Spooky Sleazn' Session Availability 🖤 DALLAS, FORT WORTH
The air is thick with autumn decay.
The moon hangs low, bloated and hungry.
And The Commandant is open for business.
That’s right, degenerates and deviants Daddy is back with limited availability for those who crave a taste of structured sin, ritualized torment, and the kind of kinky communion that lingers in your bones like frostbite.
As I compose My upcoming Pain Symphony (more on that soon… very soon), I’m tightening the swing of My flogger, tuning My sounding rods, and stretching the seams of My body bag. all in preparation for the maestros of masochism who dare to play My instruments. Sure not all things will be in the next Symphony but I still want My sadistic thrills.
🔥 My Current Obsessions
These aren’t just kinks for Me as we all know by now, they’re rituals. And I demand proper sacrifices.
🔻 Impact Play; The Art of Human Drumming
Flogging. Paddling. Caning.
But I’m obsessed with rhythmic, percussive torment, turning flesh into a resonant canvas. If you want to be My human drum, I’ll beat a symphony across your back, thighs, and ass until your skin sings in bruised harmony. Practice makes perfect… and if you know anything about Me then you know I settle for nothing short of that.
🔻 Body Bag Bondage; Total Immobilization, Total Surrender
You don’t just get tied up, you get sealed away.
Zipped.
Trapped.
Breath ragged, body contorted, helplessly vibrating with anticipation. I love the muffled whimpers, the way your muscles twitch against the leather prison. This is sensory deprivation with a sadistic edge, and I’m always perfecting My technique.
🔻 Tickle Torture; The Cruelty of Laughter
You think it’s cute?
You think it’s soft?
Wrong.
Tickling is psychological warfare. It breaks discipline, shreds control, and reduces even the stoic to gasping, giggling wrecks. I wield feathers, silicone brushes, and My own wicked nails (which I have been growing out for this specific reason) like torture tools. And yes I’ll tickle you until you beg to be flogged instead, that's the whole point! You can't escape the pain even through the joyous laughter that I bring you.
🔻 Sounding; The Deep, Penetrating Hum of Agony
The urethra is a temple.
And I am its Priestess.
Sounding is sacred. Cold steel gliding deeper, stretching you in ways that blur pain and pleasure. I take My time. I listen to your body’s reaction. And I will make you sing with every insertion.
🔻 Interrogation Play; Truth or Suffering
Who are you really serving?
Why do you crave My pain?
You’ll answer, or you’ll pay.
With every wrong word, every hesitation… The pain continues. Give Me what I want, or suffer. Either way, I always win.
🌐 Online Sessions? Duh.
Distance means nothing when Domination lives in the voice, the gaze, the threat of what I could do if you were within reach.
Through screens, I’ll~
Command your masturbation with surgical precision
Humiliate you until you tremble
Force confessions with logic and cruelty
Make you hold positions until your muscles burn
All while saving every filthy, broken moment for My growing archive of devotion and degradation.
Put less villianously? I have online options. You have 0 excuses.
📅Dates Available
- Oct 4th (12PM, 2PM, 10PM)
- Oct 5th (7PM, 8PM, 10PM)
- Oct 10th (6PM, 8PM, 9PM)
- Oct 17th (5PM, 6PM, 7PM)
- Oct 18th (8PM, 9PM, 10PM)
Weekday availability is open for online sessions and does vary.
I AM ONLY OFFERING TASTINGS DURING MY TIME IN DOMCON NOLA.
💸 This Funds My Descent Into DomCon NOLA
You pay but not just for play.
You pay to fuel My evolution.
Every session brings Me closer to the stage, the scene, the sacred space of beating ass with all of My homies in the lifestyle.
So when you submit to Me, you’re not just serving My desires~
You’re funding a legacy.
Book here and let's get started.
