Height—5'7" with legs to die for
Weight—Fuck Off
Eyes—Hazel
Figure—I own an hourglass that would stop a clock, and carry a 38D chest that I only let special pets and gay men touch.
Feet—Shoe size 9M with perfectly pedicured toes that love to be worshipped.
I’m a former good girl with bad thoughts. I did well in school and was able to do the corporate gig for quite awhile until I couldn’t take pushing that boulder any more. Now I follow my passions by binding, tormenting, and humiliating my subjects. I don’t suffer fools easily and demand a pound of flesh from those who cancel without notice. Of course sometimes I just want my pound of flesh. Most of the time I’m a high maintenance Diva, but then there are those moments when I like to slum it in dank bars filled with strippers. I am a highly educated bipolar bitch who loves to watch men take huge cocks up their ass when I’m not reading the Economist magazine. Hot women and successful men are turn-ons, but lowlife scum have their place in life too. While I will do initial sessions with most—to become a special pet you need to be something extreme. Mediocrity is the worst form of boredom.
While I’m pretty sharp, I’m not totally evolved yet. I still hunt for truth when I’m not searching for the perfect cup of coffee, and I hunger to watch great movies in the dark with a box of hot buttered popcorn.
I have a great opinion of myself when I’m not filled with self-loathing. I love men who are wolves, but can’t stand pigs. I adore muscular men, but don’t ask me to go to the gym.
You want more than that? Check out my blog, Domina Dea Speaks.
