✦ The short of it ✦
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I’m not here for casual dominance or instant gratification. I want something slow and deliberate with a mind that can contend, a tone that can still, and hands that can exercise reverence as well as restraint.
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I’m mouthy, whimsical, filthy-minded, occasionally feral.
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Don’t tell me to submit. Make me want to.
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✦ The long of it ✦
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Maybe I ask too much, cave too soon, think too deeply. Maybe I romanticise the ache of it all. Maybe I want to be seen first, understood before I’m used and claimed. Maybe I want to be ruined by someone who offers containment and commands control, who curates a connection that touches the mind as a precursor to the body.
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I’m a soft-bodied, sharp-minded woman with curves and contradictions in equal measure. I’m a feminist, degenerate, demisexual, sapiosexual, humanist. A service-oriented submissive, masochist who thrives under precision and intention. Power, to me, is more than a performance. It’s an edict built out of consent, attunement, and humility.
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My kinks live in the quiet war between control and chaos: Power exchange, impact play, orgasm control, choking, slapping, marking, restraints, overstimulation, praise tangled with ***, sensation and mindfuckery, all orbiting that sacred pause between “yes, Sir” and “make me.”
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Outside of kink, I’m equal parts poet and pedagogue. I read too much, write constantly, talk to my plants like pets, and geek out on true crime. I love live music, late-night philosophy, and the kind of humor that makes you wince before you laugh.
If you’ve made it this far, thank you for your curiosity. Say hi and send me a haiku. Theme: The Devastation of Consciousness xD