I will never do anything that I do not enjoy. That is how I stay genuine, and true to the meaning of Female Supremacy. So, if it is listed on this website as an interest, that means I enjoy it. I have also decided to give a short explanation of my own motivations behind My particular favourites.
First though, I will tell you the activities in which I will CATEGORICALLY not partake. These include:
I am one of the few true ScatQueens worldwide. I use human toilets more than I sit on porcelain. I know toilet slaves inside out. Every inch of your being. I understand your craving and I will give you exactly what you desire so much: The chance to explore your inner calling in the ultimate form of servitude to a woman, to for that short while of utter humiliation and degradation simply be, as an object of servitude.
Taking a man with a strap-on had been my sexual fantasy for years before I came to be a Mistress. I guess I have always been somewhat disappointed not to be able to grow a penis on demand. I love shoving my cock up men who open up to me and let their inner sluts fly free. It’s like watching a flower blossom. When I see you go from a timid or reserved man to a filthy screaming whore who just can’t get enough of my dick, I feel like a million dollars.
I see the use of my single tails (my bullwhip and signal whip) on willing human targets as an art and a sport. I love to tantalise you with the smell of the leather, the feeling of the snake like tail sliding over you shoulder blades, the expectation of that foreboding crack as the momentum reaches the tip of the whip, and the slice it makes across your skin when it finally strikes flesh. I love the way whipping makes my entire body sweat. The adrenaline rush is just so perfect, and the suffering of my target, the eye contact when you look over your shoulder and breath down your neck as you turn your head to see the pure animalistic hunger in My eyes. My god I love whipping,
When I was a teenager, all my friends were boys. Boys being boys, they used to get a bit naughty and do and say things that I didn’t necessarily like. I discovered a great way of kerbing their bad behaviour though… a good kick in the balls did wonders to shut them up. And thus began my foray into ballbusting.