Devotion. Discipline. Perversion. Power.

I am not here to reenact your fantasy. I am here to unearth what lies beneath it; the tension, the ache, the truth of who you are when the mask slips

I am Mistress Ada.

For the past six years, I have worked professionally as a Dominatrix: intuitive, exacting, and deeply embodied. Formally trained through an apprenticeship at one of Australia’s leading dungeons.

My physicality is undeniable. I stand 5’11” (6’4” in heels), forged through years as a competitive bodybuilder. But strength alone does not define Me. It is the discipline behind it — the repetition, the structure, the intent — that helped shape more than just my body. It shaped the way I lead. The way I hold.

I do not dominate to play a part. I am not the classic dominatrix archetype. I do not exist for the male gaze, and I do not follow scripts passed down through porn and performance. My dominance is lived. It is responsive.

It is Mine.

 Sadism with Care

I am a sadist. Not for cruelty, but for the poetry in pain. For the beauty in resistance. The honesty in unravelling. I find it exquisite — that trembling moment when someone chooses to let go, not to fall apart, but to be rebuilt. I savour that intensity. Not because I disregard your limits, but because I respect them enough to take you to their edge. With care. With precision. With intent.
Because I care.

 Empathy & Attunement

Empathy is not separate from my dominance; it is part of what makes it so effective. I am not detached. I am not indifferent. I read breath, hesitation, hunger. I do not dominate in spite of my empathy; I dominate through it. Because I know how to find what matters. How to hold it. How to use it

My maturity is part of my edge, and part of your safety. You will feel it in how I hold you, how I read you, and how I respond when something unexpected surfaces.
My practice is rooted in consent, in precision, in presence.

 Filth Fuckery Rebellion

Because pain is only one part of what I do. I revel in perversion. In transgression. In the flicker of a taboo spoken aloud. I hold space for those who are ready to explore themselves — not to perform, but to be seen. I delight in filth. In fuckery. In challenging the rules you have been taught to follow. Not just in kink, but in life. I want to push past what’s expected and into what’s real, what is yours.

People often ask what My favourite kink is. It is not a toy. Not a technique. It is the energy. The pulse between us when you stop performing. The moment you unravel. The breath before you beg. The stillness after you break. It is watching you step into who you really are…and own it.

 My practice is not about obedience for its own sake. I do not want puppets. I want people. Honest. Curious. Perverse. You do not need experience, you need to show up. Open, unfiltered, and real. If you feel the pull and bring something true, even if it trembles, I will meet it.

Not everyone is invited in.

But for those who are…

WELCOME