Psychological Sadist

THE

LADY

AVA

MADAM OR MA’AM ALSO WORKS

Never ever refer to me as milady. You’ll be demoted to cleaning the cisterns immediately and banned from The Lady’s presence.

My kinky interests are primarily psychological. I am cerebral and bookish, well-read on this subject (and most subjects). I am a creative person; creativity is one of life’s wellsprings for me.

I vacillate between a warm welcome with the attitude of “Let’s do this thang!” and complete detachment, observing every detail with a cold, measuring gaze.

Acts of service is the domme love language, as cliched as receiving gifts for escorts. But service truly is my love language, I learned at a young age that actions speak louder than words. Talk is cheap and plentiful; what someone does betrays their truth. (I hold myself to the same standard.)

The concept is easily extrapolated to body language, though that’s merely information, not a love language. Few people have enough self-awareness to control their bodies that much. I’ve cultivated that level of self-awareness; I doubt you have.

When you start letting me in, you’re going to discover that simply being with me is edge-play. My natural inclinations are competitive and bloodthirsty, I’m not a natural-born follower. I haven’t learned how to use knives [yet]; but I know the psyche of men well enough to know I don’t need a steel edge to make cuts.

Edge is where I live, mentally. We’ll talk and I’ll get to know you well. The curse of it is, I’ll know you the moment you walk in the door and it’s all downhill for you from there, especially if your words conflict with what I’ve already determined from your body language and actions.

I have all respect for safe words and sensible precautions, but I don’t think I’m a safe person to be with.

Not at all.