Starting today, I will be actively seeking out a few new team members for my stable of New York City slaves. The positions are for dedicated, service-oriented submissives who will make my life easier with their in-person service. Much like my remote team of assistants, admins, designers, etc, this locally-based team will work together to see that all of my needs are met here in New York. I should not have to ask that someone clean my place before I come back for a trip, or worry about whether I have a chauffeur to and from the airport.

My expectations will be high. For instance, I need assurance that someone is waiting to drive me home to a sparkling clean apartment. Ultimately I want to focus on my business endeavors and occasional social plans with friends and lovers, instead of menial tasks.

I am open to males, females, sissies, and everything in between, as long as you are loyal, dependable and focused on service to me over your kinks. To apply, you must have at least eight hours a week to dedicate to me, be it running errands, picking up packages or simply waiting / hoping for me to contact you while you cover an on-call shift.


  • 18 – 60 years old
  • Male, Female, Transgendered all welcome
  • Minimum eight hours a week to be dedicated to Mistress Darcy
  • Live and/or works within 60 minutes of New York City
  • Clean-cut, professional and presentable
  • Service-oriented and focused
  • Enjoys high protocol D/s service
  • Willing to collaborate with other team members


  • Chauffeur with own car a plus
  • Maid / Butler
  • Errand boy / girl
  • Meal planning / preparation
  • Shopping
  • Ebay listings / processing
  • Package pick-up / returns
  • Coffee delivery or preparation

To apply, send a polite email to servedarcy@gmail.com and request an application (to be completed via email).

CEO Dominatrix

As the CEO of my own startup, I manage my small team of dedicated employees with incredible care and consideration. Most of my hires are freelance contractors, however, I’m thrilled to announce my latest full-time member of staff.

Please welcome my new Executive Assistant, Kyle Davenport, to #TeamDarcy. He will be helping me streamline a lot of my administration and business development over the coming months. Davenport beat out a long line of other applicants, and so far he’s already been invaluable. Things are heating up around here, and I need all the help I can get!

As you know, my Personal Assistant, Anna, has been a presence for sometime. She will continue to work for me, and should they contact you, I expect you to interact with both Davenport and Anna with a baseline of respect and etiquette. They are part of my team and, thus, an extension of me.

If you wish to be a part of my new #TeamDarcy initiative, please drop Davenport an email at darcysassistant@gmail.com. He will set you up with an application for service straightaway which I will review in the next few weeks, when I have a chance.

Boston Dominatrix


Overjoyed to announce I’ll be making monthly trips to Boston for the next six months as part of my world tour. I want to make sure to give you Boston boys and girls your fill before I close my doors to new clients in the fall.

Please fill out my online booking form to get on my radar.

I’ll be offering bondage, humiliation, cuckolding, forced bi, toilet training, deep psychological domination and D/s edge play, public scenes, corporal (canes, crops, floggers, whips), roleplay, and as much slave training and degradation as you can handle.

As always, staying in Central Boston: Back Bay, Beacon Hill or the Financial District. I require deposits on all sessions.

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I’m headed back to one of my favorite cities – Boston! I miss you all so much and can’t wait to be with you again soon.

BOSTON: March 13-15, Back Bay

It’s been far too long. I know, and I’m sorry. New York has been incredibly busy and I haven’t made the time to come pay you a proper visit since before Christmas! Don’t worry – I’ll make sure all of my regulars get an audience with me. Just book in advance, since I’m always fully scheduled by the time I arrive.

Humiliation junkies listen up: I’m doing cuckolding, forced bi and tons of toilet training on this trip. Make sure to make time on this trip if you need to feed your addiction. I’ve got a nine-inch friend who’s long overdue with me.

My accommodations will be a hotel suite in Back Bay. If I haven’t seen you before I’ll need either a deposit or a reference or both.

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I received this via email recently and thought it was quite moving (pun intended). Enjoy!

On her website Mistress Darcy clearly states that she wants to change your life. I can truthfully report that my last session with her was a life changing experience. All of our previous sessions had been great but this time Mistress took things to another level. I had been stubbornly trying to protect my heart but this time she cut through my fences and broke down my walls leaving me utterly defenseless. Resistance was futile.

We played in a private house located a few blocks from my home rather than in a dungeon or a hotel. That gave our time together a welcome domestic flavor and a touch of the surreal displacement sometimes experienced in dreams. I stood outside the house preparing to text her when I heard her call to me from the street.

“Hi poo”, she said. “Stay right there. We are going to get some coffee.” She walked up the stairs and disappeared from view only to re-emerge a few minutes later. She looked adorable in her pea coat and black chucks. Had I not known she was a professional dominatrix I would never have guessed.

We walked a few blocks to a gourmet coffee shop. I asked how her trip had gone so far. She replied that it had gone well with the exception of a no show.

“I can’t understand why someone would go through the trouble of booking an appointment and not show up!, she said shaking her head.

“I had a lot of guilt and anxiety this time”, I confessed. “I can understand the build up to a session being nerve wracking.”

“I’m not afraid of what I am going to do to you!” she replied with an evil grin. I felt an agreeable sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

After picking up breakfast and coffee we returned to the house. Mistress unlocked the door of the first apartment we came to and I found myself in a modest but well appointed living room. She instructed me to remove my clothes and leave them folded neatly on the floor.

“Yes Ma’am” I replied. Mistress left the room and I hurriedly stripped off my clothes. I knelt with my palms flat on the floor and my face pressed against the carpet. She returned and instructed me to continue holding the position while she moved about the room making preparations for the scene. Finally she was standing over me and instructed me to open my eyes.

The first thing I saw were her feet. Her toes were coated with clear nail polish. She wore strappy black sandals, black leggings and a brightly colored shirt. Her beautiful face was smiling down at me. She reached down and stroked my hair sending a tender electric shock coursing through my nervous system. I bowed my head and passionately kissed her feet. She allowed me to worship her in this fashion for a few minutes before moving her foot away.

“Table top”, she instructed.

I froze. What was she asking?

“Table top”, she repeated more firmly.

I started to panic a little then realized what she meant. I did my best to make my back perfectly flat like a table.

“Good boy” I heard her say. She placed something on my back and left it there while she went to another part of the room and did something else. Then she returned and placed a box on the floor under my nose.

“Here you can look at this”, she said. I looked down to see a transparent box full of creams and lotions intended for massage. Mistress went over and sat on the couch then beckoned me to join her. I knelt at her feet, resting my head on her legs. She used my body as her foot rest. The flat soles of her sandals felt divine pressing firmly down on my flesh.

“I’ve wanted to do this to you for a long time.” she said.

“You have Mistress?” I asked, looking up at her wide eyed with wonder.

“Yes I have little one. Just remember everything I am going to do is for me not for you. You don’t have to feel any shame or guilt. Everything is out of your control.”

“Yes Ma’am”, I replied dreamily.

She slipped on a pair of black rubber gloves and took my nipple between her thumb and forefinger playfully teasing me at first then bearing down hard. I moaned plaintively.

“Shhhh…” she whispered pinching me even harder until a little sob escaped my lips.

Mistress slipped a ball gag into my mouth and buckled it in back of my head. I rested my head on her legs and she went to work on my nipples with both hands. I bit down on the ball gag and tried to be as quiet as I could. It wasn’t easy. The torment was exquisite. Finally she reached into the box of lotions and produced a little jar.

“Open your palm” she instructed.

Mistress filled my palm with lotion and instructed me to commence rubbing her feet. I did so with great pleasure massaging her with long slow strokes as she continued to expertly torture my nipples.

“I can tell this is something you want to excel at”, she said. “You already do it much better than most. You should take a course in it and make it official.”

“Thank you Mistress!” I replied, elated by her kind words.

She extended her bare foot for me to kiss and I did so eagerly, pressing my nose and lips against the bottom just beneath her toes. I moaned softly at how delicious she smelled.

“Mmmm. That feels good!” she purred. “I can feel everything you are feeling through your little doggie nose!”

She produced a pair of clover nipple clamps and attached them. I groaned appreciatively. I don’t know how long we stayed like that with her sitting on the couch and me kneeling and rubbing her feet. Time no longer seemed to exist.

“Yes” she said, as though she had come to a decision. “I can definitely feel something rumbling down there”.

She rose languidly from the couch, turned around and peeled off her leggings, revealing her tight, firm, beautiful ass clad in panties thinner than a whisper. Reaching back she took hold of my head and pressed my nose between her gorgeous alabaster cheeks.

“Sniff” she commanded.

I obeyed her greedily and with relish. I would have happily died like that; kneeling and savoring her delicious aroma. Finally she stepped behind me and started spanking me with slow powerful strokes. Mistress Darcy’s diminutive frame can be deceiving. She packs quite a wallop. I allowed myself to drift into the blows. They felt solid, masterful, almost comforting. Finally she looked down at me suggestively and said: “It’s time”

Mistress Darcy took hold of the chain on the clamps and led me by the nipples to the back of the apartment crawling behind her on my hands and knees. I stood outside the bathroom as she spread some towels on the floor. She instructed me to lie down on my back. Removing her panties she stood directly over me revealing all of her beautiful mysteries to my hungry eyes. Then she let loose. The geyser raining down from above almost overwhelmed me! I let my mouth fill up completely before swallowing as fast as I could, desperately trying to keep up with the warm flood of nectar streaming down my throat. I didn’t want to waste a drop. I lost count of how many mouthfuls I swallowed. Finally the deluge was over.

“Are you frightened little one?” she asked smiling down at me.

“Yes Mistress. I’m a little frightened”, I admitted.

“Only a little? That’s good. It’s too late to back out now. At this point even if you wanted to stop I wouldn’t let you.”

In the interest of discretion and modesty I will leave what happened next to your imagination. Suffice to say that Mistress Darcy introduced me to a profound new act of submission that I had been dreaming about for a long time. I will never forget what she did to me on that beautiful morning or how kind and gentle she was with me afterwards. I felt incredibly bonded to her. Finally it was time to say our goodbyes. I was floating on the walk home. My whole world seemed to be wrapped in a warm rosy glow. I felt like a traveler returned from an alternate universe where time had stopped and reality had ceased to exist.

Mistress Darcy brought me through waves of fear and anxiety to find happiness and joy waiting on the other side. Echoes of that euphoria are still with me even as I type these words. Thank you Mistress Darcy for a beautiful, healing and transformational experience! Thank you from the bottom of my heart!


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With Valentine’s Day on the horizon, I’m thinking a lot about love. I love love. It’s one of those few universal cure-alls that invariably makes any situation better. Whether I’m thrashing a sub’s backside bloody or cradling a sub girl as we drift off to sleep, it’s all done with love. BDSM at its best is an expression of love, and anyone who doesn’t believe that is either misguided or missing out on one of life’s greatest pleasures.

I don’t need kink to express my love, however, and in my private love life kink is something I usually save until I get to know someone–probably because of the extremity with which I express my kink. I’m a hardcore D/s enthusiast, and so BDSM becomes by extension very psychologically intimate. The depth with which I explore my partners’ minds can be the psychological equivalent of being stripped bare in an operating theater and letting a doctor examine you inside and out with a magnifying glass. When you couple that level of psychological intimacy with emotional and physio-sexual intimacy, it can get pretty overwhelming pretty fast.

I prefer to build a solid vanilla relationship with my romantic partners first, or at the very least a vanilla understanding, as long as they are open-minded and accepting of my job. This may sound shocking given my reputation in the industry; many people expect me to demand kink on the first date, but this is something I almost patently refuse to do. With a solid vanilla bond in place, however, I find I can go farther and deeper with someone in our kink because we’ve already established a firm basis of trust and affection.

My need for vanilla connection doesn’t apply to my personal slaves, though. I cherish my slaves, don’t misunderstand me, but I’ve never dated one. They occupy a totally different place in my consciousness, and bring totally different things to my life than a romantic partner. If you ask a slave, and I mean a died-in-the-wool service slave, most will tell you the same thing: they don’t want a Domme to be their friend or lover, they want her to be their owner.

When it comes to a romantic partner, I need someone who is my equal. My ideal is a vanilla-leaning, successful alpha male who is amused by my career as a Domme but not directly impacted by it. I have dated subs, switches, Doms and fetishists (all of which can be alpha males), and because I work so much I need someone who can take my mind off of BDSM when we’re not kinking out together.

This week I’m featured in the New York Observer in an article about New York’s most eligible singles, and in the interview I basically admit to everything I’ve just said. I’m friends with the editor, and as he quizzed me on some of my preferences in relationships, I couldn’t help but open up about my feelings on the topic under his warm and inquisitive gaze. I was a bit surprised to find myself admitting kink chemistry isn’t the first thing I look for in a partner. My subs and clients might be surprised to learn that too, or even put off. However, part of my business model is to offer my authentic self in my sessions. These days I don’t feel the need to hide behind the mask of what people think a Domme should be. What’s true is true: person first, kink second.

All that being said, here are the traits I look for in my King:

Intelligence: He must be at least as smart as me. I also love a man who is MORE intelligent than I am, but it’s rare for me to meet one.

Kindness: Brains are nothing without heart.

Humor: A man who makes me laugh is 100 times more likely to be invited into my bed than one who doesn’t. Humor-wise I’m more Tim and Eric/Danny McBride than Adam Sandler/South Park.

Emotional Support: It’s not enough to be all of the above, I also need a partner who recognizes my emotional needs and can be there to help when I’m having a bad day. Although I am generally happy and successful, I have my moments of sadness and uncertainty just like everyone else.

Adventurous: This is a combination of energetic and open-minded with at least a tolerance of travel. Adventurous means my man doesn’t like to just sit around and watch TV: he’d rather be out sight-seeing, planning our next trip, or out with me in nature. He also has to be open-minded in the bedroom (obviously), as well as socially and creatively flexible.

Looks: Note that this is next to last on the list. That being said, I’m a wreck for a hot male model. Jawline and abs, mmph!

Cool: How else to say it? Don’t be lame or awkward. 

In summary, my ideal man is someone who can embody all these traits and, above all else, prioritize me and give freely of his affection. In return, I treat him as any Queen treats her King: with respect and utmost love. If you have a Queen in your life and have been dying to tell her how you feel, maybe this week is a good opportunity. And if you’re still out there searching for your King or Queen, take heart. I truly believe everyone has someone for them out there in the world.

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In honor of this sacred holiday (I really do love it) I am opening up my inbox for a Valentine’s Day contest for New York’s most eligible men. If you meet my physical specifications you can apply, and the winner gets to take me to dessert on Valentine’s Day weekend.

Age: Under 40

Height: 5’11 or taller

Build: Athletic or slim

Also must have above average intelligence and a stellar sense of humor.

Please email me with several vanilla photos and a suitable overture to darcy@mistressdarcy.com. I won’t have time to answer everyone, though I will read everything; if you don’t receive a reply thank you in advance for submitting.

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I was just interviewed for a special Valentine’s Day feature in the New York Observer which has the good taste to consider me one of New York’s most eligible singles. I loved sitting down with Editor David Wallis and talking about my favorite subject: love.

Read the full article here: http://observer.com/2016/02/nine-new-yorkers-you-must-date/

Photo: Elena Isac

Hair and Makeup: Sandra Silva

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The stunning femme fatale Lydia Supremacy is going to be gracing New York with her powerful presence this weekend. Normally she is training slaves in Philadelphia, but during her trip she and I are offering doubles at my studio in Brooklyn on Friday and Saturday. Anyone who wants to truly suffer at the hands of the East Coasts’s finest, fittest, most hypnotic lifestyle Dommes needs to visit us. One on one, each of us can be a brutal sadist, but together we inevitably push you to the limits of your submission.

Her mesmerizing beauty helps you sink deep into your sub-space (it’s one of the main reasons I love being seen in public with her), and by the end of the session you’ll look back and marvel at how much she was able to push you. Meanwhile, I can gently coax you with delicious words and manipulations, helping you down the siren path until you feel you’ve lost yourself completely in our feminine spell.

Sound like fun? Please fill out my online booking form to inquire.