Story of my Life

Many of you ask me often about my life and how I became a FinDomme. So here is a little story of me so you can find the answers you are looking for.

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young little girl open her eyes for the first time and…. start crying because a stupid doctor disturbed her while she was confortable sleeping into her mothers belly. So she was upset yes and decided in that particular moment to be a real bitch with all the people who will ever dare to disturb her or even say no to her.

That was 22 years ago and since that moment, the little girl is a real bitch yes.

Of course, I don’t remember my first years in this world. I remember having a nice family and an elder sister I love for sure but who was constantly a pain in the ass.

Then I remember my first ballet lessons and I remember I was feeling there « at home ». My own safe place. My bubble where I was free and happy.

When I was 6 I remember start been a little bitch with my classmates at school. I was the clever one never doing my homework and convincing a silly shy guy to help me. He was always happy to help me with that and all he was asking in return was…. to be able to dream.

Yes, he was in love and somehow I knew but never care about that. After all, I was already giving him too much by been sitting next to him while I was copying his homework.

Then, little by little he started bringing me kid gifts. An apple, his chocolate bar, then his lunch and everything he could. Of course I accept everything because my parents told me I should be a nice little girl and smile when someone offer me something. So that’s why I did. I smiled until he was not offering something. Those days, I wasn’t smiling…. to him, just to the others so on the next day he was bringing me something to make me smile.

And little by little I became worst of course. I start learning all by my self the reason why boys exist. To serve girls. it’s logical. After all God made first the man to test the creation and then as it was a failure he took just a tiny part (perhaps the only useful part) to create us women and make us perfect.

By the age of 10 I arrive in a new school because my family had to move again because of my father’s job. There I met a really funny girl and we became very good friends. She was my first toy somehow. She adored me. I was her model and she wanted to do all to be like me, to be close to me and to please me.

Together we did a lot. And I learn how to kiss with her when she was sleeping in my house or me in hers. With her I discover the joy of having someone ready to do everything for me. So I was giving her tasks. Usually funny ones so she get caught and not me and all the teachers can see me as the perfect little angel.

And then I found a real victim. A stupid boy 2 years older than me. He was pretending to be an alpha guy, pretending to be amazing and leading his little group. He was only a normal and weak guy and he discover his true nature thanks to me and my friend.

First time he came to speak to me he end just speaking to my friend because I was ignoring him. I just look at him judging him in a really bad way. The 2nd time I was just speaking to my friend and ignoring him. Speaking about him to her while he was still there. So the 3rd time he came asking he we could do something for me, if he could bring me a present so I asked for one of his friends jacket (it was a nice one I must say) and I got it. So I agree to allow him to speak a bit. At least to say « hi ».

During 2 months he did all to get me and I was using him without any remords until one day I got bored so I pick a new guy at school and make feel miserable the first one.

Boys where fun because they were brainless. Easy pets and nice suitors. I was not interested to be with them. I was happy with my friends and specially with my puppy-best-friend so why waisting time to be with them? Those of my age were stupid. older boys were funnier because they wanted me.

One day we all wake up one morning and our child life is different. That day there is something different. A sparkle is lighting inside of you and it will grow little by little.

I was almost 12 when that day came to me. Suddenly there was something else in people.

I was a chrysalis wound in silk awaiting to break my cocoon and open my butterfly wings to fly.

I discover my sexuality with my pretty little toy, my best friend.

Besides the classic kids kisses my first sexual experience was peeing on her.

Yes, don’t open you eyes like that because I’m not going to put you drops inside. Yes, I pee on her. I was just been annoying by hugging her non stop during several hours. She was desperate to pee so I end taking her to the toilets so she can pee while I was still hugging her of course. So I sit on her while she was peeing and I start wanting to pee too so I just pull my panties on the side and pee on her. You can easily imagine the mess so we had no other choice than get into the shower and as a nice puppy she clean me.

A bit later, as I was using an other needy guy of my class I start using the tasks I was giving him to blackmail him. He had no other choice than obey me because each time it was worst.

For me he took several times money from his mother to buy me what I wanted. He end in a toys shop feeling humiliated buying a doll for me and then even pulling his pants down in a park close to our school to show me and my friends his tiny miserable cock (of course I made a picture to use it as blackmail). He spent the whole year been my blackmail toy and feeling miserable but at the same time he was unable to stop. Was it love or just masochism?

As you can easily imagine I had a long list of suitors and they all end doing their best to get me. Sadly my heart was not available because it belongs to my passion. The ballet was everything for me and boys were only amusements for the moments I was not dancing.

Some were more lucky for sure and I had some boyfriends but I was getting bored often so I was picking up a new one or even 2 at the same time so it was easy to get what I wanted.

But then just before my 17th birthday I went to a party headed in a hotel and I saw there a guy I really liked. That night, there was also a needy guy 4 years older than me who was chasing me for more than 2 months. He was from a good and wealthy family and so in love, poor little thing.

Boring, needy, not handsome …. like the invisible guy. And in front that handsome and funny guy I start liking some days before that party…..

Mr needy came to see me as soon as I step in and bring me a drink, then I ask him to get also drinks for my friends and finally also for that guy when finally he came to see me. Mr needy became my personal waiter and I ask him to stay close so he can fill our glasses easily. One of my friends was feeling a bit pity for him so she was speaking with him while he was unable to stop staring at me. Me???….. I didn’t care about him. I was with Mr Fun and he was trapped by my charm. I had no problem to let him kiss me, caress my legs and all in front of Needy. He was the invisible man but…. sweet.

By the end of the evening I took Needy apart and give him a kiss on the cheek because I wanted to ask him a big service.

I was underage and had no real money so I asked him if he could take a room for me under his name so I can spend a moment with mr Funny. He was a bit shocked but I convinced him easily and when he came back with the key I took Needy’s hand to make him come with us. I was afraid someone from the hotel find out it was for me so I needed him with us.

Needy wait for me outside the room and I spent like 1h with Mr fun. Of course Needy heard everything but he didn’t move and when I came out he was there sitting in the chair like a good boy.

We left the 3 of us in Needy’s car and he drop me at home and then drive Mr Fun. I never asked any of them about what happened between them in the car that night. I must say, I never cared about. Mr Fun was fun during 3 days and then he became needy too so I drop him.

And Needy…. well, he remain a needy suitor.

Now ... I live in London. An amazing city I learn to love.

After I had to stop my ballerina career because of an injury I came to London to learn english for 3 months and felt in love with this amazing city.

When I came back to study and work I met a guy in a bar who was ready to pay me £500 to just kiss my feet.

I was alone in the bar waiting for a friend and this guy came. An elegant good looking 45 years old guy wearing an expensive suit. A guy working in the City apparently. He saw me when I came in the bar and couldn’t stop desiring me and….. my heels.

This was just nuts!! But £500…… that’s 2 weeks rent…

So he kneel and I allow him to kiss my heels during just 30secs and at the end of his time i just kick his face to make him stop. Gosh, he was really hard. A really big package….. and he felt so humiliated but aroused at the same time that he beg me to be able to pay for my evening. So he did. Sitting far from us, he pay for the champagne bottle I order for my friend and I (the most expensive one of course) and I agree to see him 1 time in exchange of new heels.

When I met him again on the next day, at the same hotel, I felt in love of Louboutin. He came with a Louboutin magnificent heels and that was it.

But that day I came back home with a strange feeling. I wanted more, I wanted real slaves like him, paying for everything and spoiling me. But at the same time I start feeling dirty because he pay me.

I gave him an email address I only use for junk stuffs so he can’t know my name or anything.

He start sending me Gift Cards on Amazon to be able to see me again but I never agree.

And that’s how I start thinking about online dating.

If people can give me money or gift without seen me i can become a shadow. A succubus stocked into their mind to torture their desires and kinks.

So I start imagining a full new identity and made my 1st dating website profile in Adult Friend Finder. Never showing my face, making guys wait to meet me and get into their heads.

Soddenly when the first one sent me a gift I start feeling wet. That day the princess was born I guess.

I knew what was my kink and start trying to find people to play with in other countries so they will not ask to meet me.

Gosh, guys you are so weak and pathetic…..  Your cock rule your entire life and you end doing everything for a beautiful girl.

I’m beautiful yes, I know that but I also know I have the power to get into your mind and end controlling your and your miserable lives.

You adore me because I’m inaccessible and magnificent. You adore me because I’m evil and kinky and because I make you feel alive.

Since then my desire of control only grows.

I don’t care to be a strict mistress whipping slaves wearing latex or leather boots. What I care about is to rule your life from the shadows.

So here I am now. Always finding new ways to play with boys, with toys.