I am the Tigress.

Stalking her prey, ever aware of her power over the entire animal kingdom. It is you who are caged, and I who pace in front of you as the oddity that you are. Playing, teasing, yes, but this serves my higher purpose. I taunt to learn about my preys weaknesses, to find its weak spots, to manipulate and use it to my best advantage. I may seem cuddly and precious at times, but my outer demeanor only serves to disguise my true purposes... my claws are sharp, as is my mind.

The exchange of power, the potential for life-changing and life-affirming experiences... Reveling in my desire for control over all who dare to venture into my lair... Taking a slave out of his everyday world into mine rich with fetish and fantasy, if only for an hour, and then returning him, changed but ultimately unscathed, to his own - these are a few of my favorite things.

I live for the hunt, and I hunt to live.

I am purrticularly adept at intricate rope bondage, and I enjoy providing the corporal punishments that a naughty slave requires. Psychodrama, bordering on true hypnosis, is also in my arsenal of skills. My own purrsonal fetishes run toward exotic boots and shoes (of which I possess over 100 pair), fine leather and latex clothing, and tight (20") corsetry.

I also have an imfamous wicked Catwoman fetish that I must indulge in on a regular basis, complete with catsuit, mask, bullwhip and claws...

My dungeon equipment is vast and varied, with enough furniture and toys to stimulate the imagination and I require enough space to properly use them in. Ambiance manipulation, central location, and implement diversification!

First and foremost I adore bondage in all of its many forms, and depriving the senses of their visual, aural, and tactile cues so that I may alternately deny and overload them gives me a thrill like no other... hearing the rush of a singletail as it breaks the sound barrier, and inflicting pain of the most erotic sorts with all manner of whips, cats, floggers, crops, clips, paddles, canes and other implements... Not to mention tickling a helpless slave until he physically cries, piercing tender skin, or fully feminizing a hapless male... I adore the journey as much as the destination.

Torment and tortures of the male genitalia, delicate skin, and mind are to be expected. My whips may be used both sensually or sadistically depending on my mood and the depths to which you can submit your body. Your masochism is a prize to me.

Verbal humiliations and discipline a specialty. I will easily discover your weaknesses, and exploit them. Whether they be to worship an exotic boot, to inhale the embers of my burning cigarette, to be spanked or caned like a naughty schoolboy, or to be tickled until you cry.

I will not purrticipate in any illegal, nonconsensual, nor sexual play. I am a professional Dominatrix, well-versed in the dark arts, sit before my altar and receive my wisdom.

I am a dancer, and possess a body of feline grace and femininity - 5'10" tall, long and lean, with curves in all the right places. Tiny waist, toned legs that won't quit, and feet blessed with long, thin toes. Hair the color of the darkest night, chocolate eyes to melt your resolve. A tattoo of Le Chat Noir, placed for all to see on my left arm. I make an impression in a crowded room....

My alliance and utter devotion to the world of the feline is the seat of my power - a slave is my prey, a pitiful mouse or a frightened bird that I shall taunt before its soul is devoured. This gives me an easy sensuality, even as I administer the harshest whipping, or the tightest cbt, or the most intense humiliations, you will never sense anger in my actions. I do not raise my voice - a deep purr whispered in your ear, a velvet-covered command, or a throaty laugh are all that I require to bring any slave to his knees.

When the time comes and you seek guidance from a true femme fatale, find your way into my lair in Los Angeles... you will become a totally different animal for the experience. Yes I am reclusive and underground, no I do not grant every slave that calls upon me an audience. I am not a Mistress of All Trades.

So who is Mistress Katja Minx?

Born under the sign of Scorpio in the year of the Snake, Mistress Katja Minx began life as the strongest kitten in the litter, able to mesmerize and traumatize with one stroke of her claws for as long as she can remember. She began her exploration of the darkest and deepest waters of BDSM in the puritanical city of Boston, where she cut a deep swath and left its citizens reeling for many years. Even New York City could not hold the Tigress, and she escaped relatively unscathed even after stints as a House Mistress at many of its celebrated dungeons. Purrforming before thousands, both in the US and abroad, and posing for fetish publications large and small have given her a fierce notoriety only matched by her own real life. With age and experience has come wisdom, and after years of sharpening her claws on the denizens of cities all across the globe, she finds herself ensconced here in her own devilish dungeon, where she can be free to taunt, tempt, and torture the citizens of the City of Angels and beyond from a lair both devious and divine.