Anna Valentina
I am a formidable disciplinarian, inspired bondage artist,
and lifelong fetishist. I relish the company of those who
share my passion for classic B&D, sophisticated mind trips,
and edgy explorations.
Corporal Play
I specialize in hard, thorough, expertly paced spankings. I have earned a reputation for bottom-reddening spankings and face-reddening lectures. My aim is superb, my conviction unquestionable.
I enjoy all stripes of spankophiles, masochists, and naughty boys/girls. SAMs, brats, and others who relish resistance are welcome.
I will take you down, quickly and firmly, over my knee. Once secured, your vulnerable bottom will be spanked to a hot, red flush. Then it's position after compromising position, the better to wield my strap, paddle, or cane. No amount of squirming or pleading will soften my resolve: I alone decide when the discipline is complete. Of course, your cock, balls, nipples, and face are not exempt from discipline. over-the-knee hand spanking, paddling, strapping, flogging, whipping, tawsing, birching, and caning. When you need an authoritative spanking, delivered by a real spanking fetishist, I am ready.
Mental Play and Discipline
Roleplay, Psychodrama, Verbal and Physical Humiliation The brain is the most potent sexual organ that humans possess.
Embarrassment, humiliation, cuckolding, chastity, slave training. You will be stripped, your ego reduced, your every movement and expression scrutinized.
I am the pitiless reflection of your heart's darkest desires. Deep within me beckon those things that you crave, and fear, the most. They are the twin aspects of desire on the razor's edge. Not for the timid or unimaginative, this looking-glass realm of ours. Here you come to face your secrets, and embracing them, become free. Truth through illusion, redemption through abasement, joy through suffering, deliverance through slavery. Here, I reign, my power fed by your surrender. Here is the tempest, here is the pyre of your sacrifice, here is your confession, penance, and absolution. Find the serenity and sense of purpose that comes with true service. Here you and I are our truest selves. Savages in civilized skin. Hero, pariah, heretic, saint. There is cruelty, and there is kindness. Either can be achieved with little effort. It takes strength of will to be kindly cruel. To gaze unflinching, to seize unshuddering, to bind and bend and control, unfazed by pleas or temptation. Mostly, it takes the will to be what one was born to be. Do you, then, have the strength of will to test yourself with me? I am many things: dominant, Mistress, top, fetishist. My aspects are reflected in you, in the needs that you bring me, in the way that you worship me.
Bondage
I am not satisfied until you are completely under my control. I am the engineer of your captivity, from simple hindrance to full, multilayered encasement. rope, leather, rubber, spandex, suspension, hoods, gags, straitjackets, predicament bondage, sensory deprivation, and mummification.
The muffled quiet of a snugly laced hood. The vast darkness behind a blindfold. The cheek-stretching fullness of a gag, the firm bear hug of a straitjacket, the insidious nest of a rope web, the confounding mechanics of predicament bondage... Hoods, blindfolds, gags, straitjackets, complex rope work, encasement, predicament
Sissy Slut/Feminization Training
I love to make a boy over - you WILL be molded into my ideal of feminine sexuality and grace. I delight in taking my "girls" through makeup, shopping, training "to pass", sissy slut training, and public outings.
As one girl to another, I can help you with your makeup, you know. Show you how to enter and exit a car gracefully, how to sway prettily when you walk, how to soften your voice. And yes, I can show you those other things, too. Things that real girls learn with each other, as they're growing up, during shopping sprees and slumber parties, in the dorms and under the bleachers.
Fetish Worship
When it comes down to it, I am a fetishist. The smell and feel of my fetish objects is irresistible: feet, body scent, high heels, stockings, boots, gloves, leather, and rubber. I am in perpetual love with encasement: leather, rubber, boots, gloves, stockings, pantyhose.
I love pheromones. Natural chemical signals that set fire to the nerves and make the blood pump harder. Between my toes, in my armpits, under my ass, the scent gathers, waiting for your reverent sniff.
The rich aroma and luxurious gleam of leather. The pungently sweet scent and lacquer-slick shine of rubber. The delicate, dangerous sole of a sharp-heeled, leg-encasing boot. The oil-smooth touch and airbrush finish and of sheer nylon stockings.
My feet are porcelain-skinned, size 8 (American), and very fond of worship.
Extensive, impeccable leather, rubber, and boot wardrobe; fine corsets, sheer stockings, and slick pantyhose; tailored executive suits; foot, leg, ass worship
Edge Play
Giving yourself to another,
placing their needs above yours,
allows you to reach a higher level of existence
that brings a major shift of consciousness.Joseph Campbell