Sensual Dominance. Berlin. FMTY.

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  • What do I find so exciting about scat sessions?

    What do I find so exciting about scat sessions?

    Our dirty little secret

    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!

  • Full length features in The Heart of the Dominatrix and FemDom France

    Full length features in The Heart of the Dominatrix and FemDom France

    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 installation Secondary at the Fondacion Cartier and attended a screening of his Cremaster 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!

  • I hired a Callboy

    I hired a Callboy

    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.

  • Product Review: The Suck-O-Mat

    Product Review: The Suck-O-Mat

    Tireless stimulation delivered mercilessly

    Introduction

    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.

  • The path from naughty teenager to sensual dominatrix

    The path from naughty teenager to sensual dominatrix

    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!

  • Erotic Bureaucracy

    Erotic Bureaucracy

    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…

  • Lady Vyra reveals a secret kink!

    Lady Vyra reveals a secret kink!

    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.

  • Family Ties

    Family Ties

    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.”