Trampling

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Into trampling, human furniture, physical ***.

Can serve, follow command (sexual or non sexual) give professional massage etc

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Mistress Omega’s reign is not history—it is happening now.
She and the formidable Mistress Nicole forged their legacy in 1998, when they opened their first dungeon in Woodland Hills, California. What began as a modest chamber of discipline quickly grew into something far more powerful. Within a year, their influence demanded a larger domain, and a sprawling 3,000-square-foot facility in Chatsworth was reborn as the infamous Omega’s Lair.

The Lair is a landmark of West Coast fetish culture—its walls still remember the screams, the rituals, the obedience, and the exquisite suffering. Candlelit chambers, towering suspension rigs, leather-wrapped bondage posts, cold steel restraints, and masked attendants waiting silently in the shadows… The air tastes of incense, , and anticipation. Hundreds of private sessions, elite gatherings, and decadent fetish parties unfold within its corridors—where is art, power is currency, and pleasure is earned inch by inch.

Mistress Omega and Mistress Nicole continue to create a vast and respected video archive—over 400 original films written, directed, and performed by the Mistresses and their carefully chosen players from Hollywood, New York, London, and Mumbai. Every scene is psychological warfare as much as physical domination: interrogation, control, electric discipline, mummification, trampling, foot worship, corporal punishment, , and ritualized servitude. Their cruelty is elegant. Their control is absolute.

Their reputation reaches far beyond California. Named among LA’s Top 10 Dommes and known worldwide as “The Laughing Dommes,” they are ed and worshipped for their wicked humor—ing subjects while laughing in delight at their trembling devotion. Their charisma, precision, and psychological skill cannot be imitated. When they enter a room, submission is not optional—it is instinct.

In the present day, Mistress Omega’s sessions are extremely selective, and her standards are ruthless. Only sincere, mentally stable, and properly trained submissives survive her vetting. Her dungeon in Tarzana is a living theater of discipline: leather, iron, wood, spike, candle wax, electro, breath control, confinement, foot worship, CBT, pet play, feminization, , corporal punishment, and full manipulation. Servitude here is not pretend—it is transformation.

Applications are open, but acceptance is rare.

The worthy will kneel.
The weak will flee.

Those granted the privilege of serving Mistress Omega leave changed—marked in body and memory, broken open and rebuilt under her command. Her presence strips away ego and leaves only truth, obedience, and raw vulnerability.

She reminds every applicant:

“Be careful what you wish for… you just may get it.”

Now accepting select applications for servitude in Tarzana, California.