Before you stands a teenage female doberman, already an epitome of dominant prowess, power and perfection. Her slick high heeled, steel capped boots cling to her calves, stopping below the knee. She has a belt with a black and silver skull buckled tight on her abdomen. In this belt is an arsenal of the fine arts of Domination, from ball gags to whips, to bracelets and blindfolds, she's pretty much more kitted out than Batman. A black leather jacket hides her slender frame, covering her round breasts and between her two pointy ears sits a black leather cap with a steel brim.

Occasionally she will grow out her hair, a burnt brown colour but normally she shaves her head leaving buzz cut fuzzy fur only. Her clothing rarely diverts from black and blue, the colour of bruising. Black billowy overcoats to tight lush blue latex stockings; she's modelled for it all. As a teenage girl she fights to be accepted, overly defensive and eager to both please and be pleasured.

And that's that! I'm just a girl looking to slip away from reality every once in a while and practice my writing both safely and securely.