper way. As usual, he became defiant, clearly trying to provoke his Auntie. Naughty boys need to be punished, so I tied him very tightly from head to foot on the bed and whipped him, which seemed to excite him even more. I eventually gagged him and taught him a bit about “the birds and the bees”. That’s the only way that young men learn!
It was a great way to end my three day tour to Munich. I left for Berlin the next morning already excited to return in June.
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A hands-on BDSM workshop experience in the scenic foothills of Mount Etna
One of my passion projects is teaching workshops that empower women to come into their dominance. I love to show budding dommes creative and embodied ways to enjoy BDSM play and find their own personal style.
Last summer I was invited to a private retreat in Sicily that was a combination of chill hangout and BDSM workshops. There was also an open play space, and absolutely amazing Italian food. As an invited guest, I had carte blanche to teach any kind of workshop that I wanted. In situations like this, I intentionally do not plan my workshops in advance, but rather wait to see what the group dynamic is like and what common interests participants have, then tailor a workshop to those elements.
Chatting with one of the festival goers over brunch, he mentioned how much he loved ballbusting and suggested we do a workshop together. I know him privately from the Berlin BDSM scene and was delighted by his proposal because there is hardly anything that turns me on more than standing over a man in the fetal position after having just kicked him in the balls.
Ballbusting is one of my favorite things to do and I don’t get as many requests as I would like to. I think lot of people are afraid that it will be too hard and intense. So I was excited by the prospect of deconstructing techniques on how to do it, safety concerns and showing the group that ballbusting does not necessarily have to be extreme.
My workshop partner and I brainstormed for a while and planned the workshop for the late afternoon. We started by explaining what we liked about ballbusting. He began by talking about how he loves being at the mercy of a powerful woman and explained how the feeling of ballbusting spreads throughout the whole body. I followed by talking about how much I love that a man can be brought down with a mere kick of my foot. I enjoy playing with the fear of not knowing when the next kick will come and seeing the shudders that run up and down the spine from the anticipation. And when my foot meets skin with that satisfying slap, it gives me a blast of energy akin to drinking a double espresso!
We separated the men and women into two groups and faced them toward each other in two lines. Now picture this – 10 naked men standing in a line with their legs spread. A chair in front of each of them with one or two women on it (the demand to ballbust was higher than the desire to be ballbusted, so we had to double up in some cases!). Behind the group was an enormous window that looked out onto a beautifully tiled swimming pool, beyond that, an idyllic olive grove, and in the distance the sparkling Ionian sea. There are moments when I am leading a group in a workshop or at a play party that the sheer beauty happening in front of my eyes is enough to take my breath away for a moment. This was definitely one of those moments!
It turns out that many of the participants in the room had never taken the time to observe the balls and scrotum, so we began with what I called “Ball mapping”.
The participants were instructed to spend a few minutes investigating the balls: Are they tight and clinging to the body or “low hanging fruit”? Is the skin stretchy or taut? How much do the balls weigh when you take them in the palm of your hand. Now make a ring with your fingers and hold it tightly around the scrotum and stretch the skin over the balls.
Once they had played with one pair of balls, they moved down to the next pair. That way, they had really touched and played with a nice selection of different kinds.
(Here I won’t go into the details of hygiene, consent in a group, and how to check in with your partner. But I assure you, it was thoroughly discussed and implemented.)
From the mapping, we moved into sensation play and I encouraged the women to experiment with touching, stretching, and trying out different kinds of sensory play with the balls. Tapping on them with the fingertips, lightly scratching them with the fingernails.
We progressed to slapping, pounding and punching with the palm of the hand, then the fist. Everyone checked in with their workshop partner by directly asking them if the intensity was okay or if more was desired. Some communicated with non-verbal gestures and measured the intensity through observing facial expressions and listening to the breath. This sensory and impact mapping was a first for many of the women and men in the room.
Before kicking, it is important to make sure that one feels stable and confident in their stance and know exactly which part of my foot lands where, so for the last step I demonstrated how to gauge the distance between me and my partner’s balls. A kick with the front of the foot feels very different from a kick that lands with the top of the foot on the perineum.
Once all of the elements of ballbusting had been practiced, we got to the exciting part. I showed how to increase intensity. My workshop partner got on all fours with his back to me and I started ballbusting him slowly and built up the strength of the impact. Toward the end of the demonstration, I showed some very hard kicks, highlighting how there is an amazing sound when one’s foot hits the balls and perineum in the perfect spot. There is a sting on the top of the foot, and it is incredibly satisfying. (If you know, you know!)
I also played with timing and intentionally waiting for the next kick. I could see the way that the suspense of not knowing when the next kick would come affected his breathing and changed the tension in his body. It’s amazing how much of a mindfuck just playing with time can be, it’s sometimes more powerful that the kick itself.
After enjoying my sadistic high, we spoke about recovery time between kicks then my workshop partner and I showed an alternative position which was very romantic. Two people face each other in a kind of a half embrace, then the woman knees the man in the balls. We told the group that it was a good alternative to a kiss and suggested they try it with their partners on their next anniversary or on Valentine’s day.
In the end, all of the women thanked the men who offered us our balls. I think this is one of the most important parts of a workshop, thanking those who let us exercise our feminine power. Who make themselves and their bodies available to us and trust us as we experiment and gain confidence in what we do. It is beautiful to have men like this around.
I consider myself a sensual dominatrix, but don’t let that fool you into thinking I can’t deliver a proper old-school caning when the moment calls for it!
I’ve always had a soft spot for the role of the strict teacher, and much of my work explores classic disciplinary dynamics. I love correcting well-meaning but sometimes unruly students with my cane, though I’m far from the stereotypically cold dominatrix. I believe pain and discipline become far more effective when paired with touch. This blend of sensuality and strictness is something I share with Kat Rix, so we were delighted when one of our regular guests requested a double caning session with the two of us.
Our student arrived exactly at noon. Kat Rix and I smiled. Punctuality is always a good sign.
Lena was a little nervous as she handed over the recommendation letter from the head schoolmistress, Frau Dr. Nylon. According to the letter, she was to receive 100-150 cane strokes. The exact number was left to our discretion. Her punishment was related to a past entanglement with the headmistress and it noted a personal detail we’d need to keep in mind: our naughty little schoolgirl was a foot fetishist! We glanced at her while reading this part of the letter and noticed a mischievous grin on her face.
So naturally, Kat Rix and I set the starting point at 150 cane strokes, with the possibility of more for any points lost for presentation.
Uniform Inspection
Lady Vyra documented the inspection while Kat Rix watched our student present herself and change into her uniform.
It didn’t take long for us to find issues.
Everyday clothes too suggestive: – 2 points
Bright pink socks instead of regulation white: – 5 points
Uniform not ironed: – 10 points
The points were adding up and the bead of sweat that slowly ran down Lena’s face made it clear she was starting to understand what this meant.
The Essay
Then she read us the essay we had assigned her as homework a few weeks earlier:
“Discipline as a Form of Care.”
She read with a clear voice and with proper diction, and we could tell that she had put a lot of thought into her essay. Unfortunately, she forgot to read the title and lost 10 points. She also failed to maintain proper posture while reading, losing 8 more points.
By the time the inspection and her essay were complete, the total number of cane strokes had risen to 200 strokes.
Our schoolgirl was well-meaning, but in need of strict correction.
The Canes
We fixed her to the spanking bench in RUSTI and showed her the four canes we had arranged on the bed according to their severity. Her eyes widened when she learned that she was going to receive fifty strokes per cane, delivered alternately by Kat Rix and Lady Vyra.
We began with a warm-up, using our hands and floggers to get the blood flowing. Despite our strict adherence to school policy, we are warm-hearted. Only once she was ready did the caning begin.
Round 1:
Kat Rix began with the lightest cane, which was ideal for the beginning. After the first 50 strokes, we checked the red stripes that began to show on her buttocks and planned for the next round. We enjoy vibrant red stripes with symmetrical welt placement.
Round 2:
Lady Vyra used a slightly heavier cane. It landed with the right weight and tone, and with each stroke it reinforced how seriously we take proper uniform presentation and posture while reading.
Round 3:
For this round, Kat Rix used a longer bamboo cane. It was sharper and more demanding than the first two, evidenced by Lena’s soft cries. Despite starting to squirm and moan, our student held herself together well.
Round 4:
Lady Vyra picked up the latex cane and showed it to Lena, who let out a little gasp. This cane was hard and unforgiving, and she knew what was coming to her.
She started strong, concentrating and breathing steadily through the first 30 strokes. Very admirable, but her composure started to noticeably falter and she started to quiver due to the pain. This was not surprising, given she had taken so many cane strokes up until now.
Lady Vyra paused and placed a grounding hand on her back while Lena repeated the mantra “I deserve 20 more strokes and I will take them proudly.”
Her voice was shaky at first, but we are patient. Only when she could speak the words with real conviction did we continue.
As the last stroke of the cane landed on her buttocks, the tears began to flow and we held her as she wept. We welcome tears when we administer our firm, but loving discipline. It was a sign of her full surrender to us and a prerequisite for graduation.
Aftercare & Graduation
We soothed her gently and she was allowed to remove our stockings and kiss her teachers’ feet. This is where our methods reveal a softer side: the quiet, intimate reward that balances our strictness. Lena was fully absorbed in the ecstasy of massaging and kissing our feet.
We were pleased with our newest graduate and as we presented her with a diploma signed by both of us and documenting the full 200 strokes, her face lit up with a smile, her rosy cheeks glowing almost as brightly as her freshly caned bottom.
Old school caning session during a strict disciplinary role play with Lady Vyra and Kat Rix.
Whenever I meet Inanna Justice, I always think: how can someone be so f*cking cool?!
We first met at a BDSM festival in Paris and later reconnected during the creation of her book Heart of the Dominatrix, which showcases 21 dominatrices from around the world. In 2024, I attended her Femdom France event. So it feels especially meaningful to be featured in the documentary Heart of the Dominatrix, which explores Inanna’s work and her philosophy of kink.
The documentary follows her through travels, sessions, workshops, film festivals, and events like Femdom France, along with the quieter private moments in between. Across all of these settings, she speaks about BDSM with a clarity that is both grounded and generous.
I appear in chapter two, in a conversation we filmed while she was in Berlin for the SxTech Festival. I especially appreciated how the film gives brief but intimate glimpses into her sessions, highlighting her use of touch, a way of playing that resonates with me deeply. And there’s a great workshop segment where our mutual friend Madame Lule makes an appearance. The scenes in the workshop are very hot!
The film also shows the amount of work Inanna does beyond her role as a dominatrix. She’s a filmmaker and event producer, and the documentary offers a look into the realities of creating erotic and BDSM-related work, along with the navigation required to deal with the discrimination and logistical constraints that come with it.
A few scenes left particularly strong impressions on me. The tea service scene is aesthetic and captures the sensuality and vulnerability embedded in service. Another highlight is Midori’s definition of kink, which is beautifully articulated. And the final play party sequence, filled with strong women using men’s bodies for their pleasure, is my version of an ideal world. A kinky matriarchy.
A structured program for male submission and behavioral training
Let’s be honest. The old saying “why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free” may be outdated, but the behavior it describes is not. Too many men grow comfortable once they believe they are secure. Standards slip, personal grooming declines and effort in the bedroom becomes optional. They settle into the bare minimum.
One afternoon with the two of us is enough to return a husband or partner who is cleaner, more attentive, and acutely aware of his responsibilities. We send your man back to you, re-motivated and properly trained.
At the Obedient Husband Academy, we offer a series of targeted training modules designed to correct specific deficiencies. Each module is adaptable in scope and intensity according to the individual’s needs, limits, and areas requiring correction. Modules may be booked individually or combined into an intensive two-day boot camp covering the full curriculum.
Completion of each module is formally acknowledged. Graduates receive a diploma, followed by a ceremonial graduation marking their return to usefulness.
The Modules
Module I: Personal Hygiene & Presentation This module establishes a strict reset of grooming standards through enforced maintenance, aesthetic discipline, feminization exercises, high-heel training, forced waxing, corrective service work, and maid service to us and our colleagues. The precise focus is adjusted based on the individual’s presentation, habits, and deficits.
Module II: Domestic Competence Here, attention shifts to cleaning drills, spatial awareness, task obedience, and the eradication of selective blindness. Training is customized to address the specific domestic weaknesses of the individual until cleanliness becomes instinct and is no longer open to negotiation.
Module III: Sexual Re-Education The focus of this module is performance correction, stamina conditioning, attentiveness training, and the unlearning of lazy, self-centered habits. Exercises and expectations are calibrated to the individual’s experience level and performance issues.
Module IV: Communication & Accountability This module addresses how to listen, respond, and speak with clarity. Corrective exercises and controlled public humiliation are applied as needed to reinforce behavioral change and personal accountability.
Module V: Usefulness & Service This stage trains the body to serve a purpose through obedience, endurance, and the surrender of ego via advanced service practices such as blowjob training or serving as a human toilet for us and our colleagues. The structure of service is tailored to the individual’s capacity, resistance, and required correction.
Module VI: Earned Punishment The final module introduces consequences, structure, and reinforcement. Punishment is administered proportionally and deliberately, based on behavior, progress, and the individual’s demonstrated need for discipline.
I was invited to a private BDSM party at a villa in Biel as a special guest. I arrived a few days early and used this time for a mini vacation. I visited a nearby bison ranch, took a walk along the Bielersee, and hiked up to Magglingen through the enchanting fog. At the top, with my coffee in hand, I enjoyed a breathtaking view of the Alps rising above a sea of clouds. Totally magical.
Some of the others had arrived early as well, among them Jay Stark and Sir Chris from Refugium Divine. It was great to hear their stories about taking over a BDSM studio. They also had a beautiful single tail whip made by someone named Ron, a somewhat mysterious whipmaker who has no website, that I immediately fell in love with. I have already written to him about buying one and taking a private lesson.
The day of the party arrived and began with a bondage performance, and once that was finished a DJ played beats while people dressed in latex, PVC, or lingerie danced, played, and fucked all around me. As guest dominatrix, people could book mini sessions with me over the course of the evening. I presented the first person to different people at the party, who in turn could use him as they wanted, I gave another person a hard spanking. Later I played with a couple who had never had a third in their constellation, then a forced orgasm scene. And toward the end of the night, a man received an electro session on the dance floor from another woman and I. It was so much fun!
The next morning, about twenty of us who had stayed overnight at the villa gathered for brunch and shared our favorite moments from the night before,. BDSM is a big part of my personal life and meeting kinksters from different places reminds me of the sense of community that I have when we come together.
Part 2 — Zürich and My Sessions
From there I went to Zürich on Monday and was happy to return to Van Cane Studios. This was my fourth tour to Zürich and to the studio, and I return every two months. I think it is the most beautiful studio I have ever toured to. Everything is so elegant and has a powerful feminine touch.
While exploring the space, I found a unique metal toy on one of the shelves, something between a cock cage and a cock ring with internal spikes that dig in tighter as you turn the screw on top. It was made by one of the studio subs and was unlike anything I have ever seen, so of course I ordered one immediately. I love bespoke BDSM toys!
Here are some highlights from each day of my tour to Zürich:
Day 1 A guest booked a whipping and e-stim session on eye level. I love sessions that center the physical experience or bring the physical sensations to the forefront. In my opinion BDSM can be so many things, and days like this remind me of its very broad range. As I was packing before coming here, I had hesitated to bring my whip collection since I barely used it last time, and I was very glad that I packed them in my suitcase at the last minute.
Day 2 I had just finished cleaning after a session when I met Princess Zuleika in the kitchen as she was getting ready for hers. We talked about how we approach our work and discovered that we see BDSM and sex work in many similar ways. Meeting like minded colleagues is one of the things I love about touring. She went into her session and came out about ten minutes later. Her guest had been a bit bratty and she wanted some support while caning him. I was more than happy to join. When I entered the room he was blindfolded and could only hear the click of my heels. She explained what he had done wrong and we warmed up his butt cheeks together, and then I gave him ten hard strokes with the cane as he counted. It was a brief duo session, but I could instantly feel how well our playing styles harmonized.
Day 3
This was my third meeting with him, and we were in the dungeon this time. As soon as he arrived I secured him to the Style Fetish bench. It is wide and stable and ideal for cuffing to the side rings and securing the body with the central belt. With the mirror positioned above him he had a full view of everything I did to him.
I told him he would be leaving completely dry today. I prepared the Venus 2000, chose the cylinder that fit him best, and took my time with the first round. He had a big, powerful release. I gave him a moment to breathe and inspected the harvest. It was a substantial portion, which reminded me that I had let him off too lightly last time, something that was not the plan for today.
After about a minute I began round two. He moaned and shifted as much as the belts allowed, so I climbed up on the bench and sat on his face to keep him still. I gave him clear instructions while the machine worked. When the climax came, I checked the tube, and there were still a few drops left inside. Not acceptable. I wanted the tube completely dry.
After a short pause, I started round three. At the end of that round there were one or two drops left. Still not dry enough. Round four followed, which produced a single drop. I decided one more round would be enough for today…
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It was going to be a very special session. Four women in matching black PVC outfits and boots give one man their caviar, one after the other.
Christopher from Texas had sent us the outfits a month in advance, and to tease him a little before the session, we did a photo shoot the moment the pieces arrived.
Johanna Weber wrote about the preparation in the Atrium blog.
The day of the session came and, of course, life happened. Due to an emergency, Christopher couldn’t make it.
Instead of being all dressed up with nowhere to go, we decided to create a custom video for him in the separee at Atrium.
Once we put on the outfits, we looked like a team of superheroines. Think Catwoman, if she somehow looked even kinkier.
We turned on the camera, opened a bottle of champagne, and told him that even if he wasn’t with us physically, he was very much with us in spirit.
I showed him the toilet chair from StyleFetish and pointed to the latex sack, explaining exactly where his head would be if he were there. I told him he would see, in exquisite detail, everything he would have experienced with us.
We took turns sitting down slowly, spreading our legs for the camera, filming everything up close and personal so that Christopher could see how I, Pantera Ferrari, Lana van Orten, and Johanna Weber would punish him with our caviar.
Afterwards we sat in the break room and watched the video together. It really is impressive that four women can time their bodies so precisely. With all of us dressed the same and the lighting in the separee, the result looked incredible.
To finish, we toasted to Christopher, who can now enjoy a taste of what a session with us would have been like, again and again, with the video. It was the first custom video I have ever made and it was so much fun!
In our preliminary talk, I learned that he had booked a few tantra massages and really loved it. He found my profile on a tantra massage website and told me that he was drawn to the part in my profile text where I describe how I wrap myself around the body like a snake. That image was what led him to book a session with me.
He was more interested in exploring BDSM than receiving a massage, but without prior experience he couldn’t yet articulate what he was seeking. Based on what drew him to contact me, I already had an idea of the kind of sensory journey that might suit him, but I needed a little more orientation. Before a tantra massage, I always ask the person to name three words or qualities they would like to experience. I asked him the same.
Held. Ecstatic. Sensual.
Those words gave me a clear sense of what he was looking for, even if he didn’t yet have the language for it.
I picked him up when he was done showering and put a blindfold on him right away. This is something I like to do with beginners. Having one’s sight taken away can help someone sense more deeply into themselves. Based on how someone responds to my touch, I am able to gauge whether they feel enough trust to surrender, whether they are able to give up control, and whether they follow my hands as I guide them.
I led him into the Dungeon at Van Cane Studios, tied his arms with rope and bent him forward over the spanking bench.
I decided to weave elements of tantra into the beginning of this session. One thing I absolutely love about the AnandaWave method is that a central feature of their massage is that the whole body is touched. I drew my fingertips down his torso and legs, then back up again. I used my floggers much like I would usually spread oil, drawing them in long strokes along the Yin/Yang lines before increasing the impact. I noticed his breath and physical responses, adjusting the strength of the strokes according to his reactions.
Still wearing the blindfold, I fixed him in the Boomer and followed with quite challenging nipple play, making sure that the entire body was integrated throughout. I guided him through an ecstatic prostate experience (his first), and ended with a lingam-focused massage.
This session did not look different from a typical BDSM experience: bondage, whipping, nipple clamps, BDSM furniture, etc., but what felt specifically tantric about it was the way that I incorporated certain elements into it: touching the whole body, working with the intention of the receiver expanding their physical awareness and integrating the breath.
Afterwards, he told me that it was a beautifully intense session and a wonderful first experience for a beginner. I reflected on how tantra often functions as a gateway into exploring BDSM. For some, its framing as a conscious bodywork practice provides the sense of security a beginner may need before approaching more BDSM practices. But the “conscious touch” I used in our encounter is something that many people who practice BDSM are already doing. Given the considerably more stigmatized view the general public holds of BDSM, it’s understandable that beginners may assume it will be too hard for them. But BDSM exists along a broad spectrum, and having been in countless situations with colleagues, I see how skilled they are at reading bodily reactions and adjusting the strokes, timing, and pressure accordingly.
Whether or not they name it explicitly, many BDSM providers possess a profound intuition and empathy through long-term, hands-on practice.
When the esoteric and spiritual elements often present in tantra circles are stripped away, I’m not sure that BDSM and tantra are actually so different. I often have the impression that, although the particular techniques vary, the way I hold space in a massage is similar to how I hold space in a BDSM session.
For some people drawn to BDSM, touch may be exactly what they need in order to go deeper. When I give someone a hard whipping, I want them to be present and this can only happen when they trust me, not only on a mental level, where desires, limits, and taboos have been discussed, but on a physical level as well. There is a kind of trust that is established when I touch someone. Sometimes between the strokes, I lay a hand on their burning skin and they feel that I am there. We breathe together for a moment. The same kind of non-verbal communication can happen in more psychological play, too.
I have been thinking recently that the intention behind Tantra and BDSM can be the same and that it is simply that the techniques are different.
I find that some people drawn to BDSM need a higher degree of intensity in order to fully arrive in themselves. The task of “receiving” in a tantra massage is not easy, it’s something that needs to be practiced and does not come without certain resistance. Likewise, to submit in a kink setting (physically or mentally) is not easy. But it is in this headspace that transformation happens.
So if you are curious about BDSM but hesitant to try, sometimes one experience is enough to change how you understand it.
Controlled arousal and ritualized edging to begin the day.
It’s morning, and your body is still soft with sleep. In that suspended moment between dreaming and waking, you register soft footsteps. You catch a trace of my perfume, the brush of my silk robe. Only then do you feel my hand take hold of you.
“Stay still,” I whisper into your ear. “Don’t do anything I don’t tell you to do. Not a movement. Not a sound.”
The ritual begins here, with me making my demands before the day does. You will feel no release this morning unless I decide to give it to you.
“Breathe in,” I say, as my hand begins to stroke softly. “Breathe out.”
This is the first instruction, a kinky morning breath meditation that brings your awareness into your body through my slow, deliberate stimulation. I sync my touch to your in-breath, to your out-breath, pausing the moment I feel you start to breathe more quickly.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
I make sure to stop while your body still wants more, especially then. I slow down the strokes to remind you who is in control. Your desire is held by me and I can stop at any time.
As my hand begins to move just a little more quickly, your body comes alive under my touch and your hips start to thrust despite yourself. With less and less effort, I draw more and more reactions from you.
“Open your eyes,” I tell you.
You see clearly in my smile, that I am enjoying this far more than you are, and that I have only just begun.
Edging in the morning sharpens your attention. Your desire is awake, contained, held exactly where I want it. Remaining in this state of hyperarousal during the day with the promise of relief later on might make you more productive. It might improve your performance at the gym. I don’t care. It’s just fun to push you right to the brink first thing in the morning.
My hand barely needs to move now. The slightest touch is enough to make you almost lose control, but not quite. I enjoy watching you writhe around. I love how a man can be reduced to trembling with the smallest flick of my wrist. I might make you beg today, simply for my amusement.
When I finally take my hand away, unfinished, you carry a low hum under the skin. Your body feels more alive, attentive to the smallest touch. Your mind is clearer, less scattered. Your lust becomes focus.
Not everyone thinks of a BDSM studio as a morning destination, but I find something so exciting about beginning the day with a flogging, a fisting, or driving someone wild with slow, exquisite tease and denial. And for a guest, it’s a great way to take time for yourself before the world begins to demand anything of you.
Often I arrive at the studio while Berlin is half asleep. The hallways are quiet, and whispers of sessions from the night before linger in the air. The emptiness and calm make the space feel like my own private castle full of possibility. Sometimes I have it all to myself for an hour or two, but often I encounter a colleague who’s an early riser like myself, and we exchange a wink, a shared understanding that we’re both about to start the day kinky.
If I’ve spent the night with someone at their hotel, I like to have my sub rise before me and prepare himself, then wait on all fours for further instructions. I prefer a calm, unrushed start to the day and take my time getting up, knowing that he hears me, not knowing how I will use him next. If I’ve started my day with a workout, my feet enjoy being massaged and touched with care. Or maybe I will use him as my footrest while I drink my coffee? It’s in these moments of stillness that my dominance is felt most strongly. There’s no need to rush or raise my voice, I know I have control.
A morning session has a special quality. The body is receptive, unmarked by the stresses of the day, and the energy is sharper. I love the feeling of flogging someone into the day and leaving them with a wash of sensation they can take with them, carrying the heat of freshly whipped skin under their clothes. I love how a morning fisting leaves a warm, lingering fullness they carry with them long after they walk out the door. Some take the entire day to savor the afterglow of a session, moving through the world with the memory of my hands still pulsing along their spine. A luxurious feeling that continues throughout the day.
I offer the following morning indulgences from 8 am:
Christoph visits Berlin 2-3 times a year and chastity is always at the center of our meetings. For this visit, I planned something special. He was going to have “1 ruined orgasm a day” in a different location for each day he was in Berlin and I asked him to keep a diary describing his side of it.
As usual, he locked himself into the chastity cage the moment he boarded the train. I received the photo of proof before the train had even pulled out of the station. I love beginning a session before someone has physically arrived.
Monday Ruined orgasm #1 happened over a video call. I didn’t have time to go to his hotel, but I didn’t need to. The quiver in his voice and focus on my instructions were enough. The week began with a small reminder: I hold your key and I can take control from anywhere.
Tuesday We met at Atrium in the SILBER room, the one with the rotating Andreas cross. After that, I bound him tightly into a leather straitjacket and deprived him of his senses with a leather mask before settling him onto the bed. Five of my colleagues drifted in, curious and playful, and joined me. We all stroked him, light, slow, maddening, until he dissolved into that perfect, delicious ruin. That was ruined orgasm #2.
Wednesday He had a full day of engagements, but around noon I shared my location and told him to meet me for ruined orgasm #3 on a park bench in the middle of Berlin. I adore this kind of discreet public play. To any passerby, we were simply two friends having takeaway coffees. But under his winter coat, I felt the vibration of the toy I’d instructed him to wear. The way he tried to keep his breath and facial expression even made me smile. It delights me to see someone try to look composed in public when I know exactly what’s happening under their clothes.
Thursday After an evening at the theatre, we ended up sharing a glass of wine at a bar around the corner. I leaned over, whispered that he should go wait for me in one of the bathroom stalls, and took my time finishing my drink. Ruined orgasm #4 happened behind the locked door, the music from the bar drifting faintly through the walls.
Friday We had a beautiful meal at the very chic restaurant, The Knast, then ruined orgasm #5 happened later at his hotel. At that point his body reacted so quickly to the smallest touch that it took almost nothing to send him over the edge and deny him any release from it.
Saturday For multi-day sessions like this, I like to have a copy of the room key. I didn’t tell him when I was coming and the element of surprise is half the pleasure. He was sitting at his laptop, completely absorbed, when I unlocked the door and walked in. His posture changed instantly. I told him exactly what to do, and ruined orgasm #6 followed shortly after.
He had just enough time left, before leaving to catch his train home, and I asked myself:
“Should I give him a normal, satisfying orgasm after a full week of denial or should I let him leave Berlin truly desperate?”
I find group sessions so exciting! I’m lucky enough to work in a studio filled with playful, sexy beings, where it is easy to bring a group together and to live in Berlin, a city where collective energy can unfold at night in the most unexpected ways.
One of the things I like most about group play is how the chemistry between multiple bodies creates twists and turns no one could script. A rhythm emerges, shifts, and transforms into something entirely new. Each person feeds the scene with their own imagination.
Recently, I had one of those nights with one of my favorite regulars during a group session that started at Atrium. We began with a private ritual before the others joined us. And by the time we moved into the Tempel, the central heart of Atrium, the collective energy was electric. A sensual group scene turned ecstatic: flogging, spanking, hypnotic beats.
You can read more about that night at Atrium here.
Eventually, our time at the studio came to an end, but I wasn’t done. Some nights, you just want more. So I rode that high, and we carried it into Insomnia, a true Berlin institution. I’ve been to many parties there over the years, but this one was simply magical…
I remember the first time I saw an image of fisting. I was a teenager and came across Robert Mappelthorpe’s work in a photography book. A very visceral mix of curiosity, disbelief and fascination filled my innocent brain. I couldn’t believe that it was possible to fit an entire hand (let alone two) in there! At the same time, I was deeply touched by the aesthetic beauty and stillness of something that looked so intense. Fast forward to today and fisting is one of my favorite activities.
I like the element of ritualistic preparation. Before the session begins, I set up the space I will be playing in, placing gloves and lube in the optimal places. I know my hands will be fully occupied later and I like to have what I need within arms reach so that I can stay fully in the moment. I know the “Fistee”, as I like to call them, has also spent time preparing both physically and mentally.
When I enter with my hand, it’s as if the senses of my fingertips awaken. As I pass through the first ring, I love feeling the pulsations inside of the asshole. It is very intimate to feel this inner rhythm. Slowly, I go deeper and deeper, my hand held in a pleasurable tightness, waiting for the inner muscles to slowly, but surely relax and allow me in.
I get a kick out of the expression on the face, the sound of the breath, the slow surrender of the body. These sounds and cues let me know where the limits are and where I should pause. Then comes the moment of surrender when the fist just slides in, making way for my hand, wrist and forearm. Sometimes I position a mirror in front of the Boomer–a kind of futuristic gynecological chair with lots of restraint options–when I am fisting so that the other person can see what I am doing. For those whose sexuality is visual, the image of my whole hand inside of the body is exhilarating!
I can feel how orgasmic it is for the receiver, the sensation of being filled. I feed off of that energy as their whole body writhes and pulsates around my fist, like it’s plugged into an electric current. It’s not surprising that some fistees describe it as a full body sensation similar to being in love, or at one with the universe. There is something magical about being so deep inside of someone!
And finally, I see the fist as a beautiful metaphor for resistance to being told that one shouldn’t derive pleasure from the asshole or that we should be ashamed of our desires. I see it as a rebellion against the velocity and distractions of daily life. There is so little space for slowness in one’s daily rhythm and when I fist, I take my time. It feels like a kind of kinky meditation. I understand now why that Mappelthorpe image resonated with me so much then and still marvel at the possibilities of the human body.
Vor einigen Wochen traf ich mich mit einem Gast, der mir anschließend eine besonders lebendige Beschreibung der ganzkörperlichen Sinneserfahrung schickte, die ein Sub in einer Session erleben kann. Ich erhalte oft herzliches Feedback und Dankes-E-Mails, aber dieser Bericht hob sich ab, weil er die Atmosphäre und Empfindungen auf eine Weise einfing, die ich besonders berührend fand. Die Session selbst war auch für mich großartig, und ich höre gern, wie es sich von der anderen Seite angefühlt hat. Deshalb fühlte ich mich inspiriert, seine Worte auf meinem Blog zu teilen.
Falls du neugierig bist, selbst einmal an der Backstage-Tour teilzunehmen, klick hier. Und wirf auch einen Blick auf das Profil des Dominus, der kurz während unserer Session dabei war.
Viel Freude beim Lesen!
„Du darfst dich jetzt ein wenig entspannen. Ich lasse dich kurz allein“. Mit diesen Worten verlässt Lady Vyra den Raum. Die Tür schließt sich. Hinterlässt Leere in meinem Kopf. Mein Körper vibriert. Den Vibrationen gebe ich mich hin. Spüre wie sie entstehen, sich in meinem Körper ausbreiten. Tiefste Entspannung. Aus weiter Ferne dringen Geräusche an mein Ohr. Etwas Schweres wird in den Raum geschoben. Was es ist? Es interessiert mich nicht. Ich bin in meiner Welt, in der Welt des sub. „Wie geht es dir? Bist du bereit für den Tempel?“ „Schön“, antworte ich.
Heute findet im Atrium die Backstage-Tour statt. Die Crew zeigt interessierten Menschen das Studio und beantwortet Fragen. An dieser Tour werde auch ich teilnehmen. Nicht als Besucher, nein, sondern als sub von Lady Vyra. Gestern unterbreitete ich ihr diesen Vorschlag. Ihre Antwort: „Schauen wir mal“. Es war nicht sicher, ob es möglich ist. Und nun, ein Traum erfüllt sich. Mir wird befohlen, auf dem Strafbock Platz zu nehmen. Er wird angepasst und ich werde fixiert. Wie in Trance bin ich. Noch einmal die Frage: „Bereit?“ – „Ja“. Meine Ohren werden mit Kopfhörern vom Lärm der Welt abgeschirmt. Kein Laut soll mich ablenken. Die Augen können nur den Boden sehen. Ich schließe sie. Das Gefährt wird in den Flur geschoben. Dieser lange Gang hat seinen eigenen speziellen Geruch. Ganz fein, kaum wahrnehmbar. Er betört mich. Ein Schlag trifft mich, weitere folgen. Die Domina beginnt, mein Hinterteil nochmals aufzuwärmen. Welch ein Genuss. Der Kopfhörer wird zur Seite geschoben. „Gleich gehen wir hinein. Zwölf Personen warten auf dich“. Die Hörer werden mir wieder aufgesetzt. Der Bock setzt sich in Bewegung.
Lady Vyra schiebt mich in den Tempel. Als erstes steigt mir ein anderer, noch intensiverer Duft in die Nase. Viel intensiver als im Flur. Tief atme ich ihn ein. Er schmeichelt meinem ICH. Energie nehme ich wahr. Sie füllt den Tempel aus und baut sich auch in mir auf. Meine Haut fängt an zu kribbeln. Ob die anderen es auch spüren? Was wird passieren? Spannung liegt im Raum. In mir, alles ruhig und entspannt. Ist es Trance oder subspace? Gibt es überhaupt einen Unterschied? Die Bewegung stoppt. Mein Körper ist den Blicken der Umstehenden ausgesetzt. Die Blicke kann ich fühlen, ebenso eine andächtige Ruhe. Wie, wenn die Ohren verschlossen und die Augen geschlossen sind? Ich weiß es nicht, mein Körper aber kann es.
Was betrachten die Zuschauer? Was empfinden sie? Wird es sie entzücken, was demnächst zu sehen sein wird? Schauen sie neugierig? Wird sich die eine oder andere Wange röten, vor Scham oder vor Lust? Entsteht vielleicht gerade jetzt, in diesem Moment, in einem Kopf der Gedanke, eines Tages selbst so präsentiert zu werden? Ist hier jemand, der gerne mit mir tauschen oder doch lieber die Domina an meiner Seite sein möchte? Diese und andere Fragen hätten in meinem Kopf kreisen können. Doch nichts dergleichen. Selbst meinen Atem nehme ich nicht wahr.
Ein heißer, stechender Schmerz. Der Rohrstock hat sein Werk begonnen. Ich spüre, wie der Schmerz auf meiner Haut entsteht und nach einer gefühlten Ewigkeit beginnt, in meinen Körper einzudringen. Zuerst noch spitz und stechend, später wird er stumpfer. Einer Welle gleich zieht er sich durch den Körper. Erreicht den Kopf, die Fingerspitzen und die Zehen. Die Welle wird reflektiert. Verebbt. Wandelt sich in Lust. Mein Körper wird von ihr durchflutet. In mir giert es nach mehr. Mehr von diesem Schmerz und der Lust. Der nächste Schlag. Alles wiederholt sich. Jeder Schlag, jeder Schmerz und jede Lust ist anders. Addiert sich mit dem bereits Bestehenden. JAAAAAAAAAAAAA! schreit es in mir.
Die Domina wird zur Dirigentin. Der Stock in ihrer Hand, Taktstock und Lustinstrument zugleich. Und ich, ich darf ihr Orchester sein. Wie es ihr beliebt, dirigiert sie Forte oder Piano. Eine künstlerische Pause entsteht. Dann endlich, die Dirigentin schwingt wieder den Stock. Mein Körper vibriert. Meine Finger bewegen sich. Ob sich noch mehr bewegt? Gar ein Bass ertönt? Alles ist nach innen gerichtet. Den Schmerz zu spüren und in ihm aufzugehen … sich mit ihm zu vereinen … nach dem nächsten Schlag zu lechzen, nur um zu spüren, wie sich Schmerz und Lust vereinen. Welch ein Gefühl, welch ein Moment. Vielleicht auch sichtbar wird. Für alle sichtbar? Schaut her, das bin ICH.
Der Bock bewegt sich wieder. Nur ein kurzes Stück. Die Kopfhörer werden abgenommen. Ein leises Murmeln ist im Hintergrund zu hören. Woher es kommt? Musik? Eine männliche Stimme vernehme ich, faselt etwas von Licht. Wieder Stille. Meine Herzschläge klingen wie die einer Pauke. In Trance liege ich da und lausche. Wieder eine männliche Stimme, die des Dominus: „… Kunst …“. Eine weibliche Stimme ertönt. Ihr Klang, einer Sirene gleich, fasziniert mich, so weich und zart. Der sub, festgeschnallt auf einem Strafbock und ganz in seiner Welt versunken. Die Spuren der Session auf seinem Hinterteil. Was sieht der Betrachter? Was empfindet er? Gibt es dabei Unterschiede zwischen den Besuchern und der Crew? Was fühlt die Domina?
Schritte nähern sich. Der Gang klingt männlich. Er bleibt am Kopfende stehen. Eine Hand berührt mich. Streichelt über meinen Kopf. Es fühlt sich nicht nur gut an, nein, sogar sehr gut. Dann, die Hand ist weg und Schritte entfernen sich.
Wieder werden mir Kopfhörer aufgesetzt. Hände legen sich auf die Backen meines Hinterteils und ich werde aus dem Tempel geschoben. Es ist geil zu spüren, wie sich meine Backen im Takt der Schritte bewegen, wie die Backen aneinander reiben und die Kraft von Lady Vyra zu fühlen.
Stopp. Eine Hand legt sich auf meinen Rücken. Sie ist klein, ganz zart und warm. Ich genieße die Berührung. Eine zweite kommt hinzu. Eine geht, eine neue kommt, nimmt ihren Platz ein. Ebenso klein, zart und warm. Es werden immer mehr Hände. Ein Fest der Sinne entfaltet sich. Zwei weitere Hände, zweimal so groß wie die anderen und schwerer, aber auch zart und warm. Sie beginnen, meine geschundenen Stellen zu massieren. Es tut so gut. Nacheinander verlassen mich die Hände. Stille. Der Vorhang fällt.
“What do you find so exciting about scat sessions?”
This is a blog entry I wrote seven years ago. When I first wrote it, I had no idea it would resonate with so many people, but it led to so many wonderful sessions. Some of my favorite guests, whether or not they wanted to try dirty games, found me through that text. Reading it again, I think what drew them to me was the honesty in my words. Reflecting on my thoughts back then, I find many of them just as true in the present, so I’ve kept some parts as they were and expanded others, which is reflected in the revised version of this text.
I get asked a lot, “What do you find so exciting about scat sessions?” It’s something that I have put a lot of thought into, especially because scat was something I had never tried before I started working as a dominatrix and it is now one of my favorite things. I had heard about it, but it never sparked my interest. In fact, I was pretty sure that it was something I would never do, but what do you know—my first session as a professional dominatrix was a scat session! I thought “Okay, I’ll try it once to see how it is and can always decide not to do it again if I don’t like it.”
I remember how nervous I was before the session started and I can barely remember what we did leading up to the “grand finale”, but I remember so clearly the tremendous rush I felt as I pulled up my skirt and opened my legs, reminding him that he was there to be my toilet. I looked down at him waiting for my caviar and felt a kind of excitement I had never experienced before. His mouth opened in a gasp as I stood over him and lowered myself slowly toward his face. I will let you imagine how the rest of the session unfolded…
Since that first time almost 10 years ago, I’ve had sessions with absolute beginners to seasoned gourmands. I admire the desire to be a toilet and am fascinated by the different forms this fantasy can take. I understand the need for caviar and provide an accepting space in which to express your desires. Whether it’s the desire to transform into an object and be used, a way to show extreme devotion, or simply to enjoy the closeness of my body and then savor the taste of me in your mouth—I see scat as the perfect combination of submission and worship.
I love the taboo associated with scat.
When you come to me for my caviar, I might be the only person in the world who knows about it, because you can’t share this fantasy with just anyone. It’s our dirty little secret, and this is just one of the reasons I find it incredibly intimate.
There’s something hypnotic and almost trance-like about a scat session, something special about breaking this taboo. Perhaps it’s a kind of “ego death” that happens as someone transforms into a toilet, an object that I use according to the will of my body.
I associate a particular sensuality with lovers of scat—the connoisseur certainly understands how electrifying it is to experience someone’s body both inside and out, whether taking it directly from the source or lying in the gorgeous toilet chair from StyleFetish at Atrium.
I offer scat sessions according to my body’s natural rhythms in the morning, starting between 8:30 and 10:30 am. Because certain preparations are required, the session begins long before we meet in the studio, as I plan what to eat for dinner in anticipation of the upcoming session. I always find it titillating imagining in the evening what it will be like the next morning. It is particularly thrilling to go for dinner with my scat guest the evening before, so they can see what they will be consuming the next morning. Even better is when it’s an overnight session and they are at my disposal any time of the day or night!
One thing that scares a lot of people is the thought that a scat session might be too extreme or that they won’t be able to handle it. But I don’t have a particular program that I perform—each guest is different, and how one feels on the day of the session plays an important role. A scat session isn’t about the amount you consume; it’s about the intention. For some, even just hearing me talk about caviar is enough to make an exciting session, but I also have the ability to take beginners much further than they imagined possible. If you know you want it, I can bring you there!
And last but not least—there’s something that feels extremely kinky about leaving the studio after an intense scat session and stepping outside into broad daylight. Quite often, it seems as if we enjoy our most perverse fantasies at night. Doing something so taboo, so intimate, so exciting in the morning means that I have the rest of the day to savor the memories that pop up now and then and enjoy the tingle I get when thinking about sexy experiences!
I am thrilled to be featured in the book The Heart of the Dominatrix, curated by Paris-based dominatrix Inanna Justice. This incredible book highlights the stories and insights of fascinating dommes from 21 countries around the world. It’s an honor to be included alongside so many talented individuals who bring such depth and creativity to the world of Femdom. You can check out the book here:The Heart of the Dominatrix.
After we met a few years ago, Inanna invited me to me to be part of the book. This summer, I attended her Femdom France event, where I had the opportunity to meet some of the other dominatrices featured in the book and take their workshops. I also led a role play workshop during the event, drawing from my background as a dancer and performer to explore creative ways of embodying roles and incorporating objects and costumes into sessions. It was a fantastic experience to connect, share, and learn from such inspiring people. You can find more about the event here: Femdom France.
Whenever I travel, I make it a point to take in some good art, and my visit to Paris for the event was no exception. On my last day, I went to see Matthew Barney’s installationSecondary at the Fondacion Cartier and attended a screening of hisCremaster Cycle at the Christine Cinéma Club.
I love the surreal quality of his work, where the grotesque and the tactile intertwine to draw the viewer into his visceral world. It weaves myth, biology, and the absurd into enigmatic narratives, all while enveloping you in its strange, textured beauty. What a perfect way to end my trip!
Recently, I hired a callboy for a few hours of fun. It was my first time, and despite my experience with strip clubs, tantra massages, and a living a life surrounded by sexuality as a professional dominatrix, I was nervous.
This was something I’d wanted to try for a long time. Over the years, I occasionally browsed websites, doing a bit of research, yet I always hesitated. It’s ironic, considering I’ve been a professional dominatrix for nearly a decade and count many sex workers among my friends, I still felt a barrier.
I began to wonder if my hesitation stemmed from my socialization as a woman. Like many women, I wouldn’t think twice about splurging on a wellness treatment like a massage, and I never skimp on good food or wine, yet the idea of hiring an escort felt more taboo. Media representations play a role in this perception. Men hiring escorts or dominatrices are a common trope, but examples of women doing the same are rare.
The idea became more tangible after a conversation with a friend over dinner. I mentioned I’d been considering it, and she shared a link to a website she’d been exploring. We browsed profiles together. She pointed out someone she liked, but he wasn’t my type. I kept scrolling until a profile caught my eye. His pictures were sexy, and his profile text suggested he’d be great for some “pillow talk”, so I decided to reach out and messaged him to check his availability.
Fast forward to the evening of our meeting. When he rang my doorbell, my heart was racing. After a brief chat, we moved into a bit of foreplay to set the mood, and then—well, I’ll leave the spicy details to your imagination.
What struck me most was how I felt afterward. One argument again sex work I hear is a resistance to paying for something that one “could get for free.” I have very skilled lovers, get a lot of fulfillment from my sex work and I could arrange a quick hookup on a dating app if I wanted to, but there was something very hot about paying for the experience. I got a thrill browsing profiles, selecting someone who intrigued me, and anticipating the meeting. And I must say, he certainly didn’t disappoint!
I immediately understood the appeal. This experience gave me a new perspective on my clients. Even as a professional, I felt nervous beforehand. The butterflies in my stomach, the curiosity about how it would unfold—all of it mirrored what many of my guests likely feel before booking a session with me.
And I also felt a deeper connection to all of my guests including those who do not fit the stereotype of the typical person who seeks a dominiatrix. While men make up the majority of my clientele, I also love the sessions I have had with with couples, women, trans and queer folk. And now through my own experience, I better understand the societal and personal boundaries the latter might have had to surmount to book a session with me.
In any case, hiring a callboy left me excited to try it again. Whether as a treat to myself or simply a way to take a break and have a little fun, it’s an experience I’m glad I allowed myself to have—and one I look forward to repeating.
In case you are curious, here is the website I found him on.
Meet the Suck-O-Mat: the gadget that promises to make sessions a lot more interesting. This automated marvel is designed to mimic the sensations of oral sex with a slick combination of suction and vibration. But does it live up to the hype? I took it for a spin to find out!
Performance and Functionality
Effectiveness: The Suck-O-Mat doesn’t just make promises; it delivers. With its range of suction intensities and speeds, it’s like having a pleasure concierge at my disposal. Whether I am in the mood for gentle tease & denial or completely merciless orgasm torture, this device has got me covered. My test slaves found the sensations to be impressively varied and satisfying, that is, until I drove them past the point of no return. In some cases I paused the machine just before they were granted relief, in others, I forced them to have one orgasm after another until they begged for mercy. With this machine, a man is in the palm of my hand and I control him completely with the mere push of a button.
Ease of Use: Operation is a breeze with the Suck-O-Mat. The controls are intuitive, and the setup could not be easier. The ergonomic design fits comfortably in the hand, and adjusting the settings is as simple as flipping a switch. Plus, the removable sleeve makes cleaning a cinch. As a fan of no-fuss fun, this toy just might be my new best friend. I simply turn it on, sit back and let the magic happen. I decide when the machine goes faster, I decide when to slow it down. Get ready to be amused as the man fixed helplessly to the bed in front of you is thrust into fits of ecstasy that quickly subside when he realizes that you are going to force him to cum over and over again. He said he wanted to be milked dry, but he had not expected this!
Safety
Material Quality: Crafted from body-safe silicone, the many small, rounded bumps that line the inside of the Suck-O-Mat sleeve pulse and suck sensually and feel luxurious against the skin. The material is smooth and hypoallergenic—perfect for those with sensitive skin.
Mental Health and Well-Being: Usually, masturbation and sexual stimulation is a way to relieve stress, improve mood, and support overall mental health, but with the Suck-O-Mat, I am able to drive my subjects to madness and beyond. In my tests, responses ranged from politely begging to cum to desperately promising to do anything I ask. Of course, I did not succumb to any of their pleas, but instead reveled in their desperation.
Value for Money
Pricing: At a mid-price point, the Suck-O-Mat is a good value. I think of it as an investment in top-notch pleasure. I am always ready to splurge a little for something that really delivers, and this device is worth every penny.
Durability: Built to last, the Suck-O-Mat feels sturdy and well-crafted. With proper care, it’s likely to be a reliable companion for intense tease and denial for many years to come.
Conclusion
The Suck-O-Mat is more than just an interesting gadget; it’s a game-changer in the world of forced orgasms and tease & denial. It combines effective stimulation with ease of use, quality construction and sleek design, making it a standout choice for those who enjoy a bit of luxury. The experience it offers is definitely worth the splurge.
Rating: 4.8/5
Pros: Fantastic sensations, easy to use, never gets tired, completely merciless.
Cons: Needs to be held with my hand. I hope there is an attachment in development that would allow me to hook someone up to the machine while I am out of the room and leave them writhing in agony and ecstasy for hours at a time.
Recommendation: If you’re looking to add a new dimension to your pleasure, the Suck-O-Mat is a stellar choice. It’s got the moves and the magic to make your sessions unforgettable.
I recently had the honor of being interviewed by Lady Sas, a renowned mistress from Frankfurt am Main, Germany. What a fascinating woman! Whatever your interests are, be it cuckolding, chastity or sissification – you will probably find it in her vast collection of interviews with tops and subs worldwide.
Check out her website, Lady-Sas.com She is truly an inspiration to the BDSM community!
In our interview, I reflect on how my dominant tendencies emerged during my teenage years and how my background in dance and Vipassana meditation influenced my approach to kink. We also discussed how my work as a dominatrix has shaped me personally, fostering qualities like playfulness, tolerance, and empathy. And I speak about my understanding of sensual domination.
Who would have thought that a Dominatrix could help you with your tax return?
Every year, you have the good intention of completing your tax return and turning it in on time, but somehow you always find yourself distracted by something else. The fact that the deadline for turning in one’s tax return is so soon after the fleeting warmth of Berlin’s brief summer seems very unfair. But a deadline is a deadline, you tell yourself and decide to nip this problem in the bud once and for all. You arrange to meet Lady Vyra in order to get to the bottom of it. It is said that she has a special ability to tease out the source of distraction with alarming precision!
You enter her office and sit on a chair in front of a wooden desk. After a few minutes you hear the door open and the click of high heels behind you. Lady Vyra appears before you wearing a blazer and a pencil skirt and instead of sitting behind the desk, perches on the edge of it, close enough that you catch a hint of her warm, sensual fragrance. She crosses her legs and her skirt rides up, exposing lace topped stockings that you look at for a few seconds too long.
“Can you tell me today’s date?” she asks, bringing you back into the moment.
And when was your tax return due?” You answer, but not without blushing a little at your tardiness.
“We have a problem.” she says to you, crossing her arms and looking down at you from the edge of the desk. “Not many things are required for the privilege of living and working in Germany but punctual completion of your tax return is one of them.”
She says that she has to conduct a series of tests to determine what is wrong. She doesn’t get very far, you react the minute she touches you and after a glance at the tent in your pants she says “No further tests are required, I think I’ve found the source of your distraction.”
You are made to strip in front of her, then strapped down to a bench with leather straps that prevent you from moving your arms and legs. It’s definitely snug, but it’s a nice feeling, being restrained and giving up control.
Lady Vyra teases you at first – saying that not being able to use your hands would probably be a good step in the right direction to concentrating on your work and although you don’t admit it, this pretty much hits the nail on the head. She begins to lightly stroke you and your blood circulation increases. The pressure rises steadily, but just when it becomes too much, she suddenly pulls her hand away and you are left wriggling – at least to the extent that that is possible, given your predicament! Lady Vyra repeats this again and again and you are afraid that you won’t be able to control yourself but she stops before it ever reaches the point of no return. She plays with your edge and you start to have the feeling that you would do anything for a sense of relief. You catch glimpses of her smirking, she seems to enjoy seeing you in your desperation! You know that she could continue like this for much longer than you could.
When she starts gently circling her hand around the tip of your lust…you just can’t take it anymore and beg for mercy! She suddenly releases you from your bonds and orders you to kneel in front of her and “do the thing that you do best” under her scrutiny. It’s embarrassing, you kneeling naked in front of her, touching yourself. She even reprimands you because of your inability to behave in a public office, which is unfair since she ordered this. As punishment you are made to stop and start again, repeating the same game as before…bring yourself almost to climax, then stop. again and again. Until you beg to stop, promising to finish your tax return that very evening.
Lady Vyra produces a shiny KG and as the lock clicks into place, she tells you “You are to go home without relief and immediately sit down to complete your tax return. I forbid you to have an orgasm until you finish it. Send me a screenshot as proof by midnight or you have to come back for more treatment.”
You return home and sit down to your work. You have a goal in mind and look forward to the reward you will get if you finish on time, but the cage is a constant reminder of Lady Vyra and as it tightens, you are no longer sure if midnight is such a desired goal after all…
I recently had the pleasure of talking about one of my favorite pastimes: fermentation! The interview is part of Hobby Whores, a wonderful series showcasing the diverse hobbies and passions of sex workers. From the tangy aroma of sauerkraut brine to the velvety effervescence of freshly brewed kombucha on my tongue, I shared my journey into the tactile and sensory world of fermentation.
Fermentation has been more than just a hobby for me—it’s a lifestyle, a connection to tradition, and a way to cultivate a deeper relationship with the food I eat. I find it amazing how something as simple as a SCOBY or a salty brine can transform ingredients into complex, flavorful creations and I almost always have a few jars of sauerkraut or vegetables bubbling in my kitchen.If you’re curious to learn more about me and my adventures in fermentation you can read the full interview here.
I tied the bow of my silky, new school blouse and pouted at myself one last time in the mirror. “Are Mom and Dad already gone?” I asked my brother as I walked through the door and saw him sitting alone in the living room. “Sit down. I want to talk to you about something.” He said, narrowing his eyes and looking at me mischievously. He knows I have been sneaking out in the middle of the night to meet my new boyfriend. He had clearly been spying on me because he knows all of the hot details. And now he wants to tell our parents about it. He is my younger brother. You know how they are, always scheming to get the upper hand.
I might only be a few years older than him, but I’m quite experienced for my age.
I could probably teach him a thing or two!
I was sure there was something I could dig up to hold against him so that he wouldn’t tell our parents. And I knew exactly how to do it. I tied his arms behind his back and firmly laced his legs together so that there was no way he could escape. Then I made him tell me all of his secret fantasies – I definitely have my ways of getting that out of him. As it turns out, he is not the perfect little son that my parents think he is. Our parents would never imagine that their son loves to put on my stockings and lipstick.
So I untied him and forced him to put on my panties and bra. How hungrily he took my strap-on into his mouth. That was exactly what he wanted, the little slut. My parents would be shocked if they knew how eagerly he lay beneath me as I let my warm juices flow onto his body. He moaned as if he had been dreaming about that for years. And when I turned my back for one second, the little brat tried to reach up and sniff my panties. What a pervert.
“So, you like the way those smell?” I said, pushing him back down to the ground. “I think I’ll just sit on your face then. That should shut you up for a while.”
