Vancouvers Dainty Sadist

Memoir of a travelling Domina .

Mr X

In the sprawling urban labyrinth of Vancouver , there lived a woman known in the underground circles as Madam Rabbit 

She was not your typical dominatrix; she was an artist, a psychologist, and a traveler, all wrapped into one enigmatic package. Her reputation had spread far and wide, not just for her skills in the art of domination but for her unique approach to her craft.

She  didn’t confine herself to a single dungeon. Instead, she traveled to her clients, bringing with her an air of mystery and the promise of experiences tailored to the deepest desires of each individual. Her black suitcase, always by her side, was her bag of tricks , filled with an assortment of implements from silk blindfolds to custom-made leather whips, each chosen with precision for the session ahead.

One chilly November evening, she  received a message from a client in the city , a tech mogul who had grown weary of the predictable patterns of his life. He yearned for something that could shake him from his comfort zone, something only she could provide. She accepted the challenge.

Upon arriving  to his grand scale penthouse ,  , known for its privacy and mystery . She transformed her space he had given her into a temporary sanctuary of power and submission. Her client, known to her only as Mr. X, walked in and stripped , kneeled in front of her and began their ritual of locking him , binding him and testing him . 

The session was meticulously planned over encrypted emails, ensuring every boundary was respected, every fantasy explored safely.  She took Mr. X on a journey through his psyche, using her understanding of human psychology to guide him through scenarios that tested his limits and rewarded his bravery. There was no traditional dungeon here, just the room transformed by her  presence into a space of control and release.

The walls were bare 

The room – minimalist 

After the session, Mr. X was visibly changed, his eyes holding a new spark of self-awareness. madam ever the professional, left him with aftercare advice and the promise of discretion. She packed her suitcase, not just with her implements but with the satisfaction of having facilitated a profound personal transformation.

Her  travels didn’t end there. From the high-rises of Vancouver to the hidden chambers in north van , she moved with grace and authority, each journey a testament to her unique form of artistry. Her clients were from all walks of life, each seeking something different: control, release, understanding, or simply the thrill of the unknown.

But her   life wasn’t just about her professional encounters. Each building she visited was an opportunity to explore, to learn, to connect with the world in ways that enriched her own life. She would often spend her days off wandering through art museums, listening to local musicians, or simply sitting in cafes, observing the human condition she so intimately engaged with in her work.

And so, Madam   continued her travels, her suitcase ever at her side, a symbol of her freedom and her calling. In every establishment she left behind a trail of stories, of lives touched, of boundaries pushed, and of desires understood. Her journey was not just about domination but about exploring the vast landscapes of human emotion and control, one client, one  domicile at a time.

Booking outcall

You will follow my rituals to obtain my presence .

Dungeon space

I have access to numerous play spaces

Contact me via my email

Thedaintysadist@proton.me