Being called “bossy” is perhaps my longest standing memory. BDSM is coded within my psyche from a young age, and it’s been a lifelong pursuit to play well with others.
It makes my stomach lurch to say that I am “naturally dominant,” as I’ve witnessed many toxic people regurgitate this phrase with little respect to the D/s dynamic (often sneering about whether or not they thought someone was dominant or submissive), but it is truly appropriate. I like to call myself “particular” or “nuanced”; I know what I like and I know what I do not like. I see it as a service to teach others how to serve at a higher caliber, and I expect exceptional service in return, or I’ve failed to teach. I do not like to fail.
The things that have deeply imprinted on me: I remember the first time I saw Michelle Pfeiffer in latex cracking her whip, as well as the first time I had been handed one myself. I remember that spark when I first saw Trent Reznor bound in “Closer” on MTV, and my love of handcuffs while playing cops and robbers. I remember my first fetish ball at 18, my first leather corset from Hydra in Tucson, and I remember consciously pumping my brakes because I could feel the lust and curiosity to dive feet first into the deep end screaming at me.
Fast forward to stepping onto set, a whip placed in my hand, I was either going to sink or swim. My firsthand exposure to whipping and corporal punishment was spoiled: I was handed masochists. Seven years ago, a fan gifted me a set of finger floggers and wanted me to be his first experience. I didn’t want to traumatize him, so I dove in deeper to refine my skills for the kinky curious. Further down the rabbit hole, I found myself surrounded by familiar faces from friends’ groups I’ve been invested in for years. The universe dropped the mentors I needed into my lap, and it has felt like my pathway has been a giant neon-lit road saying “I’m glad that you finally made it here.”
Professionally, I’ve stayed in the fringe for the last 13 years in film and production, Club Dom included. This isn’t something I wanted to treat casually. I didn’t want a bad experience to taint me forever.
My work is a reflection of me, steeped in nuance and variety. On one end it can be patient, sensual and deliberate. On the other it’s sadistic and primal. I don’t experience the cerebral and the carnal as opposites. They’re the same hand reaching through different doors.
We all have our strengths and weaknesses, and I’m a firm believer in setting someone up for success. This is why my intake is longer: I expect you to invest some time and energy to show mutual interest. Where some dogs fail the police academy, they excel elsewhere.
Consent and good communication are critical for me. In order to dive deep into a person’s psyche, familiarity and trust are paramount to achieving my personal fetish of intimacy and Total Power Exchange (TPE): someone’s willingness to make me happy despite themselves. I’ve taken my time to learn the care and respect needed to show up to my role responsibly as a dominant: safe, sane and consensual (SSC), as well as risk aware (RACK).
Outside of the dungeon I’m drawn to the soul of humanity in art, philosophy, theology, and psychology. I love all mediums that express the internal world, but gravitate most to surrealism: Frida Kahlo was my gateway drug as a kid who grew up in the Sonoran Desert; then Dalí expressed my rebellious teenage soul. During the pandemic I finally took a figure drawing class, where I found Egon Schiele, whose contorted bodies feel like they’re in conversation with the same forces that move through Mine. Lifting weights and the gym are my happy place. Hiking is the escape I take when even the spa isn’t far enough.