A whisper.
A look.
That’s how it begins — the thread pulled, the trap set, and suddenly, you’re inside The Court.
I don’t bark. I don’t chase.
I command with a whisper — and often, with nothing at all.
Most obey before they even realise they’ve submitted.
You’ll kneel long before I ever ask.
I’ve spent over a decade in the fetish world — studying how power moves, how tension builds, and how a single look can unmake someone.
I am a creator.
A Domme.
The Madame.