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Here's a Viking princess for the modern times and the age of reason. Citizen of the world. I'm born Swedish, grew up in Switzerland, north Italy and Germany, traveled around the planet, now resides in what many call the 'Evil Empire', NewYorkCity, which I fondly call the 'Bat Cave', which I now call "home". I'm a Ballerina, portrait-painter, model and aspiring doctor, now in my advanced years in medical college. I'm 5'8", nordic platinum Blonde with light-aqua blue eyes, and to titillate your senses, got all the great curves and smoothies all about the anatomy.
Bisexual, to arouse the senses of both sides of the fence. Submissive to the very core, but only to my owner, whoever I chose to be, and only whenever I have one. Decent, formal and respectful. Since grade school, after I ran away from home, and adopted by my first Mistress, I was a collared slave to a succession of affluent Swiss, Italo-Austrian and German mistresses, then to a regal-blood Danish mistress before she passed me on to her African-American lover who became my first Master. This black Master of mine(a noted heart surgeon) facilitated my relocation to the USofA.
Now an American citizen, I am a well-trained sub girl who, rescued from the misery of my childhood, lived and enjoyed a charmed, protected and spoiled life as an owned property of intellectual & affluent owners, who guided and nurtured my growth and development to the wholeness of a woman of character and strength of will.
Aside from being a personal and sexual playmate and sextoy, I was a professional personal assistant in the entire realm of my owner's private, social and professional life, his/her best friend, confidant, lover and soulmate. I was in charge of his/her bathroom, wardrobe and personal needs, masseuse and handmaiden, served as valet/butler & governess, managed his/her finances and bills, balanced his/her household budget, a barmaid and hostess, personal masseuse and as chauffeur among many, many roles. I was also an unwed sub wife to my last owner, my Master. My only liberty was to serve and please my owner's every need, a liberty that has no bounds, to sway to his/her every wish, whims & moods like the graceful motions of an exotic dance, and reap the generous rewards of his/her total satisfaction and heavenly pleasure. I am his/her doll and pet. I'm his/her human blanket, tongue-towel and body heat, my breasts are his/her lifespring, my love juices his/her carnal hydration. I am his/her intimate companion and I am one with my owner, in body, heart and in spirit. I am the soothing voice that whispers sweetness into his/her ears, my tender hands the gentle touch that comforts his weary skin & flesh and my heart is his/her haven of love and gentle passion.
I am Love, as only love can ever be, and only earned with comparable love, compassion and respect. Authority never needed be imposed because when it was earned, it was given and embraced with passionate devotion.
My Master (my last owner) passed away two years ago. For a while I have lived alone and by myself in this big city while coming out of mourning, picking up the many little pieces and putting them together as I learn to live with freedom for the first time in my life since puberty, and facing the real world as it is, and all its inherent harsh realities, as an equal player on equal terms on the world arena. Taking little steps at a time, I walked the walk and trekked the trek and had, when needed to, run the gallop, and soar in flight.
I learned to deal with numerous admirers and suitors, men and women alike, and had ventured & flirted with a few flings and dates, but no permanent commitment. I dated a very beautiful young lady of high bearing and education, lofty social and financial status, whom I met in one of my ballet performances. A lipstick lesbian, our hearts and minds met and our bodies become one, and started a beautiful romance that continues to grow with time we spend together. With no owner or family to look up to or go home to, my career as a ballerina and artist is my life's anchor while I finish my medical education, hoping one day to completely integrate in civilized society as a respected professional.
I would be a hypocrite if I say I don't miss my past life with my Mistresses or Master and the lifestyle that I grew up in, but I'm extremely careful with decisions and choices now as I know I am like a little tigress cub left alone in the middle of a vast jungle full of hungry marauding pack of wolves and dens of wild beasts. Because I am now an adult and no longer a child, I am just a mere game to anyone with greed in their minds. Wisdom, charm & common sense are my only weapons.
I am open to new friendships and new challenges and a new beginning in this vast and variant lifestyle and I'm willing to explore all and any great possibilities with an ideal person who can measure up to the challenge. Personal relationships start with the seeds of friendship and humanity, cultivated with respect and compassion, grows with trust and confidence, and consummated with love and adoration. Anything less isn't good enough.
My romance with my new lady(who is a blonde German-Greek) has grown leaps and bounds, and our relationship has evolved into yet another D/s relationship for me. But unlike my past ties with doms and dommes, this relationship is the reverse, for my lover has chosen to uphold me as the higher hand, electing to be in humble servitude to me and submissive to my control and guidance, helping to strengthen my natural powers of dominance and learned experience from years in bondage. Needless to say, in the year and a half since, I have evolved to become a Mistress on my own, collaring my own lover as my very first sex slave. I have since trained and collared a very wealthy, beautiful, divorced lady friend (who is a blonde Czech-Polish) with whom I have shared a few secret sex romps during my years being a slave to my black Master.
To date, aside from these two collared slaves, I have two other slave-trainees ( a Swedish girl and an American) as well as a new teenaged Swedish girlfriend.
Though I am now an established domme, I would be a hypocrite to say that I don't have my submissive traits anymore. Old habits never die, they just defer to new ones. There is no one in my life now to whom I can or should be submissive to, so my submissive nature is now safely hidden in a locked shelf under my dungeon, like a hidden treasure that only time will tell if anyone will have the luck to excavate it from the dark pits of forgetfulness. Who will know if I will ever be submissive again? And to whom? There are no answers to those questions now. That is something that shall be earned, and like sunken or buried treasures, only time and circumstance will tell.
In the very near future, I will be a doctor, graduating into a much higher level of existence, enjoying the few more years I have left to my ballerina life, and looking after a family of young sirens, I am nearly past my life or struggles. Peace reigns over my life and home.
If you should pass by my way, just nod your head in acknowledgement of my presence, not in submission but in recognition of my existence. I am among everyone else, carving out a path which may be different from yours, smiling and waving, and moving on along.
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Been very busy with work at the hospital, being a resident dr has its sacrifices as its rewards as well, but happy that I'm in due course as far as my destiny is concerned.
And still dancing my way to my last few years of active performances.My girls are all doing well in business and in college. Life has been great! |
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Merry Christmas to all of my friends and everyone on CM and in the lifestyle. May you all have what you wished for and more. |
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Riding attire always offer sexy eyefuls to the beholder, as they display, accentuate and compliment a female rider's body shape and curves, the waist and hips, butts and crotch, legs and thighs and further enhanced by the knee-high boots. It does make us feel sexy, and to display our body assets in a formal and decent way and know some people salivate at what they see in us, is a huge turn-on for me. As a ballerina, I am so used to an entire house of adoring spectators see my physical assets as I perform. Still that sexy feeling of my body commanding attention and interest is really hot in my mind. I love being stared at when I am looking good and attractive. It's a big turn-on.
Here on the new pic, I am on the right with the mocca-hued riding jacket, while at left, wearing a black jacket, is Mikaela, my 19-year old Swedish collared slave, who is a champion eventing rider, both in dressage and show-jumping. Though Mika has her own horse, here we are beside my own old favorite horse, a grey 18-hander, whom MIka rode to her first-ever championship in dressage. I am not a champion rider, because I started riding a bit late, and work and school allowed me much less time for a fulltime riding career. But at least, I can help nurture and guide my much younger slave girls to loftier achievements in equestrian riding. Ingrid, my other Swedish slave girl, is hot on Mika's heels in competitions, while slaves Shannon, Pamela and Alexis all are accomplished riders, too. |
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Nearing the end of my medical college education and have passed all necessary hurdles. Very near the finish line, after all those years of struggle behind me, looking forward to the fruits of hard labor and patience. Then off to my residency, the final step. This is one very emotional stage for me, I am humbled by the realization that I have finally come to the treshold of my dreams. My gratitude to my 5 collared love-slaves and 2 studs, for their moral support, love and devotion, and to my close circle of friends, to my former Mistresses and my late Master, thank you for your support and guidance. Most of all, This one is for you, Mommy, and for all the beliefs you have stood for. I become one with you, in spirit. I love you. |
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An isolated mountainous, thickly forested and uninhabited island in the south Pacific. Taking part in Kaiserin Stefanie's 2010 Summer Games, along with my 5 girls Alexis, Shannon, Mika, Ingrid and Pamela and biz staff Izabor, Greta & Elke, European Mistresses Marijke, Helge and Hannah and their respective harems. A test of survival and carnal rediscovery. |
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Money is nothing until man starts using it, for better or for worse. It can be a tool or a weapon, it is a slave that will serve its owner's wish. So..... money isn't the root of all evil. Man is. |
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Beauty very rarely brings wisdom, and very often danger. |
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The world is a better place to live in because of those few who refuse to believe that we cannot fly. |
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I can only try my best. But I will never tear my own conscience to fit other people's fashions. |
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A woman's heart is the most important aspect of her being and for most is the only door to her inner sexuality. |
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Please be respectful, compassionate and sincere. A woman deserves more than most men are willing to acknowledge her for. A strong sense of humanity and intellect always go a long way.
Dumb, insolent and inconsiderate men, no matter how rich or good looking, are very poor partners. |
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Dominant beings are like the great Sun that dominate and lord over the skies, while I'm just a tiny candle whose light flickers and sways to the whims of the wind.
But there is one thing the little candle does that the great sun can never do; and that is, provide light at night. |
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| Age: 30 |
| Florida,
California |
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