“High-Demand” Dominatrix

There seems to be this strange pressure in the FemDom world to act like you’re impossible to access. It’s a great marketing gimmick to maximize profits. And while I understand where it comes from, it doesn’t fit the type of intimacy I crave. I’m not trying to attract everyone. I’m not here to generate hype or manipulate anyone with illusions of scarcity. I’m looking for the small percentage of submissive men who want something genuine: a long-term dynamic rooted in loyalty, admiration, and emotional investment. I don’t need a line of men pretending to adore me. I need ones who actually do. 

I’m not interested in pretending I’m booked out for months in advance. Playing a Role doesn’t exite Me, a genuine FemDom Dynamic does. Sacrifice does matter in My world, but not because I depend on it financially. It matters because devotion without action is just fantasy-roleplay. Offerings, gifts, and tributes, they’re symbols of seriousness. They signal effort, intention, and willingness to show up in a meaningful way. 

What I want is simple: a dynamic built on truth, desire, respect, and continuity. Not a performance. Not a meaningless transaction. Not a crowd. Just a chosen connection with someone who sees the value in front of him and invests because he genuinely wants to. I don’t need to pretend to be in high demand. Real value doesn’t need illusions, it just needs the right person to recognize it.

Update

I recently transferred my old blog to this new home. Some of the posts? Honestly… they sound insane to Me now, funny in a ridiculous kind of way and Immature. But they’re part of me. Part of my history. Part of my growth. I’ve learned a lot since then, and some of it no longer reflects who I am today , but I’ve kept most of it. Because transparency matters. Growth matters. Even the messy, chaotic parts of me are worth keeping.

The whole thing felt a bit like opening a time capsule I didn’t ask for. I scrolled through posts I barely remembered writing and thought, Oh god… was I okay? Spoiler: a lot of times I wasn’t.  

Still some of it is brilliant. A lot of it is chaos. And some of them, especially during college sounds like I was powered entirely by caffeine and delusion (probably accurate assesment)

But here’s the thing: it’s all me. Or it was me.
And I’m not interested in pretending those versions of Me didn’t exist.

I’ve grown a lot since then, through many mistakes, failed relationships, messiness, impulsive decisions, and moments where I thought I understood everything but actually understood nothing. And honestly? I like that. I’d rather be someone who evolves than someone who is too insecure to be completely authentic and stays perfectly curated all the time.  

So yes, some posts no longer reflect who I am today. And yes, I left them up anyway..

My growth deserves evidence.
Because I’m not trying to erase my history I’m being accountable for it. 

All the versions of me built the powerful, experienced Woman writing this today. And She finally truly not scared of being seen exactly the way I am.

Giant Red Shoes

 

Perception of Value

A friend recently suggested that I should “build My  FemDom brand” on “perceived value.” Basically Fake demand. Fake scarcity. Fake exclusivity. Pretend you’re too busy, too desired, too overwhelmed…So I’m supposed to manufacture an aura of unattainability so people think I’m worth more. Honestly? Pfui. I’m allergic to that kind of performance. If a sub has to be tricked into seeing My worth, then that’s not the right one for Me to begin with.

Perceived value works for products, like selling handbags or pushing overpriced skincare, but not for cultivating a genuine power FemDom dynamic. The whole concept is built on insecurity: “If I pretend I’m rare, maybe they’ll treat me like I’m valuable.” But I don’t operate from scarcity. I don’t need smoke and mirrors. My value comes from who I am, not what I desperately pretend to be. That’s real value - it is felt, not advertised.

The subs who chase perceived value aren’t looking for a Domme; they’re looking for a status symbol. They want the illusion of access, not the intimacy of true devotion. The ones who understand real power,  the ones who genuinely crave depth, structure, and surrender, those rare subs don’t fall for phony wannabes. They gravitate toward authenticity, not performance. They can sense genuine confidence and emotional intelligence.

I want the kind of connection that deepens, not the kind that needs constant inflation to stay afloat. Real value stands on its own, steady and undeniable. If someone can’t recognize that without a marketing trick, they’re not meant for me. I don’t need to pretend to be rare I am rare. And the right sub will know it instantly.

The Quiet Ones

In My years of experience if noticed thay the most devoted men/subs  aren’t the loud ones sending long essays or constantly begging for attention.

It’s the quiet ones. The ones who observe first.
They sit on the sideline and watch and wait until it’s their turn. Those who take their time learning everything they can about Me and My preferences before they ever speak a word.

Patient subs thay don’t rush. Usually men who don’t have a habit of bragging. They are the ones that never demand energy they can’t match. They are quiet  they are seen, not heard. They simply show up, again and again, with small intentional gestures that build a strong foundation of trust.

Drugged his fish....SMH

Every few years the media rediscovers the word dominatrix ... but usually attached to some bizarre crime, turning My calling into a  spectacle. Worth, fueling some sort of moral panic. 

This NY Post case has nothing to do with BDSM practice and everything to do with this one persons manipulation, real fraud and violence. 

All Power dynamics require consent!!! Poisoning people and thier pets has never been and will never be any sort of real acceptable kink.

This is a crime. Plain, simple and full stop. I hate when these weirdos are out there ruining Our good "Dominatrix" - Name. 

NYC dominatrix Viktoria Nasyrova’s victim testifies that she drugged his fish, robbed him on date

Coming soon

 …will be moving blog to this  new location