Greetings, slave. I see you braved the gates and have chosen to enter my realm. Prepare yourself: you are entering a world where my dreams walk and your fantasies crawl.

Who am I? A woman of many tastes and desires, looking for men who want to please me. Am I a female supremacist? Not at all; I love men: especially on their knees, or bound and helpless, securely in their place at my feet.

What do I want from you? I want to transform you. You will come to me, a simple lump of clay, looking to serve. And I will shape you, tease your desires out of your most secret subconscious, and make you into the slave, or dog, or sissy-boy, or votary that you will long to be for me.

My practice is tied up in psychology and theatre, not just in implements. I will torture you, yes, but much of your suffering will be mental. I will corkscrew my power into your mind, open the secret portals of your soul, and you will know submission.

There are so many worlds to explore here, so many fun games to play…but you must learn My Rules.

What are my rules? They are quite simple, firm, and unchanging. But be on your toes: new rules, designed specifically for your particular training, may arise according to my whim and discretion. Never forget that you are here to serve - whatever I decide that means.

How exactly you serve me is another question. I am one woman made of many women: Leather Domme, Victorian Governess, Femme Fatale and Sensual Goddess. For my own pleasure and amusement I transform and walk in many shoes…or in no shoes at all. One day I might wish to be a Catholic sister, correcting your misdeeds with my ruler; another day a savage Queen, testing your worthiness to serve me.

Who am I? Go behind the three pictures on this page and discover a few of the many faces of my desire.

Or click on Serve Me to find out how to get closer...