Abigail Abton

My current favourite toy:

The Antique Cane
It’s no ordinary toy. It’s a relic from another era: polished, heavy in the hand, inspiring respect before it even touches your skin.

I found it at an old market in Paris. It lay there among yellowed gloves and Victorian lace, just as if made for me. The handle, slightly worn. The lines, stern, perfect. I knew immediately: with it, stories are written. On backs. On thighs. On souls.

I like to leave it lying in plain sight. On velvet. Next to a glass of absinthe. So that my counterpart knows what to expect, not immediately, but inevitably. Because this cane is not a tool of anger. It is an instrument of control. Of education.

It doesn’t simply leave marks. Anyone who has been raised under its guidance will never forget what obedience feels like when it is demanded by me.

The kind of kinky personality I am:

I’m not a dominatrix who raises her voice. I’m the one with whom you suffer in dignity. My dominance isn’t just a game, it’s an invitation into a world where rules give you security and my voice becomes law. I observe, I read you, discover what you yourself don’t yet dare to think, and shape it into a reality you won’t ever want to leave again.

My tools are style, control, psychological sensitivity. I love rituals, details, staging. Whether you kneel before me or simply feel my presence: you will allow yourself to be led. Not out of fear. But because there’s nothing more beautiful than falling beneath me. And growing from it.

What defines me:

I’m not a cliché in latex and leather. I’m a vision you will never forget. A voice that stays, even when I’m long gone.

I don’t dominate to be tough. I dominate because I can read where you’re softening – and I start right there. My power lies in calmness, in the unyielding gaze, in the quiet “no” that shakes you more than any scream.

My style disciplines not only your body, but your pride, your imagination, your ego. And that, at some point, you yourself no longer know whether you want to please… or have already fallen to my will completely.

What is BDSM to me:

For me, dominance and submission aren’t role-playing, they’re a dialogue without words. An energetic tension that builds between two people when control isn’t enforced, but offered… and accepted.

For me, dominance isn’t about just commanding. It’s the precise knowledge of how to guide a person into their deepest truth. Submission isn’t weakness, but courage. It’s strength in its most authentic form: the voluntary letting go, the trust to let yourself go into my hands, my voice, my rules.

It’s not about power over someone. It’s about power with someone. And that’s exactly what makes it so intimate. So intense. So beautiful.

What I love about SM:

The depth. The intensity. The complete presence.

For me, SM is like a piece from Mahler—tension, rhythm, silence, explosion. It’s a language without words, where every sigh, every twitch has meaning. I love pushing someone to their limits. Not to break them, but to redefine them.

And yes, I love it when a person opens up, when their mask falls away. When dominance and submission give rise to something deeper than lust: truth.