My Standards
No chaos.
No last-minute changes.
No blurred lines.
Just structure.
Just clarity.
Just expectations – held tightly and without apology.
These aren’t rules for the sake of it.
They’re not preferences or power plays.
They exist to protect the experience – for both of us.
Without them, things fall apart. With them, things get deep. Controlled. Electric.
I call them standards.
And mine are not up for debate.
Confidentiality is Sacred
If you break it, you break everything.
This isn’t content. It’s connection. What happens here stays here.
No second chances.
Be On Time
You’re not paying for overtime.
I don’t run late.
Neither should you.
Be Clean
Head to toe. Inside and out.
No excuses. No shortcuts.
If you want to be touched, arrive like you care about being touched.
Don’t Lie
If you’ve got an injury, a trigger, a health concern – say so.
If there’s something you want but can’t admit – try.
I can’t hold what you hide.
Consent Isn’t Optional
The moment you try to push past My limits, the session’s done.
No warnings. No slow fade.
I don’t care how badly you wanted it. You’re not entitled to Me.
Tribute First
Deposit secures the time.
Payment opens the door.
No tribute, no time. That’s it.
Don’t Turn Up High
This isn’t a fantasy you numb yourself for.
If you need to be drunk or stoned to see Me, don’t see Me.
I need you sharp. Present. Able to take instruction.
No Creeping. No Testing. No Games.
No dick pics.
No “just being cheeky.”
No trying to see what you can get away with.
You’ll get blocked, blacklisted, and forgotten.
Do not Micromanage Me
This isn’t Build-a-Kink.
There’s a structure.
You’re stepping into My rhythm – not controlling it.
Respect the Off-Switch
This isn’t a hotline.
Don’t text Me for attention.
Don’t linger after. Don’t chase it.
When we’re done, we’re done.
If you can handle that,
you’re welcome here.
If not? Go away.
