About Ulla Burns
Quiet Power, Devotional Control, Timeless Beauty

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.
Born of sophistication and shaped by desire, I offer more than kink. I offer transformation.
My presence is refined. Disarming.
The kind that slips beneath your skin and stays there.
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.
While some may call me aloof, I simply move with intention.
I don’t seek attention. I command it.
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I live for beauty. Not superficial prettiness, but the kind that lingers.
The brushstrokes of a Renaissance master… the shimmer of Impressionist light… the line of a perfectly tailored heel… the curve of submission drawn over time.
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I spend my days walking through New York City, training my body through yoga and movement, savoring fine 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.
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You may arrive curious.
But if you stay… it will be because I’ve made you crave structure, devotion, and something sacred.
​Some feel a maternal presence in me. A Mommy Domme energy that soothes while it disciplines. I don’t humiliate you because I hate you; I correct you because you crave structure. You’re not here to act out. You’re here to be undone, then rebuilt, in my image.
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This isn’t about pain or play.
This is about belonging to something greater.