L8dy Felina
@l8dyfelina.bsky.social
Ritual Dominant. Rigger. Architect of Devotion.
Discipline isn't given — it's earned.
Enter the Coil.
Discipline isn't given — it's earned.
Enter the Coil.
Where soft skin meets steel’s cold grace, the Coil breathes. Its heart beats through every strand, turning a simple cable into a conduit of will and awakening.
November 25, 2025 at 5:01 PM
Where soft skin meets steel’s cold grace, the Coil breathes. Its heart beats through every strand, turning a simple cable into a conduit of will and awakening.
There is a hush between us where words fall away. Open your soul there, and let me trace the patterns no one else sees.
November 22, 2025 at 10:57 PM
There is a hush between us where words fall away. Open your soul there, and let me trace the patterns no one else sees.
She parts the Sovereign Veils, revealing a presence carved of fire and intent. Step close only if you are ready to be unmade and remade.
November 19, 2025 at 4:18 AM
She parts the Sovereign Veils, revealing a presence carved of fire and intent. Step close only if you are ready to be unmade and remade.
Some ascend through struggle, others through myth. She requires neither. The Goddess returns to Her throne as though it has waited centuries, knowing its ruler by instinct. Power is not taken - it simply finds Her.
November 17, 2025 at 4:50 PM
Some ascend through struggle, others through myth. She requires neither. The Goddess returns to Her throne as though it has waited centuries, knowing its ruler by instinct. Power is not taken - it simply finds Her.
Heel! 2025 is this Saturday and I'm so excited, I could...cheer 📣 With so many lovely dominants being gathered in one venue, and a VIP dinner right before the event, you'll want to cheer, too.
Don't be a bad boy and disappoint me - it's not too late to sign up 😻😽
Don't be a bad boy and disappoint me - it's not too late to sign up 😻😽
November 11, 2025 at 8:07 PM
Heel! 2025 is this Saturday and I'm so excited, I could...cheer 📣 With so many lovely dominants being gathered in one venue, and a VIP dinner right before the event, you'll want to cheer, too.
Don't be a bad boy and disappoint me - it's not too late to sign up 😻😽
Don't be a bad boy and disappoint me - it's not too late to sign up 😻😽
A true sadist knows that pain is not given, but shared. Each mark, each tremor, is a memory written upon the body. I have walked through that fire myself - so I may guide others through it without losing them to the flame.
November 10, 2025 at 5:06 PM
A true sadist knows that pain is not given, but shared. Each mark, each tremor, is a memory written upon the body. I have walked through that fire myself - so I may guide others through it without losing them to the flame.
Bound in spirit and tethered by will, the creature kneels within the Coil’s circle - guided not by command, but by the pulse of recognition.
November 8, 2025 at 4:08 PM
Bound in spirit and tethered by will, the creature kneels within the Coil’s circle - guided not by command, but by the pulse of recognition.
Strength is not always a roar. Sometimes it is the quiet tilt of the head, the calm before purpose returns to flame.
November 7, 2025 at 1:16 AM
Strength is not always a roar. Sometimes it is the quiet tilt of the head, the calm before purpose returns to flame.
The strike begins long before it lands. It is born in silence, nurtured by intent, and loosed only when balance demands. Such is the rhythm of the Coil.
November 5, 2025 at 6:30 PM
The strike begins long before it lands. It is born in silence, nurtured by intent, and loosed only when balance demands. Such is the rhythm of the Coil.
Clad in the serpent’s glow, I hold the line between stillness and motion. In this circle of light, command and calm are one breath.
November 4, 2025 at 5:42 PM
Clad in the serpent’s glow, I hold the line between stillness and motion. In this circle of light, command and calm are one breath.
Heel! 2025 is less than two weeks away 🫨 This is your opportunity to meet and worship sixteen (yes, 16!) of Seattle's most desired foot models (including yours truly). Spaces are filling up fast so don't delay. Added bonus this year is a VIP dinner. Miss it and you'll be green with envy 😁😻😽
November 3, 2025 at 5:01 PM
Heel! 2025 is less than two weeks away 🫨 This is your opportunity to meet and worship sixteen (yes, 16!) of Seattle's most desired foot models (including yours truly). Spaces are filling up fast so don't delay. Added bonus this year is a VIP dinner. Miss it and you'll be green with envy 😁😻😽
Beyond the ache lies its reflection—the quiet calm that names pain sacred. In that mirrored stillness, the serpent rests, coiled between the wound and the healing it foretells.
November 2, 2025 at 9:35 PM
Beyond the ache lies its reflection—the quiet calm that names pain sacred. In that mirrored stillness, the serpent rests, coiled between the wound and the healing it foretells.
Woke up to rain. So stretching the morning blues away 😁 Wouldn't you like to have a front row seat? 😈
November 1, 2025 at 5:02 PM
Woke up to rain. So stretching the morning blues away 😁 Wouldn't you like to have a front row seat? 😈
When the world dulls and time forgets its pulse, I call you to rise. Within the Coil, there is no boredom - only awakening. Together we cast your ignored feelings out the window, letting the serpent’s breath stir what you thought long dead.
October 30, 2025 at 5:03 PM
When the world dulls and time forgets its pulse, I call you to rise. Within the Coil, there is no boredom - only awakening. Together we cast your ignored feelings out the window, letting the serpent’s breath stir what you thought long dead.
Given by the life partner of my beloved, this piece is no mere adornment - it is a living conduit between two bodies that share one soul. Through it, I feel the pulse of their unity, a current that binds us beyond form or distance.
October 29, 2025 at 6:38 PM
Given by the life partner of my beloved, this piece is no mere adornment - it is a living conduit between two bodies that share one soul. Through it, I feel the pulse of their unity, a current that binds us beyond form or distance.
From the window between worlds, I summon the storm. The serpent’s wand hums in my hand, and the air bends to its rhythm.
October 27, 2025 at 5:06 PM
From the window between worlds, I summon the storm. The serpent’s wand hums in my hand, and the air bends to its rhythm.
The serpent’s marks are mine to bear, yet through them, others awaken. I endure the pain so they may feel the echo - so they may know what it is to be remade.
October 25, 2025 at 4:04 PM
The serpent’s marks are mine to bear, yet through them, others awaken. I endure the pain so they may feel the echo - so they may know what it is to be remade.
Eight rings bloom where power met flesh. Through their rhythm I remember: pain is the ink, and I am both page and pen.
October 24, 2025 at 4:06 PM
Eight rings bloom where power met flesh. Through their rhythm I remember: pain is the ink, and I am both page and pen.
The bond is sealed in pink fire—soft to the eye, merciless to the soul. Those who enter it do not return unchanged.
October 17, 2025 at 5:29 PM
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?
October 16, 2025 at 3:56 PM
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.
October 15, 2025 at 2:41 PM
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.
October 14, 2025 at 5:40 PM
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.
October 13, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Beneath the red veil, two shadows move as one. The air hums with devotion, and even silence dares not look away.