I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: nothing gets me off like control. In the near-decade I’ve spent as a Toronto Dominatrix, I have found endless ways to exert control over my beloved, willing subjects. Perhaps you wish to offer me your body: to mark, to penetrate, to restrain, and to use as I see fit. Perhaps it’s your mind that you wish to offer: to bend, to manipulate, and to train. Or perhaps, your yearning for power exchange runs so deep that you wish to offer me not only your body and mind, but also your soul. It is in these profound, spiritual depths of BDSM that I feel most at home, carefully holding the safety and consent of my submissives as I bend them, completely, to my will.
BDSM is so much more to me than a hobby or even a lifestyle. It is an art: the canvas is your body, your mind, and your spirit. The brushes is my implements, my words, and most of all, my will.