• Creating The Grrrl of Your Dreams (& Forced Feminisation)

    Post #12: Creating the grrrl of your dreams (& Forced Feminisation)

    Femininity is truly divine, so I’m not surprised when I meet men who want me to push them into the feminine. As a queer person I often find myself exploring different ways of expressing my gender, sometimes being more masculine and others more feminine. So wanting to explore other gender expressions isn’t odd to me. Masculinity is a rigid expression, it doesn’t allow a lot of creativity in comparison to femininity. At the same time femininity can quickly feel like a cage when others don’t understand it’s vastness. Both ends of expression bare societal expectations that push and pull us, sometimes giving us joy whilst other times becoming a burden.

    What I enjoy about playing with forced feminisation is how it allows me to question what femininity is. Normally what’s expected in a forced feminisation scene is a nearly flamboyant girly girl slut aesthetic (an aesthetic I personally love!). But what happens when we dive deeper into what femininity truly is? What is it you long for when imagining the feminine? Who are you when you’ve finally become the girl of your dreams?

    Is it in the clothes or the way you walk? Is it your sensuality or sensitive nature? Perhaps what’s no longer expected of you? Or is it what is expected of you? Maybe you’re finally just being yourself? Or maybe you just want to dip in and then out? What does it sound like when you cum? Are you allowed to let it all out? Maybe it’s a certain body you connect to the feminine? Perhaps it’s the life force and creation?

    Femininity is a vast space to play in, we can go deep into the fringes of taboos or come closer to your reality. I can rid you of expectations or make you into what’s expected. I love the moulding aspect of forced feminisation, how it allows me to create and prey. It gives me the permission to turn you, just like a vampire turning a mortal.

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  • The Servant

    Image of my mentor Queen Li’s slave greeting me.

    Post #11: The Servant

    When thinking of BDSM it feels like most people think of the dom/slave dynamic. Which isn’t odd seeing as it’s a dynamic that is common in the scene. As a black dominatrix the idea of having a slave has always felt a bit off for me. I can’t help but to think of my ancestors who once were enslaved under colonialism. But kink is filled with taboos, and it is the taboo of the kink that makes it intriguing. There are a bunch of taboos I enjoy indulging in and I wouldn’t have it any other way. But I do believe in navigating these taboos in an informed way. So I’m not against the existence of the slave dynamic, if anything there’s some interest for it.

    In my blog post #8 I talk about wanting a service cuck. Someone to do my chores at home whilst I do whatever I want. From work to fucking and everything in between. When imagining even further how this sub would be, I realise they take the form of a silent servant. The servant is similar to the slave in a way, one of the differences is that a servant gets to eventually clock-out. When imagining my servant, I imagine high-protocol service and absolute obedience. I see a contract being made and rigorous training in order to make sure they know how to serve me to a T.

    They would be educated in how to clean my home, cook my favourite food, do my laundry. They would run my errands and check in to see I have whatever I need, an expert of myself and my needs. I imagine bringing them to shopping trips, events or wherever I might need an extra hand. I imagine them being invisible, only appearing to step in for my needs. They would hold my bags, jacket, drinks and the likes. They would scrub my boots, lick them clean, be my table or even my seat. Like a shadow they would follow me around, discrete and anonymous. Then I’d bring them home after a long day of being locked up, tie up their arms and clean them up.

    I see my servant as a companion who is deeply objectified and rarely sexualised, but every so often I might share with them a bit of intimacy.

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  • Be(cum)ing a Professional Dominatrix

    Picture of Mistrix Syx first session in a professional dungeon, their journey towards becoming a professional dominatrix.

    Post #10: Be(cum)ing a Professional Dominatrix

    Becoming a professional dominatrix means a lot to me. For the past ten years I’ve explored BDSM with play partners, lovers and romantic partners. And along side all of this I’ve written and fantasised about dominatrixes. For some reason I didn’t connect the dots. I always believed the stories I wrote were about others, but I’ve come to realise they were about myself. Now that I’ve taken the first steps towards becoming a professional dominatrix, I see how the stories I wrote are coming into fruition. I am becoming the dominatrix I wrote, fantasised and looked up to.

    I am in the beginnings of this journey and I have a lot of training ahead of me. It’s important for me to be humble and not expect my transistion from lifestyle kinkster to professional to go quickly. In my private life sessions are very intimate, they’re messy, D.I.Y. and my tools are often everyday things (a belt, saran wrap, scarfs, my hands). I use my body to restrain my lovers, wrestling them down, pulling from the ankle or pressing them against a window. My words or absence of them usually set the tone. Everyday-kink for me doesn’t recquire much other than consent, negotiation and a safeword. But I do want more.

    I fantasise about elaborate set-ups, high technological dungeons, large bondage entrampments, intricate medical rooms and brick dungeons. I fantasise about chaining people from ceilings, walls and floors. Sleeping on beds with subs caged underneath. Restraining subs to gynecology chairs and using a fuck machine to penetrate them. And becoming a professional dominatrix gives me the opportunity to have such decadent sessions.

    In the picture of this post is my mentor Queen Li and I at one of my training sessions. This picture is from my first session in a professional dungeon and I’ll never forget it. It’s the first time I experienced serious dom-drop and it made me realise how much I need this.

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  • My Slutty Little Pet

    Post #9: My slutty little pet

    What if I made you my slutty little pet? Forcing you to wear the make-up of my choice. What if I sat you down and tied you up? Fixing your hair and dolling you up. If I made you my slutty litte pet, I’d put a corset on you to accentuate your waist. I’d make your eyes look big and innocent with eyeshadow and liner. Then use my favourite Shiseido lash curler. You’d get fake lashes and lipgloss, even some blush. I’d do anything to make you look like my perfect little slut.

    

I’d bend you over and shave you clean, making sure there’s not a hair to be seen. I’d lube you up and give you a tail, then sit you right back down. I’d tie your hands behind your back and shave your most private parts. Then I’d lock you up and put a cute thong on you, then collar you with your little pet name.

    If I ever had a little pet then it would be the sluttiest I’ve ever seen. I’d dress it up and whore it out, making them service anyone in need. I’d make sure their mouth was always in use, no dick in my vicinity would ever be dry. If I made you my slutty little pet, you would beg and squirm and cry.

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  • Service Cuck

    Image of Mistrix Syx for the blog post about service cucks.

    Post #8: Service Cuck

    I’ve been thinking a lot about what I’m looking for in a service sub. What qualities they should have, the chores I need done, what service means to me… I keep on seeing a person in a small maid outfit facing one of the corners of my living room. I like the idea of my service sub also being a cuckold, no matter what their gender, being locked into a chastity device.

    Imagine being on your knees in my home, washing my floor with your bare hands. When you bend over to wash the crevices under my bookshelf I get a glimpse of your chastity device from behind whilst fucking one of my lovers. That’s exactly how I imagine the dynamic I share with my future service cuck.

    So what would it take for you to become my service cuck? Here’s some things I have in mind…

    1. Genuinely submissive
    2. Respectful
    3. A good listener
    4. Punctual
    5. Good at taking verbal instructions
    6. Detail-oriented
    7. Loves being of service
    8. Be a cuckold
    9. Enjoys organising/creating systems of organisation
    10. Needs to be objectified

    At the end of the day I want a service cuck who feels this is their calling. Someone who needs to be used, objectified and restrained. There’s a difference between those who enjoy a kink and those who need a kink – and I want the latter. For me it’s important that my service cuck is in complete submission to me whilst being in my home. They must be eager to follow my demands and not have any other expectation than to be of my service. And if you’re lucky I might just feel like tying you up and forcing you to watch me fuck one of my lovers.

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  • I Want You To Beg (To Give Me Your Money)

    Post #7: I want you to beg (to give me your money)

    I see you there on the cement pavement, you’re on your knees. I’m standing by the ATM and you’re begging to me. You want me to take the bundle of cash from your hands. But you’re not begging enough. I’m standing there unimpressed, telling you to beg MORE! HARDER! Show me your desperation. I’m not sure what’s turning me on more, the money or the beads of sweat dropping from your hairline. I love it when subs beg for me – like why wouldn’t you? You adore me, you long for me, you put me on the highest of piedestals. I am what you long for most in this world. And your tributes are a measly way of trying to get my attention. I accept them, but it’s the bare minimum.

    You will beg to get my attention, you will beg to be taken from, to be punished, put in your place and ignored. You will beg to be treated as you deserve, as nothing. If you’re lucky I might glance at you, be disgusted by you, look down at you — but only if you’re lucky. I will cherish this moment, but not because of your half-ass contribution. Because I didn’t even give you the slightest amount of satisfaction. I relish off of ignoring low value humans like yourself and taking the only thing that makes you of worth – your money.

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  • Build-A-Slut

    Post #6: Build-a-slut

    Does ‘‘build-a-bear’’ still exist? That store where you can custom build your own teddy bear. I remember always wanting to go there as a child. I would fantasise about picking out each detail of my future plushie. Every choice being as important as the next, from the colour of the nose to the button eyes and accessories. Even in my fantasy my perfectionism was showing. I would go through all the choices I’d make over and over again… picking, assembling and looking at my imaginary build-a-bear. I really enjoyed making all these decisions and creating something from scratch. Maybe that’s why I became an artist, and maybe that’s why I love being dominant.

    As an adult I’ve continued to play with toys, but instead of plushies I play with subs. I love a good slutty sub, needy or a bit bratty, eager to be used, charismatic and a sense of servitude. Not every sub is a slut, and not all sluts are the same. But I do love all sluts in every way they possibly can be. Just like my meticulous build-a-bear fantasies I enjoy building my own sluts. But I’m not interested in creating a characterless cookie cutter line of build-a-sluts like the bear franchise. I have my preferences, but it’s each persons own charisma, kinks and style that makes moulding them into my slut exciting.

    When I first meet a potential new sub, we go through all their kinks, fetishes and soft/hard boundaries. From there I can see what we have in common and what spikes my interest. Some people bring out things in me that I never knew existed. Meanwhile others allow me to deepen my practice. Apart of building my own slut is deciding their aesthetics, what type of slut they are, their degree of servitude and what form of pleasure they’ll specialise in. All of this in accordance to our conversations of who they are. Taking into account personality and personal interests as well as kinks/boundaries.

    At the end of the day it’s my choice to decide what features to accentuate or not. Slut training is something I’m still learning and happens to be my mentor Queen Li’s specialty. It’s something I’ve always enjoyed but haven’t understood can be a whole specialisation of it’s own. My mentor has developed a thorough slut training program that she uses for her subs and I can’t wait to create my own.

    So what exactly do I desire for my build-a-slut? I can’t really go into detail yet, but size training with my strap-on is a non-negotiable. If you’d like to be a part of my journey in becoming a professional dominatrix, then please check out my wishlist or book a training session with me!

  • Manifesting My Very Own Personal ATM

    Post #5: Manifesting my very own personal ATM

    I love money, I love feeling the weight of cash in my hands. The smell of fresh bills straight from the ATM. The sound of flipping through a fat wad of money. I hate how our world is becoming more and more cashless by the day. I love the anonymity and integrity that comes with using cash. Why would I want all my transactions recorded and archived? Besides, plastic cards are boring. I’d much rather scramble through a thick stack of bills in my wallet. Or even better, drag along my very own personal ATM with a fat wallet – always ready to pay for whatever I please. So I’m manifesting my very own personal ATM. A paypig who longs to pay for my needs. A human wallet to bring on long and extravagant shopping trips. A personal ATM to extract cash from whenever I want. This year I will find my perfect little piggy and when I use you, you will crack open for me.

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  • 687 (Have You Heard the Story of How Seven Ate Nine?)

    Post #4: 687 (Have you heard the story of how seven ate nine?)

    Have you heard the story of how seven ate nine? If you’re familiar with numerology then you’ll know that all of us have life path numbers. Well, my life path number is nine. When I was trying to figure out my dominatrix name, my best friend reached out to me and said: how about Syx? Instantly it felt right, it’s sensual, sexy and sharp – and I also love names that begin with the letter S.

    I started doing research about the number six to see if there were any interesting references I could connect to the name. I came to think about how my expression number is three and life path number is nine. Six is in the middle of three and nine, and thus a reflection of these in a sense. I also thought about my fears and the inner-doubt I’d have to conquer to succeed as a professional dominatrix. 



    This made me think of the joke of why six was afraid of seven. Do you know why six was afraid of seven? Because seven ate nine. Seven became a representation of my fears eating my potential which is represented by nine. So in order to reach my potential as a professional dominatrix, I must eat seven – so Syx ate seven. This is the reason why my blog is called Syx Ate Seven, and why I fell so hard for the name Syx.

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  • Dominating My Own Identity

    Post #3: Dominating my Own Identity

    As a child I was a tomboy. Most of my friends were guys. I’d race down alleyways on my BMX, often crashing into each other. Leaving bruises all over my legs that are still there to this day. I’ve always been a bit of an adrenaline junky, luckily I was allowed to play hard as a child. When I became a teenager everything changed. I started wearing make-up, got a weave, dressed more feminine and essentially became a ‘‘girly girl’’. I enjoyed the aesthetics of femininity, but hated the gender roles expected of me.

    Whatever idea others had of me as a girl, I didn’t fit in. Smoking ciggarettes, shouting my mind, standing up for others, studying hard, being critical, making the first move, partying a lot. All these things summed up to me being the whore. Which I took on with pride, I didn’t want to be anyones Saint. The boys at my school hated me (and secretly wanted me). It was a weird dichotomy but I understood that they were too stupid to understand my range.

    At the age of 23 I finally understood that I can take even more control over my identity. My trans friends taught me about the gender binary and cisnormativity. They made me understand that gender is a construct just like many things in our world. Feeling like an alien was second nature to me, I couldn’t relate to either men or women. I didn’t want to have to identify as anything really. Why couldn’t I be nothing? Or everything all-at-once? I didn’t want to be weighed down by the expectations of being a girl despite loving the aesthetics of girls.

    As soon as I was introduced to the identity ‘agender’ I started identifying myself as that. To be agender is to not align with any gender at all. I am still super feminine and love the ‘girly girl’ aesthetic, I identify with being a femdom. But I am essentially agender, nothing, or everything-all-at-once. How do I like to be referred to? No pronouns, just my name, Syx or for my subs, Mistrix Syx.

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