The question I’m asked most often is how—or why—I became a professional dominatrix.

But the more revealing question is this:
Why do those accustomed to authority choose—deliberately and temporarily—to relinquish it to me?

Those who seek my guidance are not weak, nor uncertain.
They are leaders—decision-makers for whom responsibility is constant and inescapable.

Within that constancy, a need emerges:
for a container.

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A space to hold what is most private.
Where control may rest.

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Where one can meet the shadow self—
shaped by shame, curiosity, and desire—

and be seen, without needing to explain.