Velvet-Voiced Virtual Villainess🗡️ Surrealist lust-scape weaver🕷️ Probing the sticky-sweet depths of the internet's collective psyche, one goonlord at a time.
You may call Me Sir, Goddess, Muse, Weaver... These particulars aren't important, and I'll allow you the quaint illusion of free will to make this largely inconsequential choice for yourself, just this once.
I'm more or less a real-life College of Whispers bard.
My heart pumps pure high-octane BDE through My carbon fiber arteries. I'm an otherworldly conjurer of lush, sensual surrealist filthscapes, awash in dreamy velvety mindfuckery, and I've quite literally been called the Pied Fucking Piper of Perversions.
In My personal life, I've been a polyamorous lifestyle domme for over a decade and a half. I have never been in *any* type of relationship, even vanilla, which I did not unquestionably lead. Dominance is hard-coded into My DNA. Nothing else computes.
I keep two gorgeous, muscly, and mechanically competent service subs, who have cooked and cleaned, fixed and built things, and generally serviced My every whim (and Me!) for 17 and 10 years, respectively. But I've got a sadistic streak a mile wide, and several niche kinks they don't share. My deep respect for their consent is what led Me to seek out this fulfilling outlet here on the dark, sticky underbelly of the internet five years ago.
And now, how marvelously fortunate you are, to have found your way here to Me today...
April 28
Inside a SNES cartridge, probably (New England, USA)