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Perhaps you would like some insight into how I became a Dominatrix. For the sake of theatrics I suppose I'll simply imagine myself on a worn chaise lounge in the classical therapy patient position; hands folded and resting on my abdomen, staring up at the ceiling fan that whirs rhythmically as I ramble on & on about my in an attempt to shed a bit of light onto exactly how it was I became the glamour domme you're so keen to get to know today.
Well, doc, I'm gonna give it to ya straight. I was spoiled rotten from my earliest of days. My parents divorced before I could walk. I don't have a single memory of having ever seen them in the same room. All of my life they seem to have shared the stereotypical mentality of misplaced guilt that it seems most divorced parents have. They followed the formula for the making of a monster & made the same mistake that a lot of divorced parents do - they orchestrated war on one another, distanced themselves from me emotionally & in a backwards attempt to make sense of it all they fooishly gave in to my every bratty demand as a wayward attempt to compensate for the lack of a traditional family upbringing. Undoubtedly you may be thinking that this sounds like it could turn into a Veruca Salt a la "Willy Wonka" scenario at any moment (& you would be completely correct for thinking so. You may be wondering if I was raised an only child to which the answer would be - of course.
I've been told many times that as a child my very first word was "No," and that I used it with a tone of commanding authority from the very beginning. I must have loved the word so very much that I became infatuated with the idea the word "no" could be used by no one else and especially never used in a manner directed at me. I was quite ruthless as a little girl. Though well-mannered and eloquent I had a thirst for control and a rebellious urge to buck at any system of control. Even as a little girl I saw breaking rules as conquests & enforcement of my will & demands as obligation to those around me. I've felt bent in all aspects of my life to be in control of my environment and bend it to my will as long as I can remember & I've always revelled in getting my own wicked way.
As I said before, I remember being told at some point that I couldn't watch the movie "Exit to Eden" on HBO. I was probably 12 or so. For obvious reasons my parents didn't want me watching something so adult themed, but being told I was forbidden to do pretty much anything I wanted was foreign territory. Every week my mother would take me to Blockbuster and let me rent whatever movies I'd like. I'd watched all kinds of movies and an R rating hadn't stopped her from allowing me to watch something before. I felt slighted. I mean, come on - according to her own admission my very first in-theater movie was "The Terminator." I was livid. How were we going to start arguing the semantics of morality and morays of code NOW?
So; there it is. Droll as it may be, my deviant sexuality was pretty much rooted in the vainglorious attempt to destroy any and all attempts to tell me "No" and it all started because I wasn't allowed to watch whatever I wanted. From foundation to framing and built into the glory before you; Madame Voodoo Laroux was built 100% of spoiled rotten brat. To quote the immortal words of Veruca Salt "I don't care how, I want it NOW"
The rest of my story has it's ups and downs like anyone elses. My teen years were awkward at best and filled with watching anime and filling my time with extracurriculars at school in an ironic attempt to avoid social interactions. I worked at a bank as a high school intern and took night classes at the local community college in order to earn my AA before my high school senior graduation through a program for advanced students. Somehow I hoped that if I pushed myself hard enough and attempted to fit into the status quo by bending over backwards I may feel a little less out of place with all of my peers. Let's just fast forward by saying my attempts at living the norm were an epic fail that led to frustration that lead to depression. I struggled through my somehow even more awkward early 20's and bounced from one retail job to another until I had all but throw my hands up in the air with exasperation. I found myself in a local job-finders facility searching the want ads for answers to the immortal question; what the hell am I doing with my life.
In a million years I'd have never expected to find myself circling an add that read "Adult Chat Hostess" over and over again with what felt like giddiness and glee for the first time since my childhood. I felt a spark of hope. That spark lead to a fire. Could this be what I thought it was? It absolutely was.
I met my future phone sex boss lady in an old pizzaria near where I lived at the time and we hit it off at once. She said loved my candor, enthusiasm, and especially relished the youthful and & saccharine voice. She said it would be an instant hit. She was right. Apparently callers couldn't get enough of hearing someone who sounded like a children's cartoon character unleash unholy hell in a torrent of demands & orders. I couldn't wrap my mind around it but for the first time in my life my weird and out of place nature seemed to fit right in. On the phone sex line I found myself saying all sorts of things I'd been thinking but never dared utter to another soul. At the time I was 21, and in all honesty I'd only ever had 3 lovers and vanilla-at-best sexual encounters with the aforementioned. Most of what I learned about kink, sex, and sensuality happened over the phone with strangers I'd never met. I found myself immersed in an endless study and fascination of things I'd never heard of before - things like pegging, or what it meant to be a cuckhold. I read literotica like it was going out of style, and found myself watching porn unabashedly for the first time in my life without blushing. When it comes to fascination & topics I'm passionate about the only word to describe my hunger for more and more knowledge is ravenous. I found myself devouring every and any resource I could find that would help me develop my phone persona. I NEEDED to be the desire of my callers - I wanted them to desperately yearn to hear my voice throughout their mundane day to day. I wanted them to want me, needed them to need me, and yes, just like the song goes, I loved them to love me - my callers, I mean. I couldn't get enough.
And so my phone boning evolved into a love of dark burlesque, and being part of the teasing tango grew into more sordid performances still. I found myself at all sorts of souirees and somehow stumbled into my first local munch. I was a big hit at a local kink studio & performed a belly dance routine that wooed the crowd. A bit of chit-chat later I ended up being introduced to the Domme dyke that would later become my mentor. We talked for a while about my plans for the future & I could tell by the gleam in her eyes that she was on board with seeing me learn and grow with as much enthusiasm & compassion as she could pour into the endeavor of such aspiration. We ended up living together & she taught me a great many things about life and how to become the ruler of my own domain. During the day I went to school as a cosmetology student, at night I'd transform into the Domme persona of my dreams. I worked part time at the mall to get by on bills but my heart just wasn't in it - I knew that I couldn't go back to doing the 9 to 5 bit.
I've been involved in BDSM culture now for 4 years. I enjoy attending munches and local kink events. As you can see I've started my own webpage and I've began to establish a web presence of sorts. I've been learning by touch bit by bit. On that front I suppose we'll just just see how it goes.
My dungeon is amazing. I feel as if these days I spend almost all of my time in the dungeon doing sessions or on my computer & expanding my web presence. I keep building on my skills & tool sets.
I'm admittedly a shop-a-holic when it comes to kink culture & fetish wear. Outside of working on my social media sites & doing scenes I always find time to do a little more online shopping.
I'm still a licensed cosmetologist & still love the art of helping others find their own beauty in transformation. Most of my clients in that area of my art are people I've become close to that either come get their hair done at my place or I go to theirs. I love that I've been given an opportunity to be able to do both things I love so passionately.
If you have any questions or more information you'd like to see here feel free to e-mail me & I'll get back to you at my earliest possible convenience.
If you'd like to visit my dungeon or get more information on my services available feel free to contact me at the email link provided above or click here to schedule a session.
Well, doc, I'm gonna give it to ya straight. I was spoiled rotten from my earliest of days. My parents divorced before I could walk. I don't have a single memory of having ever seen them in the same room. All of my life they seem to have shared the stereotypical mentality of misplaced guilt that it seems most divorced parents have. They followed the formula for the making of a monster & made the same mistake that a lot of divorced parents do - they orchestrated war on one another, distanced themselves from me emotionally & in a backwards attempt to make sense of it all they fooishly gave in to my every bratty demand as a wayward attempt to compensate for the lack of a traditional family upbringing. Undoubtedly you may be thinking that this sounds like it could turn into a Veruca Salt a la "Willy Wonka" scenario at any moment (& you would be completely correct for thinking so. You may be wondering if I was raised an only child to which the answer would be - of course.
I've been told many times that as a child my very first word was "No," and that I used it with a tone of commanding authority from the very beginning. I must have loved the word so very much that I became infatuated with the idea the word "no" could be used by no one else and especially never used in a manner directed at me. I was quite ruthless as a little girl. Though well-mannered and eloquent I had a thirst for control and a rebellious urge to buck at any system of control. Even as a little girl I saw breaking rules as conquests & enforcement of my will & demands as obligation to those around me. I've felt bent in all aspects of my life to be in control of my environment and bend it to my will as long as I can remember & I've always revelled in getting my own wicked way.
As I said before, I remember being told at some point that I couldn't watch the movie "Exit to Eden" on HBO. I was probably 12 or so. For obvious reasons my parents didn't want me watching something so adult themed, but being told I was forbidden to do pretty much anything I wanted was foreign territory. Every week my mother would take me to Blockbuster and let me rent whatever movies I'd like. I'd watched all kinds of movies and an R rating hadn't stopped her from allowing me to watch something before. I felt slighted. I mean, come on - according to her own admission my very first in-theater movie was "The Terminator." I was livid. How were we going to start arguing the semantics of morality and morays of code NOW?
So; there it is. Droll as it may be, my deviant sexuality was pretty much rooted in the vainglorious attempt to destroy any and all attempts to tell me "No" and it all started because I wasn't allowed to watch whatever I wanted. From foundation to framing and built into the glory before you; Madame Voodoo Laroux was built 100% of spoiled rotten brat. To quote the immortal words of Veruca Salt "I don't care how, I want it NOW"
The rest of my story has it's ups and downs like anyone elses. My teen years were awkward at best and filled with watching anime and filling my time with extracurriculars at school in an ironic attempt to avoid social interactions. I worked at a bank as a high school intern and took night classes at the local community college in order to earn my AA before my high school senior graduation through a program for advanced students. Somehow I hoped that if I pushed myself hard enough and attempted to fit into the status quo by bending over backwards I may feel a little less out of place with all of my peers. Let's just fast forward by saying my attempts at living the norm were an epic fail that led to frustration that lead to depression. I struggled through my somehow even more awkward early 20's and bounced from one retail job to another until I had all but throw my hands up in the air with exasperation. I found myself in a local job-finders facility searching the want ads for answers to the immortal question; what the hell am I doing with my life.
In a million years I'd have never expected to find myself circling an add that read "Adult Chat Hostess" over and over again with what felt like giddiness and glee for the first time since my childhood. I felt a spark of hope. That spark lead to a fire. Could this be what I thought it was? It absolutely was.
I met my future phone sex boss lady in an old pizzaria near where I lived at the time and we hit it off at once. She said loved my candor, enthusiasm, and especially relished the youthful and & saccharine voice. She said it would be an instant hit. She was right. Apparently callers couldn't get enough of hearing someone who sounded like a children's cartoon character unleash unholy hell in a torrent of demands & orders. I couldn't wrap my mind around it but for the first time in my life my weird and out of place nature seemed to fit right in. On the phone sex line I found myself saying all sorts of things I'd been thinking but never dared utter to another soul. At the time I was 21, and in all honesty I'd only ever had 3 lovers and vanilla-at-best sexual encounters with the aforementioned. Most of what I learned about kink, sex, and sensuality happened over the phone with strangers I'd never met. I found myself immersed in an endless study and fascination of things I'd never heard of before - things like pegging, or what it meant to be a cuckhold. I read literotica like it was going out of style, and found myself watching porn unabashedly for the first time in my life without blushing. When it comes to fascination & topics I'm passionate about the only word to describe my hunger for more and more knowledge is ravenous. I found myself devouring every and any resource I could find that would help me develop my phone persona. I NEEDED to be the desire of my callers - I wanted them to desperately yearn to hear my voice throughout their mundane day to day. I wanted them to want me, needed them to need me, and yes, just like the song goes, I loved them to love me - my callers, I mean. I couldn't get enough.
And so my phone boning evolved into a love of dark burlesque, and being part of the teasing tango grew into more sordid performances still. I found myself at all sorts of souirees and somehow stumbled into my first local munch. I was a big hit at a local kink studio & performed a belly dance routine that wooed the crowd. A bit of chit-chat later I ended up being introduced to the Domme dyke that would later become my mentor. We talked for a while about my plans for the future & I could tell by the gleam in her eyes that she was on board with seeing me learn and grow with as much enthusiasm & compassion as she could pour into the endeavor of such aspiration. We ended up living together & she taught me a great many things about life and how to become the ruler of my own domain. During the day I went to school as a cosmetology student, at night I'd transform into the Domme persona of my dreams. I worked part time at the mall to get by on bills but my heart just wasn't in it - I knew that I couldn't go back to doing the 9 to 5 bit.
I've been involved in BDSM culture now for 4 years. I enjoy attending munches and local kink events. As you can see I've started my own webpage and I've began to establish a web presence of sorts. I've been learning by touch bit by bit. On that front I suppose we'll just just see how it goes.
My dungeon is amazing. I feel as if these days I spend almost all of my time in the dungeon doing sessions or on my computer & expanding my web presence. I keep building on my skills & tool sets.
I'm admittedly a shop-a-holic when it comes to kink culture & fetish wear. Outside of working on my social media sites & doing scenes I always find time to do a little more online shopping.
I'm still a licensed cosmetologist & still love the art of helping others find their own beauty in transformation. Most of my clients in that area of my art are people I've become close to that either come get their hair done at my place or I go to theirs. I love that I've been given an opportunity to be able to do both things I love so passionately.
If you have any questions or more information you'd like to see here feel free to e-mail me & I'll get back to you at my earliest possible convenience.
If you'd like to visit my dungeon or get more information on my services available feel free to contact me at the email link provided above or click here to schedule a session.
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