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Discretion, yachts, Bay Area

You’re a slut and we all know it.

I would like to clarify what discretion does and does not mean for me within Professional Domination.

What it does mean: I can guarantee you that I have no intentions of outing you to the vanilla world at all. I will not be emailing your work email (unless you have chosen that as our only form of contact ???). I will not call or text you without initial discussion or precedent. In all public outings, I will take caution in ensuring that our interactions do not put us at legal or social risk. Unless a particular scene involve me blackmailing you for your personal information or unless we are taking a trip together, I will not ask for information on your vanilla life. You are more than welcome to volunteer that information to me, and you can rest assured in knowing that I won’t be revealing your identity to vanilla outsiders.

If you explicitly ask me to keep something entirely secret, I will keep your secret.

Discretion, for me, entails keeping both of our identities safe and separate from the vanilla world.

Discretion does not mean that our interactions exist within a vacuum. Should another professional ask for a reference from me, I will more than happily detail them on our interactions (within good reason). Should you behave well, I will sing your praises. Should you behave poorly, they will know of this immediately.

If all of this sounds like a veiled threat to you, it might be. I simply wanted you to know that your activities are always being reported and policed by Big Sister (AKA the Domme Sisterhood). Be on your best behavior because we’re always watching. Discretion is never an excuse for poor behavior.

And again: we’re always watching you.


Yacht Club, but make it Domme

On a less intimidating note, I had a pretty sweet time on a yacht yesterday with a bunch of Dommes and bitches. Mistress Lucy threw a party courtesy of her slave, whose boat it was. I peed on men on the poop deck. We ate donuts. Photos were taken.

I’m a boat Daddy!

Yesterday was very much one of those days that reminded me how much I loved my job and my life. I have the delightful privilege of hanging out on a yacht on a weekday afternoon just to chill with my hot, bossy friends. And of course, I always have human toilets ready for use.

Remember: if it seems like my life is better than yours, it’s because it’s true!

Next time I’ll allow one or two slaves to wait on me hand and foot. Because the only thing that could have made the day better would have been a bunch of groveling bitches crawling behind me, ready to feed me grapes at a snap of my finger.


San Francisco/Oakland/Bay Area: October 28th to November 1st

And finally, I’ll be in the Bay Area this week from Monday to Friday. As the primary reason for my trip is personal, I do not have many time slots available for sessions. I’m prioritizing longer sessions (2h minimum). I still have some availability – however if you know me, then you know that an earlier notice is better. Apply here.

Oh, also! I’m shooting with Elise Graves on this trip! Can’t wait to make some heavily restrained smut with her. 😈 I’ve admired her bondage work for quite some time now and am soooo excited to finally meet her in person.


And finally, here’s a Twitter roundup for those of you less technologically socially inclined.

I love leaving my mark! The best way to leave marks is with blood. The slave’s blood, obviously.

One of my favorite things to do in session is to do horrific things to my victims while having delightfully cheerful pop music going on in the background. I feel like it adds a wonderful contrast to the tortures that are at hand. Last year, I played Hall and Oates for probably 75% of my sessions.

I figured the Shania Twain soundtrack would be suitable this time as I was wearing the cowboy boots that he had purchased me for my birthday. I went for a whole country western soundtrack the entirety of the session.

The greatest benefit of putting on popular music in the background is that the next time my sub hears Shania, he will inevitably think of my relentless ball whipping. Memories! They’re the gift that keep on giving, truly.


That’s it for now!

Did this post give you a boner in any way, shape, or form? A gift off my wishlist is much better than a cum tribute.


Photo by Ryan Bussard!