Cystalized into its purest essence….
Have FUN! These words adorn a simple paperweight on My desk… and I do my absolute best to live by them. I have but one chance in this little audition called life, and I endeavor to live every moment to the fullest. Life is too short to dress without flair, to to deny myself the pleasure of fine food and spirits, deny opportunities to see the world, to sleep eight hours a day or basically just act My age! Anything worth doing is well….worth overdoing!

FEMALES RULE… males follow!
I am a firm believer in this tenet of life. As a Transgendered Person, I bring a unique perspective to this philosophy. To you lowly submissive males…. I have knelt in your place. I have experienced the good, the bad and the totally forgettable among the ranks of Dominatrices. Some have been inspirational. Some have been pretenders who lacked the passion and confidence to convincingly embrace their roles. Others have become jaded and approach their rightful place with indifference and a distinct lack of passion.

Well My dears…. I can assure you…. I lack no passion and zeal for what I do. I experienced many years ago the wonderfully warm and wicked feelings that flow through My veins when I stand in front of the mirror, clad in skintight black leather, latex or pvc, My long legs perched atop dangerous ice pick heels, My blonde tresses framing brooding, smokey eyes and full crimson lips. I have become the Mistress of My dreams, and your nightmares!

Are there Mistresses with larger dungeons? Most certainly. Are there Mistresses with a larger arsenal of whips or cbt devices? To be sure! But these things do not a Mistress make! There is but one indespensible piece of equipment a true Mistress must have. A wickedly devious, inventive, and sadistic mind. An unbridled love and enthusiasm for inflicting pain, suffering and exherting total control over her underlings.

The process begins with my selection of outfits, footwear, even the application of makeup. I am a classic fetishist. No long dresses or gowns, nor chunky platform shoes here. Second skin tight, black, shiny, aromatic, sharp, lethal, dangerous are just some of the words that describe My dress.

It continues with My style. No endless, tedious rope tying in virtual silence here. I will be in your face from the first moment, pressing up against you, breathing words that titilate, frighten, entice and fill you with a delicious mix of lust, fear, even dread. I will say things to you that will make you relax one moment, and your blood curdle the next.Some I say for effect… others… I am deadly serious about. But only I know which.

I get in that little brain of your’s and poke, twist away with My thoughts, just as My heels poke and twist into your flesh!

It is not the sensation of the whip striking you that you truly desire! It is the devilish smile that breaks across the face of your Tormentress as She hears that lovely whoosh, the impact and the cry and moan that follows. Your Mistress must enjoy what she is doing, nay… LOVE what She is doing to you! You must hear that in Her voice, see it in her eyes, feel it in Her touch.

This is the essence of true domination. This IS Mistress Divinyl!