Category: 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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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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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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Post #2: This Daddy Needs Coffee (I’ll Never Forget my First Sub)

I’ll never forget my first sub. Every so often I get a text with an update on how his journey into submission is going. We didn’t meet for very long, about half a year. It was the first time I had a submissive play partner that I met regularly over a period of time. He had no experience of BDSM or kink, but he was eager to try. We had a new goal for our session each time we met. I was living in a small dorm, so we didn’t have much space. But it was just enough to tie him up, gag him and use him.

Time passed and we started understanding our dynamic. I became his perverted daddy and he became my little. This was the first time I explored a dd/little dynamic. The stark contrasts of these sessions and the perverted nature of it’s world is what I loved the most. From lovingly cuddly to corporal punishment, from soft to hard and sensual to painful. This flow, from one side to the other and everything-in-between, is what got me hooked on kink. Choreographing a shift in energy. Creating unexpected scenarios. Being in total control whilst seeing your sub fall deeply into losing control. 



Our sessions were far from perfect, we were both pretty new to the scene. But our sessions made me understand that I can be both sensual and strict. That one doesn’t necessarily negates the other. As a result I became more aware of the energy in a scene. I became more sensual. Every so often I think of him as well. The late evenings of slowly tying him up and the marks left afterwards. Spooning him only to engulf him like a spider eating it’s prey. He was sweet and he was obsessed with me – just how I like my subs.

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Post #1: Becoming my Bitch

One of my very first kinky memories is of myself as a child consensually tying up one of my best friends naked. I remember how natural it felt and how comfortable we were. This wasn’t the first time we incorporated other materials into our sexual explorations, but it was the first time we tried bondage. At the time I didn’t have any idea of what I was doing. All I knew was that we both enjoyed ourselves and that it felt different than anything else we had tried before. This experience was my first contact with kink and it set a precedence for the rest of my sexual life.

At the age of 20, I met M, a charismatic queer black girl. Just like me she had a taste for everything other than vanilla. One day, after one of our usual deeply detailed talks about our sex lives she asked me a question:

”Have you heard of Darkside?”

Darkside is a Scandinavian BDSM forum. The next day I made an account, and a couple weeks later I met my first play partner D. This time I decided to explore my submissive side. D was older than me, experienced and took his role as dominant very seriously. D taught me the fundamentals of BDSM in a risk-aware consensual way. But our relationship didn’t last very long. I would pick, pry and poke at D, I drove him crazy. I was an annoying sub topping from the bottom. After some time we stopped meeting and I realised I should stick to exploring my dominant side.

I had so much fun exploring dominance in my twenties. I loved intimidating men, dissecting their psyche and relinquishing them of power. My favourite thing of all was to meet unsuspecting vanilla men on tinder dates. My goal for these dates was to see how much I could get them to submit to me. To be honest, I did not meet one man that wasn’t interested in becoming my bitch for the night.

These unconventional kinky dates allowed me to explore my dominance in a playful and unpretentious way. There were no elaborate scenes planned, just improvised exchanges of power and trust for the unknown. A lot of these men continued to explore BDSM after meeting me. I still get contacted by a couple of them, updating me on how their practice is going. These meetings were fundamental in forming my dominance. I gained confidence in my role as a dominatrix and learned how much I love to prey.

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!