The first time you kneel for me, something inside you shifts. You won’t realize it yet, but your body does. You’ll feel it in the way your breath catches as I circle you—heels clicking, raven-black hair brushing my shoulders, caramel skin glowing in the dim light, and a gaze sharp enough to undress your ego.

I don’t rush. I let you squirm, watching the doubt crawl across your face before it melts under my stare.

I’ve traveled from Los Angeles to London, mastering sensual domination. With me, surrender is a rebirth.

Maybe you crave Mommy’s stern nurturing, discipline wrapped in care.
Or the callous cruelty of being retrained, reformed.
Or perhaps you’re a couple seeking a teasing princess to shake your foundation. I speak close—too close. My breath on your neck, my words in your ear. You’ll squirm, shiver, melt.

And I’ll laugh—because I love to laugh.
It’s the laugh of a woman who has already read your secrets in the way you clench your fists, the twitch in your breath, the ache in your voice when you whisper, “Please…”  You’ll be distracted by the sound of my heels—size 10.5/11—powerful, purposeful. A reminder of my control.

When I’m done, you’ll leave lighter, altered… obsessed.
You’ll try to tell yourself it was just an experience.
But you’ll feel me in your bones.

Go ahead.
Kneel.
Let’s begin.A brief list of experiences with Nomi are listed:

Mommy Domme

Sensory deprivation

Sissy training, transformation

CBT

Heavy Role Play (age, socio, fantasy, et al)

Bondage (chain, leather, rope et al)

Degradation/Humiliation (from soft to extreme)

Medical (electro, watersports, medical examination)

Corporal Punishment

Worship (foot, heel, boot et al)

Bizarre

Nomi sessions with all gender orientations, abilities, and ethnicities.