Author: Vyra

Big screen debut with Inanna Justice

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 The old saying “why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free” may be outdated, but the behavior it describes is not.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.

This is where Vyra and Angelina intervene.

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.

Part 1 — Biel and the Party

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.

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

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…

The Custom Video

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.

Read about it here: Vier Damen in Lack

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!

Notes from a Beginner Session in Zürich

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.

Now the day can begin.

Breakfast and BDSM

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. 

A Week of Sweet Torment

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.

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…

Read more about that night at Insomnia here.

The desire to be filled

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.