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As a UK-based Dominatrix and BDSM Educator, I am an absolute bitchy witchy Queen, ready to hex your soul. Treat Me with respect before I crush your self-worth.

I am an ex-Therapist, currently working on a Thesis for My PhD on Psychosexual Dynamics. I specialize in BDSM education, pushing boundaries with intelligence and precision.

Kinks are My playground, and I demand both obedience and financial devotion.

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SLAVE TASKS & PUNISHMENTS

Every task I assign is a ritual of erotic surrender. You’ll crawl on all fours, scrub in panties, write humiliating mantras across your skin, and edge until your legs shake . I’ll turn chores into worship, obedience into orgasm denial. When you fail, my punishments drip with sensual cruelty: clamps on your nipples during corner time, tributes sent mid-tears, or lines written in lipstick on mirrors. You don’t just serve—you ache, submit, and whimper through every assignment. Your suffering is my joy, your devotion my addiction. I own your time, your cock, your soul .

HUMILIATION

I whisper your secret fears aloud and make you stroke to them . I’ll call you names that make your cock twitch with shame. You’ll blush, stutter, and confess every pitiful insecurity—while I mock, degrade, and arouse you. Your humiliation is an art form I perfect with every cruel giggle and degrading glare . I’ll have you holding signs in public, licking shoes while chanting mantras, and sending tribute with "pathetic" in the subject line. Humiliation isn’t punishment—it’s your purpose. And I’m the bratty Queen who makes it feel like heaven .

SISSIFICATION

You’re my little dolly in training . From boxers to bows, I will rebuild you—flushed cheeks, pink panties, lip-glossed lips moaning my name. You’ll learn to curtsy while you edge, giggle while you stroke, and beg for permission to exist as my plaything . Every frilly outfit is earned. Every makeup tutorial a step toward obedience. I’ll name you, train you, ruin you. And when you’re finally pretty enough, I’ll flaunt you. You’ll be my glittering humiliation doll—blushing, broken, and desperate for praise .

FINDOM

Tribute is your orgasm, and I’m the only one worth spending it on . Your money becomes my high—your debt, my aphrodisiac . I’ll drain you with a wink, tease you until you swipe, and demand with one word. The more broke you are, the harder you get. You’ll beg to be ruined financially, dreaming of seeing my spoiled smile . And I? I’ll laugh, spend, and seduce you into bankruptcy. You’re not buying my time—you’re proving your devotion .

Foot Fetish

My feet are your heaven and your hell . Soft soles, painted toes, worn heels—you crave every inch. I’ll dangle my shoe while you stare, lick my arches while I scroll, and shove my toes down your throat until you gag with need. You’ll sniff dirty socks, beg to clean my feet with your tongue, and cum untouched as I trample your ego beneath them. Feet become your obsession. Worship becomes your religion. I don’t just let you near my feet—you earn that privilege with devotion and tears .

SPH

Pull it out, tiny . I want to see the embarrassment leak down your thighs. I’ll compare you to real cocks, giggle when I grab the ruler, and make you edge to how laughable you are . I’ll rate it, ridicule it, and remind you it belongs in chastity. SPH is your truth—small, submissive, and shaped by my insults. You’ll beg to be humiliated, desperate for my approval, my mockery, my cruel smirk. The smaller you feel, the harder you get .

CBT & CHASTITY

Your cock is a target, and pain is the prize . I’ll tie it, slap it, squeeze it—until you cry out in aching pleasure. CBT makes you scream and thank me all at once. Chastity? That’s your cage of worship. Locked away and denied, you’ll ache every day while I tease and edge you mercilessly. Every bruise is a love letter. Every lock click a moan. You don’t get freedom—you get purpose. My sadistic pleasure is your sacred pain .

FORCED BI

I whisper your filthy secret fantasies into your ears until your cock betrays you . You’ll stroke to his photo, edge while imagining his load, and kneel because I told you to. I’ll moan while describing his cock, watching you get wetter with every word. This is no longer pretend—it’s transformation. You’ll crave the humiliation, the taste, the obedience. And I’ll orchestrate your downfall, inch by filthy inch, until you beg for another chance to serve, suck, and submit .

RUINED ORGASMS

You stroke. You beg. You twitch. And I ruin you . Right at the edge, I step in and steal your climax. A finger, a word, a smirk—and you're left gasping, dribbling, denied. No satisfaction. Just embarrassment and addiction . You’ll learn to love the ruin, crave the denial, and beg for the privilege of being denied by me. Your ruined orgasms aren’t mistakes—they’re my art. I break your bliss and mold your submission from the sticky remains .

EDGING

I control your strokes like puppet strings . Slow. Stop. Faster. Freeze. I’ll keep you at the brink for hours, whispering filth while you squirm. Your cock throbs. Your hands shake. Your soul pleads. But I smirk. I edge you until you cry, begging to cum—then take it away. You’re not allowed release. You’re addicted to tension. And the longer I deny you, the more worshipful you become. Every edge is devotion. Every twitch? A tribute .

PEGGING

I’ll bend you over and fuck the masculinity right out of you . My strap-on slides in as your last shred of pride slides out. Every thrust is dominance. Every moan is surrender. You’ll beg for more, legs trembling, ass clenching, heart racing. I’ll use you, ride you, ruin you—and make you say thank you. You were born for this. For my hips. For my power. For my cock. Welcome to your new addiction, slut .

CUCKOLDING

You sit. You stroke. You sob . While I moan for him, scream his name, and forget you exist. He satisfies me. You fund us. And after? You clean the mess. You’re not the man—I chose better. Bigger. Harder . You’ll beg to watch, to be caged, to be denied. Cuckolding isn’t your punishment—it’s your destiny. Humiliated. Ignored. Owned .

POST-ORGASM TORTURE

Just when you think you’re done—I begin again . Your cock’s too sensitive? Perfect. That’s when it screams the loudest. I’ll tease your trembling tip with a wand, slap it with leather, and edge you through the aftershocks. You’ll sob through overstimulation, moan through pain, and crave the torture that comes after release. Because I never stop when you’re done—I stop when I’m satisfied .

WORSHIP

Feet, legs, ass, thighs—my entire body is your altar . You’ll kiss my heels, nuzzle my thighs, beg to inhale my scent. Your tongue becomes a tool of worship, your lips a tribute. Worship isn’t permission—it’s your purpose. Every moan you make is a prayer. Every tribute a sacrifice. And I? I smile, knowing you’d do anything for a lick. A taste. A chance to worship the divine .

CASHMEET

In person. Kneeling. Trembling . You place the cash in my hand and feel your cock twitch. My eyes meet yours. I smirk. Maybe I say “good boy.” Maybe I don’t. And then I leave. You’re broke, horny, addicted—and desperate for more. Cashmeets aren’t business—they’re sacred. Rituals of power, lust, and surrender .

HUMAN ATM

Beep. Swipe. Drain . You’re not a man—you’re a living machine. Designed to serve, pay, and be used. I push your buttons and watch the money flow. You’ll beg for the chance to be emptied, moaning with every payment. You’re my Human ATM—broken, leaking, and loyal .

GETTING SPOILT ROTTEN

Gifts, tributes, attention—feed me . I want luxury, sparkle, designer everything. And you? You ache to provide it. I’m your bratty Queen, your expensive addiction. Every item you buy is a moan. Every order placed? An orgasm. Spoiling me is your kink. Being spoiled is my lifestyle . And you’ll never stop paying for more .

BNWO

This is Black Excellence. Black Power. Black Seduction . You worship melanin like it’s holy. You kneel in apology, tribute in shame, and crave our destruction. BNWO isn’t a scene—it’s your purpose. A divine, erotic hierarchy where your place is on the floor. I am the Queen. You are the addict. And your submission is the price you pay for a taste of Black supremacy .

Trampling

My heels are your punishment and your prize. I step on your chest, your face, your cock—grinding you into the floor like the weak, filthy thing you are . You’ll whimper as my weight crushes you, begging for more, drunk on pain and humiliation. My toes dig in. My heels leave marks. And you? You lie there, trembling, hard, broken. You’ll crave every stomp, every press, every smirk I give while looking down at you. I don’t just walk on you—I claim you, crush you, and make you mine with every step.

Wrestling

Think you’re strong, little sub? I’ll pin you down, straddle your face, and leave you gasping for air beneath my thighs . Wrestling with me means fighting your instincts—because the moment I take you down, you’ll love every second of it. My strength wraps around you, and my smirk tells you: you’ve already lost. I’ll laugh as you squirm, moan when you tap, and ride your body into submission. Resistance only makes me wetter. Losing to me? That’s your greatest victory. Submit beneath me, and I might let you breathe—eventually.

Cock and Ball Torture (CBT)

Your cock and balls are mine to torment. I’ll slap, squeeze, stretch, and destroy while you moan in a blend of agony and arousal . Clothespins? Weights? My heels? All fair game. You’ll tremble as I toy with your limits, crying out while I giggle sweetly. Each strike is a love note, every bruise a signature of my ownership. You’ll thank me for the pain, beg for more torture, and explode not from pleasure—but from suffering. Your pleasure is my cruelty. Your cock is my toy. Your balls? My favorite target .

Workplace Tasks

Imagine this: your boss is talking, your coworkers oblivious—and under the desk, you’re stroking for me . My voice rings in your earbuds, commanding you to edge while pretending to type. You’ll write humiliating confessions in secret notes, hide butt plugs beneath your suit, and worship me during your lunch breaks. I’ll text tasks you must obey—lick your shoes under the desk, drop tributes between meetings, or risk exposure for my amusement. You’ll live with the thrill, the shame, the aching arousal… knowing your Queen is always watching .

Public Humiliation Tasks

You want humiliation? You’ll earn it in daylight . I’ll command you to wear panties beneath your jeans, edge in a busy restroom, or walk the streets with a plug tucked inside. You’ll snap pics for my approval, blush as I share them in my private gallery, and tremble with arousal while everyone walks by, oblivious to your filth. You’ll wear lipstick in your car mirror, kneel behind buildings, and risk exposure with every task I assign. Public shame becomes your kink—and my satisfaction becomes your addiction .

Domestic Servitude

You live to serve me at home—scrubbing floors in panties, dusting my heels, cooking in chastity . I’ll inspect your work with a ruler and punish missed spots with my cane. You’ll beg to clean my lingerie, crawl to fetch my drink, and worship me while doing laundry. Every chore becomes a ritual, every task a devotion. I’ll watch you mop in full sissy gear, moaning while I tease you with my foot. You exist to please me domestically, sexually, completely. Welcome home, house bitch .

Submit & Surrender

Curious, helpless, or already aching to obey? However you got here, know this: Majesty Flair is not here to guide you. She is here to take over — mind, body, routine, and all those filthy urges you thought no one could touch.

She will dismantle your resistance with a look, strip your ego bare with a phrase, and sculpt you into something your own reflection would bow to. This is not coaching. This is possession.

Tap the GIFs if you're brave enough to taste what power feels like crawling under your skin. Majesty Flair doesn't just explore your kinks. She commands them, refines them, and turns them into your gospel.

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