I won’t lie when I say that My earliest BDSM fantasies reach back to childhood, imagining boys tied up and their cocks teased and tormented. Yet, despite this inner fire, I spent many years far from what I now embody as a Goddess. I used to be the archetypal strong, independent woman: a workaholic, who never relied on anyone, running a business already during My studies and carrying the weight of life on My own shoulders.
But I am not ashamed of those years. They shaped Me and brought invaluable lesson - the power of surrender. I experienced striving for submission Myself, as it was the only space where I could truly let go, where both My body and mind could soften and rest. It was a hidden sanctuary for a woman who always had to be in control.
Eventually, My overwork took its toll. Health issues forced Me inward and into healing, and through that healing I realized something profound: I am not here to compete with men. I am here to lead, to inspire, to be worshipped - not as a performer, but as a living embodiment of the divine feminine.
At first, I explored Femdom as a service provider. It was a playground for discovering My preferences, understanding the vast spectrum of kinks, and testing My power. And as I immersed Myself in Goddess worship and the dance between divine feminine and masculine energies, I began to unlearn old survival patterns and align with My truth.
I no longer play a role. I am the role.
I became a Goddess in the truest sense - embodied, sovereign and in honour to My divine calling.