I am Aslan; a delicate princess with some rather surprising secrets. To the eye, I’m mostly sugar: 5'7" and slender with plush pink lips, long dark ringlets, and eyes full of wonder, but my innocent look conceals more than a little spice.

If you seek a Dominant Princess, know that I am a loving ruler: I choose to be nurturing and tender to my obedient slaves. How can you please me? You might help me get ready for the ball by massaging my lush skin from head to toe or dressing my body in sleek corsetry and silky attire. If you’re careless or clumsy, I will decorate myself, and use your face as my dressing-chair. Are you ready to be pressed beneath my soft slim body? I’ll let you breathe, just a little bit...

Or do you prefer to serve as my sissy? I will gladly put you to work.
I can adorn your body in my pretty outfits, and show you what it means to be a captive – or captivating – sex symbol. If you learn my moves, I'll welcome you in to my exclusive club. If you are too shy, too naughty or too lazy, I'll have no choice but to lead you through physical pain and verbal reprogramming, till you liberate the wanton slut within you.

I reward good behavior with body worship. My feet are smooth, my legs are long, and my breasts are soft. Would you like to caress them? Perhaps I’ll let you...or I may just tease you and laugh, keeping all you desire just barely out of reach. Either way, I take joy in your quivering excitement. In the heat of the moment, I might just play a mischievous trick – like tying your hands together, attaching you to a far wall, and stretching out on my throne to bring myself to slow, luxurious orgasm while you try in vain but just can’t quite manage to touch yourself.

How resilient are you? Lie down – you can be my magic carpet while I try out my brand new shoes. Feel my full weight through the points of my heels pressing sharply into your skin. Later, you can be my balance beam or yoga mat while I tone and stretch my lithe young body.

But what if your behavior is not up to standard? Don't let my compassionate manner deceive you! My delicate look conceals a sadistic streak; ignite my demons, and I will make your blood run cold. Innocent mistakes will be disciplined with strokes of my whip, punctuated by a scornful lecture to remind you of your place. If I find you reprehensible enough, I won't hold back. I'll clamp your most intimate parts and watch you struggle and squirm as I assault you with cruel words. I'll kick your ugly chest with my pretty shoes. With a menacing stare, I’ll slap your face or spit in your mouth; I’ll pull your hair and command that you swallow.

Perhaps you prefer softer, more sensual play? My secret life emerges at night, when I run into the forest, strip off my clothes, and channel the Goddess. At those times, if you wish to be initiated into the cult of the Goddess, you may approach Me. You will bring flowers or chocolate to lay at My feet, and you will be graciously permitted to worship the delicate contours of My luminous body, garnishing Me with fine treats of honey or whipped cream. You may request a drink of liquid sunshine, or a chance to be overwhelmed by My intoxicating scent. I can feminize your vulgar male body with corsetry, silks, satins, and pearls. You will look beautiful, but be careful ... If you should become too vain, I will inflict physical pain to remind you of your mortality.

Mysticism brings out my serious side. I am interested in your emotions- your dreams, inhibitions, and fears. Do you wish to become more keenly aware of your body or expand the breadth of your inner awareness? I am refining my natural abilities to sense and manipulate energy. I'll play with your senses- pleasure and pain, hot and cold, movement and restraint. The contrast and paradox of the universe are reiterated for those under my control.

We all have alter-egos. In the endless ocean of my imagination, I store a wild array of scenarios. Here are my favorites:

The CEO:
The office is the perfect setting for juicy bribery, ruthless blackmail, and degrading corporate slavery. In my chic powersuit and vampy heels, I can make your life a living hell with verbal threats, tease and denial, or just pure and simple pain (like my heels digging mercilessly into your weak subordinate flesh), until you finally submit to my demands.

The Deranged Caretaker:
As your mother, sister, aunt, schoolteacher or babysitter, I am fed up with your immature behavior. You might just earn yourself a good spanking over my knee. I have a twisted streak; I'll tie you to a chair screaming and crying, and humiliate you with nasty words and forced exposure. I may exploit your innocence to achieve my own pleasure, forcing you to masturbate, to watch me get off, or to listen to my dirty stories.

The Malevolent Educator:
Have you been lazy or disruptive in class? I wield a ready palm or paddle for precise discipline. Exceptionally bad boys should anticipate a rough, splintery cane. It isn't beyond me to use some restrictive rope and verbal shaming while I've got you trapped in the time-out corner.

If you are considerate and compatible, I might also invite you to help me explore my submissive desires:

The Naughty Schoolgirl:
As soon as I step into my Varsity sweater and pleated skirt, I am a scheming, defiant, foul mouthed brat. (Probably promiscuous, too!) As my well meaning, but disappointed and very irritated principal, you have no choice but to punish me with my ruler, your belt, some bondage, and more.

The Exploited Schoolgirl:
Maybe I am the victim of your exploitation. As a poor innocent, subject to your sick desires, I am very afraid. Who knows what you will do? Will you tie my arms, pull my hair, make me lift up my skirt so you can spank my bottom red? Or just frighten me with your threats as you force me to confess my most shameful secrets?

The Incompetent Secretary:
I want to please – really I do! But I can never seem to get it right. Show me how with disparaging comments, forced nudity, and a whip.

I offer ...
spanking - exhibitionism - tease and denial - tickling - trampling - CBT - faceslapping - smothering - spitting - verbal humiliation - forced feminization - g/s - sensory deprivation - forced masturbation - objectification

No scat play or enemas- NO SEX!

If you would like to meet me, call 510 234 7887 between 10am and 8pm, any day except Sunday, to make an appointment. Or, send me an email at phantasmatopia@gmail.com