About
Story
I’ve been a Mistress for a long time now. Long before social media…. even before the internet became a thing. I’ve explored many roles in this lifetime—Dominatrix, Lifestyle Domme, cuckoldress, seductress, sacred whore, orchestrator of beautiful chaos—and each revealed the one truth: I was born to be a Dominant Woman. However, I’ve never been drawn to fantasy. I make my Femdom a reality. I live this, not for any other reason than personal truth.
Before all that, I was a dancer. A choreographer. A theatre director. I’m educated, yes. Cultured, yes. I like red wine over white, Techno as much as Jazz, and a sharp mind beats a shallow heart any day. A rebel in red lipstick with a soul full of rhythm and freedom, I’ve moved across continents, crossed gender lines, and followed my instincts with a kind of reckless grace that only women with nothing to prove can afford.
The Mistress Code is not about selling you fantasies. It’s here to write through the fakeness that reduces Femdom to kink alone. It’s where I speak freely—about pleasure, yes, but also about true eroticism, the expression of power and the longing of surrender. The fear, the pain and the ecstasy of accepting yourself. About the ritual of choosing your life to honour your desires and your truth. It’s where I archive my chaos, my sovereignty, my sex, and my soul. This is not going to be for everyone, and that is precisely the point.
So, if you’re here because you ache for something real, something beyond clichés and the hollow tropes, to a deeper truth and philosophy… Then welcome. I am Miss Racy Wilde, and this is The Mistress Code.
Driven by values and a mission
I am often asked what I stand for, and the answer is never a one-liner, but a body of belief formed through years of lived dominance, refined through philosophy, and shaped by the need to reclaim a narrative long written without us. My work does not exist to shock or perform; it exists to bring Femdom back to the woman who chooses it—not as a costume, performance or kink, but as identity, as erotic sovereignty, and as an evolved expression of female authority.
For me, Femdom is not a genre of porn, nor a niche performance of dominance for the consumption of others. It is a philosophy. A craft. A psychological, spiritual, and sexual orientation grounded in a woman’s agency, aesthetics, and power. It is practiced, not purchased. Chosen, not imposed. Lived, not simulated. It can be inherited, discovered, or deliberately built. Every path to it is valid, as long as it is claimed with clarity and self-consent.
My mission is to speak from that space of clarity. To honour the lineage of Dommes who came before me—not just those who played professionally, but those who lived privately, fiercely, and with unspoken mastery. I write and teach not to explain myself, but to give shape to what has always been present and always been misunderstood. The Mistress is not a villain, not a fantasy, but a visionary. A woman who leads not from ego, but from erotic intelligence. She is a woman who shapes culture simply by refusing to be defined by it.
This is my work and my offering. This is the Mistress Code.
Are You a Mistress?
For centuries, the Mistress has been vilified. Written as the destroyer, the sinner, the whore… She is feared, misunderstood, envied, and has been erased from history, except to be used as a cautionary tale. But here is the truth they won’t tell you: the Mistress has always been among us. She is not a shadow. She is not a monster. She is your sister. Your friend. Your neighbour. Your past. Your becoming.
There is no single origin story. Some of us were always this way. Some of us unearthed it through pain, or power, or pleasure. And some of us decided—deliberately—to step into it, to create ourselves anew, and to live a life that aligns with our deepest erotic and emotional truth. That is the brilliance of the Mistress path. It is not handed down, it is claimed.
To be a Dominant woman is not to play a role, or to please someone else. It is not submission in disguise, nor dominance costumed for money. It is a way of being—rooted in self-consent, sustained by curiosity, and lived as a form of feminine liberation. Not every woman is called to it, and not every woman should be, but those who are know the feeling. That ache to lead, that hunger to express power, that deep relief when they finally stop pretending to be someone else’s version of “good”.
We have lived long under systems that feared our desires, policed our pleasure, and punished our power. Religion. Patriarchy. Politeness. All have done their best to keep us small and soft and waiting. But we are no longer waiting.
My hope—my mission—is to bring this path out of the shadows. Not to normalise it, but to honour it. To make space for the Mistress not as a secret, but as a sovereign force. To give name to what has always been both feared and desired: a woman who knows her power and dares to live it.
Are You a Submissive?
You’ve probably felt it for a long time now, haven’t you? That quiet ache you couldn’t name, the heat beneath your skin when you imagined what it might feel like—not to be just used, but to be seen. To be led, not out of weakness, but from the strength it takes to let go. You were never looking for a fantasy. You were never craving humiliation for its own sake. What you wanted—what you want—is permission to surrender to something that is true.
Let me tell you something most of the world doesn’t understand. Real submission isn’t the absence of power, it’s the expression of it. It’s not about shame, and it’s certainly not about guilt (though, they can certainly be erotic places to visit with a Dominant woman who calls you Hers). It’s about choosing, again and again, to open. To surrender. To listen for the voice that calls you deeper, not just to Her, but to yourself.
Some of you were born this way. Some of you discovered it through experience, loss, awakening, or desire. And some of you fought it for years, until you realised that submission wasn’t your flaw—it was your personal cutlure, an expression you’ve had to hide from the world for so long.
To submit is not to disappear. It is to emerge. Fully. Willingly. Lit from the inside by your own truth. And the most profound submission—the kind I speak about in Obey Yourself First—begins not with offering yourself to someone else, but with offering yourself to yourself. Entirely. With clarity, with curiosity, and with integrity.
This path is not about pleasing the Domme at all costs. It’s not about begging for approval or roleplaying your pain. It’s not about fitting into someone else’s protocol. It’s about forming an inner code that aligns you with your own capacity for reverence. And then, only then, choosing where to place it.
You may not serve a Mistress today. You may never serve one in the traditional sense. But if you walk this world with the desire to obey something higher, something real, something erotic and embodied and conscious, then you are already doing the work.
The Mistress Code exists not just for those who dominate, but for those who long to kneel; not to lose themselves, but to find themselves in the gaze of someone who sees their value and importance.
So come as you are. Not perfect. Not polished. But willing. Because authentic submission is not given away. It is offered, with presence. And when it is received by the right Woman, it becomes a true devotion.
Dedicated To
All The Mistresses Of The World
