I have been told I am an addiction; a disease for which there is no cure. My beauty is intoxicating; taking a sip is not recommended for the faint of heart.
Are you familiar with Mary Howitt’s poem, The Spider and the Fly? It’s a cautionary tale published in 1828, told to warn girls and boys not to fall prey to the charms of those with wicked intent.
I promise you, my intentions are anything but pure.
I specialize in intense, multi-sensation scenes. My offerings are expansive and are befitting of the heaviest masochists or sensation seekers who do not favor pain.
I enjoy taunting mental anguish, and whimsical lighthearted fun. I am wicked by nature, cruel to my core, but I am not a stone-faced Dominatrix nor do I subscribe to the characterization of dominant personas. I am known for my sinister smile, infectious laughter and sharp wit.
Mae West is my spirit animal. I have been likened to a cross between Betty Page, Morticia Addams, the Evil Queen, and the muse behind Puscifer’s track Rev 22 20 (Dry Martini Mix).
I’ve recently discovered a passion for old nursery rhymes and poetry. I have an extensive collection of books on the occult which I have been collecting since adolescence. I am drawn to the morbid and obscure. I’m well known for my love of pugs and am a collector of oddities, creepy art, and dead things.
I am accustomed to the finer things, spoiled by nurture; dare I say I’m a product of my environment?
I love music, food, international and domestic travel, exploring other people’s passions and trying on new experiences.
When I’m not in the dungeon you can find me curled up with a new Netflix series, spending time with one of my personal slaves, sipping Absinthe, planning my next vacation, sweating at the gym, reading Reddit, or plotting my next hedonistic pursuit.
I am the Satanatrix; the Supreme Satanatrix and proprietress of the Church of Satanatrix™. I am often asked: “What is a Satanatrix?” It’s simple, I have found a way to combine my religious ideology (Satanist) with my personal and professional calling (Dominatrix). A clever play on words that reflects who I am and how I play. “Oh, I get it! You’re into religious role play!” Well, yes and no, but not exactly.
Religious role-play scenes are incredibly hot. I love exploiting shame and playing with deep-rooted religious guilt. After all, what is steamier than releasing someone from years of oppression and perverting it for our shared pleasure? Not a God-damn thing (see what I did there).
The definition of role-play is “to act out a character” or “play a role” neither of which are reflective of who I am. I am not playing a character. I am not an actress. I am a weaver of sin; curator of sadistic erotic experiences. My life is dedicated to the pursuit of unabashed indulgence of the 7 Deadly Sins. Wrath, Lust, Greed, Envy, Sloth, Gluttony and Pride. Sin is the pillar onto which I’ve built my entire world, and here I am sharing it with you, inviting you in to live among the dark and depraved.
Creation
The Church of Satanatrix™ is a concept created while I was diving deeper into the complexities of who I am in an effort to better define the world I created.
My dungeon? An unholy place of worship.
Those who serve? My congregation.
“So, are you a religion then?”
Well, perhaps that’s better answered by those who choose to worship and kneel at my feet.
Worship
Our Lady, veiled in darkness
Hallowed be Thy name
Thy Queendom come
Thy will be done,
in my life, as it is in Your dungeon
Give us this evening our nightly beating
And punish us our trespasses
Lead us into temptation
And deliver us Your evil
For thine is the Queendom,
And the power, and the glory of sin
I devote my service, my flesh unto you
To forever honor, follow, obey thy will
Hail Satanatrix
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