Category: About me

I am not for everyone. Not everyone is ready for me. But for some, I appear exactly when you need me, and I am your one-way ticket to the next level of self exploration.

I am not your average dominatrix

If you are looking for a cute doll who will perform for you, look somewhere else. I am real. And it is all about me. BDSM is my art, my mission, and my playground.

What do you get? Release and safety. I will hold you, care for you, punish you, break you into pieces, and assemble you into a better shape. I have exquisite technical training that I top up with tantric techniques — you don’t find this combination every day.

My top 3 kinks

Pain play — especially impact and wax. I trained myself on hundreds of butts in clubs, including famous places like KitKatClub in Berlin and Le Clan in Prague. I see pain as an extremely strong tool to control body chemistry and, with the right approach, it can flood our bodies with an insane yet natural cocktail of adrenaline, endorphins, and oxytocin.

Water games — I find them very hot and take the preparation very seriously by drinking a lot of water and making sure the mess is easy to deal with later.

Foot fetish — I love people who love my feet. I’m not a big fan of stinky sessions yet, but for a good tip I can totally change my mind.

I am also a big fan of strap-on games, forced bi scenarios, CBT, trampling, and religion-related role play.

So what is it you are paying for?

Flexibility — I can operate in different environments and adapt to custom kinks and fetishes.

Authentic energy exchange and sharp intelligence. Everything starts in our minds.

A rare mix of sensitivity, softness, and raw power.

Safety, even with extreme practices. Top-level privacy. Radical honesty.

And finally

Yes, I am expensive. As I said, I am not for everyone. I have extremely limited capacity, and I invest a lot of time into the preparation process and self-development, so I am a luxury product.

For bookings, send you request to servesicut@proton.me

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Chapter One — Siberian Gopnik School

It was definitely the soviet school system — my first contact with sadism, violence, and so-called real education. I changed quite a few schools. I was a tall girl, already very opinionated; as the teachers labeled me, I was sensitive and rather naïve.

So I quickly learned how either to avoid trouble — which in soviet school means not to stand out — or how to deal with bullies. And here I mean both: teachers and other children.

The taller I grew, the more I had to give up on the art of blending in. And the better I became at dealing with all kinds of bullies. I was a horrible teenager. But I survived — without a massive trauma or a heroin addiction. Some of my later classmates didn’t.

That stage taught me to be extremely creative with what’s in the room. It taught me how to threaten verbally and to escalate first, to avoid the physical fight. You have to be smarter and bolder than your opponent. You must attack first.

Basically: you have to become the bully.

Chapter Two — Cultural Fascism at Uni

When I moved to saint petersburg, people tried to reduce my Siberian background to “village girl.” Little did they know I had traveled in one year as much as most of them had in their lives. There I began to learn the art of humiliation, sarcasm, and mind games. It took me ten years to escape that cloak of russian culture.

One useful thing at university was the course they canceled after me: History of Religion. It made me a complete atheist at that point. I also learned that big business is run by big, cruel idiots.

Back then I thought it might be only in russia.

I was naive.

Chapter Three — The Real Stuff

When I had to deal with the russian police, that’s where I finally touched the hardcore stuff — or, more accurately, where the hardcore stuff touched me.

I guess this is where my habit of trying toys on myself first comes from. It’s also where I encountered some quite non-consensual power exchanges. Writing this now, years later, I begin to think it was partly my choice to experience that simply by physically being in russia.

Oh — and of course I had a violently envious boyfriend who taught me a few self-defence tricks for close combat. I broke his nose with my elbow; later my mother visited him in hospital because he was crying like a child. It was useful learning: if you show up with a black eye at university, very few people will care. Those who do will likely judge or insult. No one will offer support. Good thing I already had true friends and wasn’t alone.

So here are the three pillars of my sadistic persona. However overall experience also taught me that violence and hostility do not always mean power. Quite often the opposite.

Imagine — this is just the beginning. Uh?

Next chapter is about my gentle and caring side and it is coming right up. If you wish to contact me, feel free to email with a propper introduction.