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.