Femme Fatale Dominatrix
My approach is entirely cerebral — shaped by years in academia, a lifelong devotion to classical literature, a love of avant-garde cinema, and a working fluency in how power conducts itself when it assumes itself unobserved. When I wasn't walking the runways of New York Fashion Week or performing as an internationally recognized television star, I was in the boardroom, seated across from men like you. For years I was given a rare view of how men behave in rooms where they believe no woman is watching. I have carried that knowledge from the boardroom to my boudoir. The men who run the world hold no mystery for me. I came up among men — and learned, in the process, how to master them.
My practice moves between two modalities.
There is The Companion — cultured, quick-witted, an experienced conversationalist who intimately understands your world, your responsibilities, your passions and your fears.
And there is The Controller — the one who reads you before the first touch, who takes hold of what you have spent a lifetime managing and gives you, exactly, the thing you have never been able to ask for.
