Jane Darrow

I discovered the allures of bondage at an early age, courtesy of the quintessential Bond Girl; seeing Jane Seymour and Ursula Andress struggle to break-free set me ablaze. From a gagged Mary Goodnight in “The Man with the Golden Gun,” waist-bound Barbara Bach in “The Spy Who Loved Me,” to a strung up, serpent-plagued Solitaire in “Live and Let Die,” the chair-bound Bond heroine embodied, to me, a particular kind of perilous elegance, the damsel in distress poised between fear and composure. After seeing Catherine Deneuve dragged across the mud, flagellated by her husband’s men for hire in Belle de Jour (1967), I knew my desires were not what you’d call quotidian. Maybe it was Séverine’s muted fantasies of submission that tormented me most; the suggestion that the longing for correction and ritual always exist beneath respectability.

An infatuation with BDSM more broadly was not long to follow, thanks in part to the works of John Willie, Irving Klaw, and the iconic Bunny Yeager. Subsequently, I developed an enduring passion for fetish art, literature, and history, and simply adore being gifted with artefacts from the annals of the erotic. All the better when this goes hand in hand with indulging in the art itself. Whether cuffs, gags, bars, shackles, stocks, cages, the simplicity of duct-tape or intricacy of Shibari, I dream about the sweet embrace of bondage. I have a particular penchant for device bondage, and in a former life even made bespoke pillories, tested out on yours truly.

With years in the submissive lifestyle, I am skilled in guiding those newer to power play to explore their dominance. Those more practiced in the lifestyle of BDSM can find in me a willingness to delve further into the depths of power-exchange and live out their foremost fantasies. Naturally the more trust built between us, the greater the capacity for suspension of our disbelief. With a past in the performing arts, I have a verve for role-play and adore dressing up in costume; whether serving as an unsullied school girl, surreptitious sister, unsuspecting secretary, impressionable patient, or simply your classic damsel in distress, I promise complete immersion and capacity to suspend your disbelief. In the right circumstances, I even adore indulging role-plays of more ‘taboo’ stripes, such as Age Play or Consensual Non-consent. Don’t hesitate to share with me your most salacious storylines.

Impact-play also constitutes somewhat of a my specialty and is often best enjoyed with a titillating role-play. I am well adept at taking the cane, and with trust in tow, can even endure up to one hundred strokes per session. Late at night, when I’m curled up in bed and allow my thoughts wander, like a tongue returning to a cavity, I imagine the cane strikes; it is less about the stroke itself than the moment before it—the stillness, the knowledge of what’s next. What will be?