My penchant for dominating began long before I found my way to the ProDomme scene. It started, innocently enough, in my formative years—convincing boys to do silly things that only led them to trouble or punishment, and finding satisfaction in the result.

While learning my nursery rhymes I was discovering the art of manipulation and, naturally, toying with anyone deemed worthy of stepping into my trap. Although nobody was truly safe from falling victim to my mischief, I most often targeted boys who’s inflated egos made them particularly easy to control. Later, as my targets grew in age my tactics and mindset adjacently underwent an evolution. Seduction became a facade to mask sadistic inclinations, with the persuasive magic of tease becoming a great strength, and denial my weapon of choice. Finding the power of my sexuality—how it could relinquish a man to a puppy dog, desperate to satisfy my every wish, yearning for my every command—led to the realization that, not only could I get everything I desired, but that I deserve to. There’s no need for me to don an honorific because my name should tell you enough. I don’t just do this shit because I like it, it’s in my blood.