In with the new.
Like a snake, I like to shed skins every once in a while. Change feels very good to me. Those who have known me for a while know that I began dipping my toes into the BDSM world under a different name — I began four years ago in New York City as Mistress Niko Flux. Last year, I felt the need to shed a skin, and I renamed myself.
It’s been a real privilege to be called Mistress Cléo and to explore her desires with my cherished submissives, friends, and confidants. Such a pleasure to see how she retains the core of who I am, and to feel her newness as well.
This summer, I want to prioritize my fantasies. Above all, I want to share my time with those who contribute to my joy, comfort, and pleasure. Those who are interested in enacting real power exchange with me. And those who want to play with art-making as a sadomasochistic practice.
In the spirit of calling in these new desires, I’m making a list of fantasies.
We go out to dinner at an exquisite restaurant. You’re wearing a chastity device. Your key is hanging low on the chain of my necklace. I flirt with the waiters. At the end of dinner we call a car. From the look in my eyes and the bulge in my pants, you know I have a surprise for you.
You help me put on a set of exquisite lingerie and nylons. I say, “thank you, sweetie.” Then I stuff my sock in your mouth and shut you in the closet. "I don’t want to hear a peep out of you.” My lover knocks on the door.
In the middle of a bustling shoe store, I gesture for you to kneel in front of me. You remove my sandals, revealing my bare feet, and zip me into a new pair of thigh-high leather boots. When the salesperson is turned away, you sneak a kiss on the tip.
You give me your body to use as a canvas. I bind you so that you cannot move and mark it with my implements. And then I begin to pierce and carve to extract the best ink of all — your blood.
