Author: Vyra

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.

You can read the full interview here: Lady Vyra im Interview – Sinnliche Dominanz in Berlin. I look forward to hearing your thoughts!

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.”