Sensual smell of the leather awakens the senses and creates its own special world. Handle of the whip between my fingers demans control. Tight high heeled leather boots for taming mighty animals. Ropes as tight as the reins and chains strained as bridles.

The rider. That's me. Restraining power and strenght underneath me. The mightiest animal of them all will yield to my will. A guide when suitable and a punisher when I teach a new animal. I demand discipline, but always reward when the task is correctly completed. Born to rule. Born Dominatrix.

I used to tame and ride horses. Strong and mighty animals that need a firm hand. Powerful enough to crush the rider beneath their hoofs, but born as prey that flees by the slightest of wind.

Now I train and tame my slaves. Dominatrix mistress, ruler of my subjects. I put my collar on every neck that dares to enter my world and teach them where they trully belong. On their knees by my feet, eagerly waiting for my commands.

I adore the power it gives me. I adore the game I lead. Cold touch of metal chains on my subs skin arrouses me. Lines that I draw on their skin pumps the blood through my veins. In my world everyone has his own place and mine is on the throne. The rest of them lay helpless under my merciless boots. Conquerer, ruler, enslaver, leader of submissive subjects and tamer of the disobedient.

In my torture chamber everyone gets the chance to learn their place. Chained and whipped or hanged under the ceiling and tortured, everyone learns at the end that they are nothing but worthless slaves only here to serve and obey me. And my game can be cruel or kind, whimsy and unpredictable, when I unleash the sadist inside. Untill their complete surrender, when my dominance is the only reality left. After a day or two in my dungeon, after a night or two spent in my prison cell, even the stubbornest of them all become my property to use as I please.  Tamed by the riders whip and boots, surrendered to her will.

The fine art of dominance, discipline, pain and humiliation is my world. The world that I love and control. In my special custom made BDSM room there are numerous options for bondage. Especially I enjoy whipping subs with my favourite riding whips. Each leaves the sweetest drawing of fine lines on the subs exposed skin. Sighs and cries and screams induced by applying hot wax on their nipples or genitals is like a beautiful symphony to my ears. Electro torture reveals me many of their secrets. Air restraint brings out a lovely sparkle in their eyes when the pupils dialate. The rack table stretches their boddies to the perfect limit of a toned chord, exposed for my every whim. May it be anal play or anal torture or ballbust or CBT or strap-on, I can do whatever I desire. The game is mine and my will sets the limits of my world.