​Where power bends..

I strip away the armor you wear in the world, not with force, but with presence. Power is undone in silence, not spectacle. Sensual domination and Tantra are my gateways, quiet rituals that strip away armor. From there, I weave psychological control, financial obedience, and foot worship into a luxury exchange that is as addictive as it is discreet.

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I am Ulla Burns:  a Muse to inspire, a Goddess to worship, and a Mistress to obey.

A poised, mature enchantress with long, lean legs, grey-blue eyes that read deeper than words, and a voice that wraps around your thoughts like silk.

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Born of sophistication and shaped by desire, I offer more than kink.
I offer transformation.

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My presence is refined. Disarming.
The kind that slips beneath your skin and lingers.
My dominance isn’t theatrical,  it’s intrinsic.

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It threads through my stare, flickers in my grin, and anchors in every word I choose.
I don’t bark. I guide. I unmake you,  softly, deliberately.

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Educated in London, fluent in French and other languages, and seasoned by travel across the world, I live with the grace of a woman who knows herself and knows exactly how to handle a man who thinks he does.

 

Some may call me aloof. I call it moving with intention.
I don’t seek attention. I command it.

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The Man I See

You imagine yourself strong, decisive. Yet here, I will teach you the beauty of yielding.
The way your chest will tighten when I pause,  like waiting for my permission to move.
The way a single command will echo in your mind for days.
The way you’ll begin to crave correction more than comfort.

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I live for beauty, not superficial prettiness, but the kind that stays.
The brushstrokes of a Renaissance master… the shimmer of Impressionist light… the line of a perfectly tailored heel… the slow, deliberate curve of submission drawn over time.

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My days are steeped in refinement: walking through New York City, training my body through yoga and movement, savoring cuisine fit for queens, and bathing my senses in architecture, art, and design.
I have a taste for real estate, the bones of cities, and the structures that house our private cravings.

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​My sense of humor is wicked.
My presence-intoxicating.
And my standards? Impeccable.

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Men come to me seeking release.
What they find is purpose.

 

You may arrive curious.
But if you stay… it will be because I’ve made you crave structure, devotion, and something sacred.

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If you recognize yourself in these words, you are ready to apply

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