It was the end of 2016 and after 12 months of backpacking around the world, falling in love with a French boy, and getting caught “cheating” with my ex-sugar daddy and then CFO of the largest art auctioneer in the world—I was left heartbroken and penniless. All I had left was a ticket to Paris, scheduled to depart just a month after my relationship had ended. I could have forgotten all about the lifestyle, returned to the corporate world and played victim to the high speed love affairs that had burned me. But I didn’t; I changed that ticket to a flight to Johannesburg, South Africa where I applied for grad school, and started working as a Dominatrix in New York City to finance my education instead.
Although I’d only been in the scene for less than 12 months, I was experienced with BDSM and femdom, having enjoyed my first Female Led Relationship (FLR) during undergrad with a previous boyfriend. We’d only broken up a year prior and after my brief foray as both a sugar baby and vanilla girlfriend, I deeply craved the power and authority kinky sex once provided me. Reflecting on it now, I’ve always been a dominant woman, and have desired to be with a queer and/or submissive man all my life. But because I am so feminine, it’s been difficult for the men in my life to meet or understand these needs. In many ways I was lost, and by answering that NYC Craigslist ad casting for “New Dominatrices willing to be trained”, you could say that I was finding myself.