Hygiene
Your body only belongs to me if it’s clean.
In front of a Goddess like me, your hygiene must be flawless, meticulous, and immaculate.
I tolerate no negligence. No forgotten detail.
If you want to serve me, you’ll do it clean, smooth, prepared like an offering.
If you request a pegging session, a full shower and anal enema are mandatory before the session.
I don’t want surprises. I want your humiliation prepared with care.
All BDSM gear and sex toys are rigorously disinfected, before and after every session.
Rules
I am a Dominatrix. An Humiliatrix. A Goddess.
And here, only my will matters.
I dominate my own way, without compromise.
If you choose a “standard” session, you get one right: a safeword.
The word “RED” ends the session.
The word “YELLOW” means you’re reaching your limit.
I may choose to ease off… or to push you deeper.
During the session, you’re not allowed to speak freely.
You answer only when I ask.
I only want to hear your moans, your pleas, your screams.
You will thank me with respect.
Call me Mistress. Or Goddess. Nothing else.
Any violation of this rule will be punished — without mercy.
I am not here to negotiate, accommodate, or compromise.
No discount will ever be granted.
Ask for one… and you’ll be blacklisted instantly.
BEHAVIOR
Submission is not a role. It’s not pretending to obey while secretly trying to keep control. If you try to influence the session, dictate the pace, suggest what I should do, or comment on how I dominate — you are not submissive. You’re a fraud. And I do not tolerate frauds.
You hold no power here. You’re not here to guide, direct, propose, or negotiate. You’re here to let go and obey. I choose. I impose. Every word, every gesture, every silence comes from Me. Any attempt at topping from the bottom — manipulation, disguised resistance, passive control — will end the session. No excuses. No refund. No second chances.
And if you think that raising your voice, acting out, or trying to play the frustrated dominant makes you a “real man,” you’re in the wrong place. I tolerate no misplaced aggression, no emotional outbursts, and no unsolicited violence. I test your limits — not the other way around.
If you raise your voice, act rough, or lose control: it ends. What I require is respect, discipline, and composure. You are here to be stripped, humiliated, and broken, in silence and obedience.
Your only mission is to follow, take, and shut your mouth. Real strength here is surrender. Not control.
Latex
Latex isn’t just an outfit. It’s a second skin — mine.
It’s fragile. Delicate. Demanding.
Every move must be slow. Precise. Controlled.
Wearing latex is a ritual. Caring for it is an art.
And seeing me in latex is a privilege.
If you want a latex session, you will pay for that privilege.
A 15% surcharge applies — that’s €30 more per hour.
Because my latex is not for amateurs — it’s for those who deserve it.
For those who know how to worship my divine silhouette wrapped in rubber.
Tight. Shiny. Hypnotic.
You want latex? Then earn it.
