At 5’5″, I am pure perversion and lust, because the best perfumes and most lethal poisons live in the weakest of the weak. But before I talk about my reigning persona, I must tell you about the woman who always felt lost and strange. Being modest and submissive always repelled and trapped me; rules seemed archaic and ridiculous to me. I felt like an outsider. In sex, I always preferred to be in control, give orders and focus on my pleasure as an alpha female in heat. I felt stimulated by the humiliation of others; tears and apologies were the best way to realize the insignificance of the other. BDSM entered my life in an unconventional way, through a man who seduced me with the idea of pain and pleasure. I will never forget that phrase: “We are all subject to the whip; the difference is knowing which side you are on.” My first session was like popping a bottle of champagne; I felt the bubbles and felt powerful, thirsty and hungry. Most importantly, I found my place; not just a place to walk, but to reign in my court where this female is at the top of the food chain. Dominating men, bringing them down to their knees, subduing them and stripping them of every last bit of resistance and masculinity has become a balm, a delight for me. From the day I popped the champagne, I decided that the world is a party and I would be the sole and main attraction. I am like the water that quenches thirst, the food that nourishes, the answer to the desperate, the beacon to the lost, the light at the end of the tunnel and the darkness and doom to the bold and unwary. I am Nanda, the queen you long to kneel before.