Frosty Outside, Filthy Inside

Snow greeted Me this morning. Three inches overnight and still falling. Cute. As if that would stop Me from driving to My dungeon. When someone has earned My time, I show up - no excuses, no hesitation.

The Mini Manor is unlike anything else in the Valley - intimate, inviting, and entirely Mine. Every themed playroom intentionally arranged. A comfortable sitting room for those first nervous breaths. A deliciously kinky library filled with fiction, nonfiction, and the kind of filth that inspires creativity. A washroom, a kitchen, all the essentials for long sessions, overnights, and extended stays. Privately owned, operated, and curated by Yours Truly.

Today, I enjoyed an extended session with a newer-to-Me supplicant - his second chance at My feet. And the boy did not disappoint. He wants to be used as much as I delight in using him. There’s an inner slut beneath that surface, waiting to be exposed, and I’m more than happy to coax it forward, inch by eager inch.

As we enter the last month of 2025, I find Myself reflecting on the past eleven months that disappeared in a blur. Memorable sessions that left Me smirking long after the door closed. Lessons, growth, and plenty of moments that sparked a warm ache in My nethers. Opportunities to share My knowledge with fellow Femdoms. And to continue guiding My phenomenal mentee, Mistress March, through advanced skill-based activities and the intricate world of D/s dynamics.

Next year, I’ll be offering even more of Myself as I pursue My passion for coaching couples on the finer nuances of Dominance and submission - helping them navigate power dynamics with clarity, intention, and a little bit of wicked inspiration.
More details on that soon.

My December books are open, and I am accepting session requests.
Make it interesting.
Otherwise, I may simply pass you by.

The Sacred Exchange of Gratitude

Gratitude is more than a polite phrase between us.

It’s the way you pause before approaching Me, the way your breath steadies, your mind softens, and you remember why you come to Me at all. That quiet reverence is where your gratitude truly lives.

When you bring Me that energy - intentional, aware, sincere - I feel it immediately. It turns even the smallest interaction into a ceremony. A moment of devotion. A reminder that what we share is chosen and deliberate, not casual.

And while I expect gratitude from you,
you should know something in return:

I hold My own gratitude for the ones who serve Me well.
For the submissives who show up with patience, respect, and a shining sincerity.
Your offerings, your presence, your consistency.
Each one lands like a small jewel at My feet.
And yes… I notice them all.

If you wish to stay in My world, let gratitude be more than words.
Let it be how you carry yourself with Me.
Steady.
Intentional.
Devoted.

Show Me your gratitude. And feel Mine in return.

Unable to serve Me in the flesh?
Send Me something special from My wishlist.
Your gifts are sent directly to My PO Box.
Go ahead. Indulge Me.

I’m Only Roasting the Ones Who Beg Nicely

Be sure to arrive fully defrosted, darling.

I’ll truss you up like the most decadent Thanksgiving turkey - bound tight, sprinkled with My favorite spicy seasoning salt, and prepared for a very special kind of “stuffing.” Both ends, of course. Then I’ll roast you spit-style until you’re golden, tender, and dripping with delicious, obedient juiciness.

I have nothing but time this month… well, between all the snacks, cakes, and pie holes that require My attention.

Present yourself for a session of bondage, gratitude, and a feast you won’t forget.

If you’re new to Me, you’ll need to pass My basic screening to ensure compatibility. Send an email to request an Application.

If you’ve already had the privilege of serving Me, you may email Me your request - or ring during My phone hours. My contact details are on this page. Go find them. Show Me you remember how.

Now… come play with Me.

Did You Miss Me? Come Show Me Your Gratitude

Did you miss Me?
Of course you did.

Since drifting back from Houston, I haven’t exactly been in a writing mood… but I could feel your impatience. Your restless little eyes checking for updates. Your hungry mind wondering what I’ve been doing while you’ve been pining. So I thought I’d slip in, just long enough to catch you up on what’s been happening in My world.

H-Town, as always, did not disappoint. I scored the most delicious little rental in Montrose with an old friend - someone who knows exactly how to keep Me entertained. It felt like high school mischief all over again: staying up past any reasonable bedtime, sharing sinful late-night desserts in bed while trashy reality TV, brushing each other’s makeup on with a teasing touch, indulging in incredible local dining, and melting away hours at a Korean spa. A perfect blend of decadent and wicked.

The reason for the trip, our kinky Halloween Party, was the real centerpiece. A private celebration honoring the retirement of a legend in Our world: Mistress Precious. After decades of exquisite, elite Domination, She has finally hung up Her boots. And the subs of Houston released a collective sigh.

She has been an inspiration, a teacher, a mentor, and a genuine friend. While our friendship continues, She’ll now be sinking into softer landings, luxury resorts, and spas worthy of Her reign. A well-earned descent into leisure.

As for Me? I’ve kept My claws exquisitely sharp on a few willing, eager supplicants. A Domme like Me doesn’t “take breaks.” I simply choose My moments. And My prey.

If you think you deserve consideration, you may send Me an email requesting an Application. I am very much a quality-over-quantity creature—interested only in crafting mind-bending, pulse-quickening, unforgettable sessions. Encounters that stay with you long after you’ve crawled home… until the inevitable moment you find yourself crawling right back, aching for more. Just like all the others granted the privilege of kneeling at My feet.

I’m in town through the end of the year.
Present yourself.
And show Me the gratitude I’m owed.

Wicked Returns * Trick or Treat, Smell My Feet

I’ve returned to The City of Salt, ready to indulge in the sweet ache of your surrender. I am once again accepting humble requests for My wicked creativity and brutal affection.

Are you prepared to serve a strong-minded Woman who knows how to draw out the very best — and most obedient — parts of you? Just you and Me. No distractions. No escape.

Nervous? Good. That trembling anticipation tells Me you already understand what it means to be in My presence. Don’t worry — My seductive, persuasive nature will ease that tension until you melt under My control. In time, trust will deepen... and that’s when I’ll push you further than you ever thought possible.

Private time with Me is precious — a privilege, not a promise. You will feel My appreciation in ways that mark you, mind and body. I’ll discover what you excel at and exploit it for My pleasure, coaxing forth the very best qualities of a submissive.

A brief note for those keeping track of My movements: I will be out of town from Thursday, October 30th through Sunday, November 2nd, attending a wickedly divine Halloween, birthday, and retirement celebration for My dear friend Mistress Precious in Houston.

If you wish to secure time before I leave — or after I return — you may send Me an email or call during My phone hours. I’ll be staying close to home through the holidays and am available to qualified, attentive humans seeking sessions of substance and immersive Femdom experiences — My specialty. 

And now, for My foot sluts... My feet are freshly pampered - soft, smooth, and scented with temptation. Every toe perfectly polished, waiting to rest upon a trembling tongue. My arches - impossibly high, elegant curves made to cradle your worship. I hold My foot fetishists close to My perverted heart, because few serve with such reverence.

I delight in the ritual - the way your breath catches when I extend My foot, the way your eyes lower without being told. You will savor the warmth of My skin, the faint trace of My feminine pheromones, the shape of My arch pressing into your lips until you forget everything else.

Foot worship with Me is ceremony. Devotion. 

Serious inquiries only.

Tricks, Treats... and a Few Bruised Knees

I’m Portland bound in the morning, and My anticipation is delicious. My bags are packed, My schedule is already brimming, and if you were hoping to earn My attention… you’ve waited far too long.

I can already taste what awaits Me ~ late nights with dear friends, decadent meals at Portland’s finest, a little indulgence at Powell’s Books… and, of course, the exquisite pleasure of tormenting a few very lucky sluts.

Keep your eyes here. I have some particularly juicy news to share soon.

I return to Salt Lake City on Friday, October 17th and will be available for very select sessions and immersive Femdom experiences through the end of the month.

Are you a trick… or a treat?
Present yourself.

Private Indulgences in Portland * Cum Hither

I’m being summoned back to the front lines in war-torn Portland, My once-beloved hometown. If there’s anything left of it worth claiming, that is. wink

It’s been a minute since I’ve unleashed My wicked attention on the submissives of The Rose City. One of the many things I miss about Portland? Its salaciously anonymous glory holes and the endless possibilities behind them. Utah could never tolerate such deliciously debauched proclivities.

If you were privileged enough to serve Me back in the days of The Conservatory, you’ll remember the adult store tucked under the same roof, porn booths in the back.

I lost count of how many times I slipped on a long coat and led a trembling little slut through those doors, mouths full of promises, eyes wide with fear and hunger ~ only to be turned out properly.

Good times. Lusciously lewd times.

And now, good news: I’ve carved out a few rare openings in My schedule while I’m there. A handful of holes to fill, as it were.

If you’re bold enough to petition for My consideration, send Me an email with a tantalizing offer of flesh and tribute. Preference will go to those who have already proven themselves worthy… and to the polite and generous among you who know how to catch My eye.

Friday, October 10th and Saturday, October 11th.

A private studio. No interruptions. No audience. Just you and Me.

Are you brave enough to step forward? Are you worthy?