ORIGINS OF A DOMINATRIX



Everybody's journey into BDSM is unique and filled with colorful anecdotes. Today, it is time to satisfy your curiosity as to when and where my kinks started. Not only you may have a good chuckle at my childhood experiments, I also hope you will feel a little more connected to the person I am. Feel free to bring those stories up when we meet to get more insider details on my life.



4 years old, Sangaredi, Guinea, West Africa



The power of ballbusting and CBT

A whole new world opened up to me when I discovered the great physical weakness of males; their gonads. I could finally kick my way towards my goals and desires through a path of crippled in genitalia pain opponents. Perched on my favorite tree branch, I started daydreaming away how I would rule my empire one crushed ball at a time. Already, I knew I was to become a Queen or a businesswoman surprisingly now I'm a fusion of both.



8 years old, Val-D'Or, Quebec, Canada:



The useless creatures


I was no fool when it came to the nature of men and never idealized my masculine counterpart. When visiting family members in Northern rural Quebec, my aunts and uncles would stereotypically ask if I wanted to get married. My blunt answer always was: "NO!" Surprised by this unconventional reply they would ask: "Why?" Without skipping a beat, I would refute: "Because men are useless and are too much work. I'd rather have horses, at least they're useful." My father was quite offended by my words and tried to silence me, but I was certain of my convictions and responded the same thing year after year. I did realize my dream of having me own stable, but I train a different kind of creature than anticipated, and I found a way to make men useful.



16 years old, Montreal, Quebec, Canada



A cowgirl was born


The loss of my virginity became my relational template; me, on top calling the shots. My inexperienced mate kept asking: "Are you sure you want to do this?" After the third time, I refuted out of annoyance: "Are you?" as he consented I Judo flipped him on his back and took control.



19 years old, Toronto, Ontario, Canada



Belts, blindfolds, and bondage


Was it the influence of television or deep hidden fantasies, I can't tell. Nevertheless, that's when I left my first belt mark on a gentleman's bottom while exploring erotic games. I wasn't supposed to hurt him but an inexplicable flick of the leather strap, while I was delicately dragging the fashion item over his bum, revealed something unsettling. Between my unstoppable giggles and apologizes, I couldn't help but notice that for a fraction of second, when that "whack" resonated in the bedroom, my little lady tingled. Still, up to today, I can't comprehend how the gently sliding garment generated such whipping. In mysterious ways, the forces converged so my destiny could be fulfilled.



My twenties, Montreal, Quebec, Canada



Searching my truth


Not knowing any better, I confined myself into vanilla existent in regular jobs and relationships trying to fit the mold. I explored so many career paths from cuisine to brokerage while cultivating my interests for art and health. I needed to prove my worth as an intelligent and competent active member of society. With my insatiable thirst for knowledge and for skills, I became a Jane of all trades, but my inability to conform and my constant unsatisfaction left me perplex. So in my late twenties, I started exploring what other avenues were possible for the free-spirited woman I was.



31 years old, Montreal, Quebec, Canada



Bartop dancing epiphany


My self-discovery path was punctuated with glorious explorational debauchery. The beauty of a twenty-year-old with the wisdom of a thirty-year-old, I was a fierce seductress. I indulge in the nightlife I missed out on during my early twenties and became a known socialite of Montreal's Maine. My specialty in bar top dancing eventually evolved into real entertainment. On that Summer, a good friend of mine confessed she was a part-time stripper to make ends meet. With my new opened up and non-judgemental mind, I enthusiastically requested to join her. I owe her so much and am so grateful she taught me the fundaments of safe and gracious sailing in the adult industry. A self-employed starlet was born, and I never looked back on conventional work since.



34 years old, Edmonton, Alberta, Canada



A healer's calling


Can you believe that I was tricked in becoming a Dominatrix? My partner of the time and a fetish escort friend of mine conspired to put a whip in my well-trained massage therapist hand. At that point, I was primarily offering Tantra massages and could only perceive myself as someone who induced pleasure and healing. Little did we know at the time that this experiment would define my life career and my beloved vocation. It was a revelation. Years of suppressed dominance burst out to reveal what was lying dormant all along. One workshop led to weekly training which turned into daily participation in Edmonton's kink community. I was hooked and embraced the lifestyle fully in less than 6 months. I discovered new glee inducing methods through pain and recognized BDSM's healing powers.



Now, all over the world



I'm finally me


Years of personal growth couldn't compare to the expansion I lived while being initiated to BDSM arts. In no means do I deny the fundamental responsibility I had to do proper emotional work and achieve the necessary psychological tools to perform my duties with the utmost integrity. The experiential knowledge I acquired with kink is nonetheless priceless. A path that started being laid in early childhood unfolded when I reconnected with my inner-self. Domination harmoniously expressed all the facets of my being permitting my manual skills to blend with my intellect and creativity. I now daydream away in mid-air between destinations how to expand my empire, one crushed ball at a time.

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