L8dy Felina
@l8dyfelina.bsky.social
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Ritual Dominant. Rigger. Architect of Devotion. Discipline isn't given — it's earned. Enter the Coil.
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The bond is sealed in pink fire—soft to the eye, merciless to the soul. Those who enter it do not return unchanged.
You'd have a smirk too, if you knew. Can you guess what I'm...up...to?
Be still. Feel the storm coil around you. In this breath between calm and fury, obedience is born.
Look, I take my work seriously, and your pleasure even more seriously. But here's some things you may not know about me. First, I have a PhD in Biochemistry and have owned two biotech companies for two decades. Also, I have a wicked playful side and love pranks orchestrated against those I love.
Beneath the red veil, two shadows move as one. The air hums with devotion, and even silence dares not look away.
The Coil closes — its current spent, its mark left upon those who entered.
This is the final whisper of The Rite Complete.
Follow the sigil in my bio to experience the culmination of devotion.
You know where this goes - and you know you want it there, right?
Green fire seeps through silence, a living hymn to the serpent’s grace. To lie within its gaze is to remember what power feels like.
Beneath the serpent’s gaze, the world stills. Her will coils in silence before the strike, and those who kneel before her learn that devotion is not spoken—it is endured.
The Coil quickens; rhythm becomes its own language.
This glimpse is but the echo of The Stroke.
Follow the sigil in my bio to witness the full offering.
I know what you're thinking - she's going to ask me which one I prefer...

Bitch please - I expect you to take all of them 😈. There may be consent, but there are no choices in my dominion.
The Coil tightens — silence and restraint become the language of devotion.
This glimpse is only the beginning; the full ritual unfolds within my sanctuary.
Follow the sigil in my bio to witness The Binding in its entirety.
The Coil stirs again—six offerings, each a step deeper into surrender and awakening.
Those who wish to follow the path will find the trail clearly marked in my bio.
Even the serpent who commands must sometimes taste her own fire. Power and pleasure coil together—each feeding, each consuming, until only devotion remains. The full ritual is being cut and bound into form; the first offering of this series is unveiled tomorrow.
In my grasp hums the Serpent’s storm — a coil of living lightning. With every arc I etch obedience into your flesh, each spark a sigil binding you deeper into my dominion. Electricity is not pain but revelation, the current through which your surrender is sealed.
Two serpents entwined in the Coil — twin vessels of hunger, basking in surrender and rising in power.
Cloaked in the Serpent’s fire, I rise as the vessel of hunger and power. The silver fang is served not as ornament, but as sacrifice - piercing more than flesh, it impales the last refuge of your will. Within my grip you are filled, marked, and claimed, as I draw you deeper into my dominion.
Your voice fades as I seal it in shadow. In silence, you learn devotion; in surrender, you discover truth.
Beneath crimson skies, I fracture your stillness. Obedience is not given but seized - and I claim it. Surrender the marrow of your soul, and be reborn within my endless dominion.
Kneel at my feet and feel the weight of the serpent’s dominion. My implements are not toys but keys to your transformation, each strike a ritual, each gasp an offering. In my presence you are no longer yours — you are mine.
You crave to shimmer within the serpent’s glow of obedience, aching for the discipline only my hand can summon. The stroke of my hand is a serpent’s kiss, carrying the pain you were born to seek. Let not your fingers stray toward what is mine - keep them at the altar of your keyboard.
Beneath the serpent’s gaze, flesh becomes a living sigil—painted and bound in sacrifice. Coils lift the body skyward, between worlds, neither of earth nor air. Each knot whispers incantation, the tethered form an offering to unseen powers. This is no play, but rite: a summoning in rope and flesh.
Do you think you can please your Mistress by...hitting the target(s)?
The last thing you see before I bury your face in my hot, juicy pussy! With your cock aching to explode and your tongue eager to please me, what will be your final words as I smother your mouth?