I don’t answer calls. Except for private online sessions🤭 Whispers reach me only through WhatsApp or email, where obedient words are rewarded. Your Prague sorceress, draped in the city’s shadows, yet one private message away from appearing at your door anywhere in Europe. Ask nicely… and I might just let the leash stretch that far. Everything you surrender stays locked behind my smile, your name, your filthiest fantasies, the trembling secrets you’ve never told another soul. Absolute discretion is my favorite form of control. I sculpt surrender in many tongues: 🦶🏻 Worship at my feet (bare, arched, or wrapped in leather and sky-high boots) 💛 Golden baptism beneath me 🐶 Turned into my eager, collared creature 🔥 Whips that paint you in perfect shades of red 🖤 Latex, leather, nylon, second skins that make you beg to be peeled 🦋 Forced femininity and sissy rebirth 🗝️ Your pleasure caged, key cold against my thigh 😈 Verbal crucifixion until you thank me for every wound ⛳️ Cock and balls offered up for my amusement 🤤 Spit as holy water ⛓️ Ropes, blindfolds, silence, sensory storms 💸 Wallet slowly, deliciously emptied 🕯️ Impact that echoes for days 🚪 Reduced to furniture, to toy, to nothing but utility 🍰 Wet, messy, ridiculous, divine 🍆 Taken, claimed, bent over and owned Soft voice or cruel hand, slow ruin or sudden collapse, whatever breaks you most beautifully. Write to me. Kneel in the inbox. And let the ritual begin.