DOMINATRIX

  October 15, 2019

I am always evolving as a courtesan and pleasure provider. I have sensed my new calling and heeded the signs. I will be offering domination.

My future reign as a mistress has been brewing for a long time and, patience please, the transformation is still in an evolutionary state.

Domination will not be a service on the menu; it is not a given and will require an application to ensure the correct fit between diva provider and horny client.

I am under the tutelage of Mistress Electra Amore who is guiding me along me this path. I have an innate dominatrix that is unique to me only and will not be providing a generic, commercial dominatrix experience. This will be purely all about me – not an extension, but a part of my true self.

There may be an assumption that I will be conventional and do classic S & M services and cock and ball torture, but I won’t. I love cock and balls too much; I don’t want to flatten them in a vice and leave you there for half a day. My domination pleasure garden will be more about the dynamic of being served. My subs will get it if we are in synch: it’s about an affinity between people with a lot in common.

I see wallet domination on the horizon; high fashion, Louboutin-loving slaves will also play in the sandbox. My Dom is evolving for me. I am naturally bossy and like to be served. I want my slaves to be highly functioning individuals in society who just adore worshiping and pleasing me and being hospitable at the highest level.

My clients know me well and are well acquainted with my honesty, moods and highly expressed eye roll. Sometimes it’s ‘how dare you book me. Let alone talk.’ Did you just bring calories into my house? Arsehole. Put the money in the bank so I don’t have to march up there. Just say yes mistress. This is usual white noise assertiveness. I like things done the way I like them done – that’s just a normal Wednesday for me. Of course, wearing the crown of the dominatrix takes it to a whole other level, and artform.

My absolute favourite instruction from my first tutorial with Mistress Amore: when the man pays you in cash, all the notes must have the female face up. If even one is wrong she will toss the money around the room and instruct “crawl down, get it.” She won’t tell him how to do it; he has to work it out eventually.

Mistress Amore knows how to rock it. She has one of those mortuary gurneys in her bedroom, and is also a latex couturier. She custom made one of my body suits for a shoot: this pink horror whipped up by this pseudo couro that needed to be rescued. We were basically just high on solvents by the end of it, laughing with each other. She is a mistress at Jedi level and I am appreciative that I get a chance to soak up her latex-clad wit and wisdom.

As I love to evolve as a worker and, frankly, artist the idea of exploring new talents and adding a string to my bow is very appealing. But my lifelong philosophy still stands: I am of the view that a person should never commercialise anything that they wouldn’t otherwise do. You don’t have to offer it all – just what interests you. The people will find you. ‘Prostitution’ is a whole other concept. It’s a dirty word because it means that someone is selling what they really don’t want to offer. Someone is there because they are fucked financially. Buzzkill!

I am here and I am Miss Christine McQueen by choice. I’m choosing everything, including the addition of ‘dominatrix’ to the menu – for select parties. My criteria for any service are always: I know I can do it really well and it will amuse me. If you happen to like it, happy days.

Not all people who apply will get a booking however. You can’t just order a dominatrix; it is a developmental relationship and you have to come to the party. I don’t know who the fuck you are. I don’t care who you are. You have to audition past that.

I am very happy and comfortable saying this – I am not interested in the contents of your head. When I dominate you, it will not be of interest to me for much more than half an hour. I can be kind to you and extend to a whole hour because you have an hour parking so I may as well use it up, but I would like you more if you left early.

I am just there for the shits and giggles physically. Then, kindly get out and leave me to my jewels, Louboutins and Bollinger, the things that really please me. I like going through my motions, fiddling in the house and having guests over. I really don’t want my fun to be compromised and whatever fun I do have get eroded by anything second rate, or anybody’s cheap thrills. As soon as someone is a bore, out they go.

I am chomping at the bit to be a dominatrix. Mental and physical grovelling brings out the blood lust in me. My subs will be treated like my bitch. They will thank me in the end, obviously.

I won’t outline my skill set right now for those who want to go into a client headspace at a distance and treat themselves to a Zipless wank. The right men will be booking. Prices? I’ll let you know in my own good time. You better be cashed up. If your coin comes from ill gotten gains however or takes food off someone’s table who depends on you, I will suss it. You will know of my dismay and distaste for your soul – all the way, all clients across the board.

I don’t need to thieve; there are a million clients who want to fuck me. There are so many escorts and dominatrixes who will take money out of the mouths of a client’s children. Not this sex worker. Is that sexy? Does it really get my clitoris into the saddle? Hardly. I’m not a rip off. I’m not there to take more than my fair share. That’s it.

An applicant for a submissive role must read my form thoroughly. Unless your approach is the flip side of the same high quality coin, don’t apply. I’m not going to force myself to do anything. I’m not interested in professional slaves either. I am only looking for my people.

How do you apply? If you’re smart enough to figure it out you’ll be under my shoe in no time.

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