Welcome home, darling.
I’m Selah.
(That’s pronounced SEE-luh, but we can practice).
A former well-behaved evangelical Christian, I've spent my adult years cutting my teeth and devoting my life to the art of power exchange. Once I abandoned the pretense of my “good girl” conditioning from the church, I flourished into the filthy femme top I was born to be. You’ll find that the cookie crumbled exactly how it was supposed to; I’m adept at filling God-sized holes, and I connect well with other deconstructed perverts. I take my craft seriously, but myself? Much less so. I need not prove my dominance, because we both know exactly who’s in charge.
I’m a military brat, and more specifically, I am the child of a gay army vet. I was born in the South, raised in the West, and I've now called NYC my home for over a decade. Embarking on my study of power exchange, I fell in love with the history of leathersex, including its roots in gay military communities. Joining the leather scene as a young adult brought clarity to my entire identity, filling in gaps of my personal history I had no idea were incomplete.
I offer both domination sessions as well as vanilla + kinky GFE encounters– I contain multitudes, and I know you do, too. No matter the details of our time together, my natural leadership and core desire to get in your head, by any means necessary, will light the way.
I insist that our relationships with each other are the antidote to weariness; when planned intentionally, escapades of connection and pleasure renew us and allow us to keep fighting the good fight. I wanna know who you are, underneath all the noise we're constantly fighting off these days. Let me hold your hand for the day (or the weekend?) and see who you are underneath your mask.
You don’t have to be ready to reach out. You don’t even have to know exactly what you want. You just have to be willing to see what happens.