Happy New Year, my dear ones.
2024 was nothing like I imagined it would be. It unraveled in ways that felt like silk slipping through my fingers—unexpected and weighty, yet soft in its lessons. Thank you for being here, for witnessing me, and for staying connected through the twists and turns of this strange and beautiful life.
This past year, I stepped into a version of myself I had dreamed of but feared might always remain out of reach. As many of you know, I made the leap into the worlds of Kink and BDSM—a practice-shifting moment that felt both terrifying and like coming home. My mentor, Dia Dynasty, has been a lighthouse in this storm, guiding me to see my strength even when the waves crashed high.
Becoming a Pro Dominant has been transformative. It’s like learning to write a new language—not in words, but in power, in care, in the intricate rhythms of human desire. My voice has grown louder, steadier. My dreams more vivid. And my ability to craft fantasies has become an art form I long to share with those who desire to weave something enduring, something alive with mutual growth.
I remember the first time I held someone’s gaze in this new role. It was in the dim light of my studio, a small candle trembling between us. They whispered, “I trust you,” and I realized then that trust is the most exquisite gift. It’s heavier than gold, softer than a lover’s breath. Moments like this have deepened my hunger—for connection, for the kind of play that doesn’t just flicker but burns, slow and warm, into something eternal.
This year, I’m also stepping into new futures. I’ve begun another chapter as a student, this time in Germany. Moving between NYC and Berlin feels like being caught between two dreams—one humming with the grit and energy of the city that held me for 7 years, the other with the quiet, foreign magic of a new beginning. I’ve spent my evenings wandering Germany’s cold streets, touching walls as if they might whisper secrets to me. They do, sometimes.
Before I leave NYC (next Thursday!), I’ll be in Stamford tomorrow and Friday (Jan 2-3), offering sensual domination and massage. My final NYC days—Jan 5th and Jan 7th—are open for longer appointments: sessions, social engagements, or simply sitting together over a lingering conversation. These are goodbyes but not farewells.
I am not leaving behind my tantric roots. They are woven into everything I do, every touch and whisper. Tantra taught me how energy moves like rivers, how to navigate the wild terrain of trauma, and how the body can hold both pain and healing in the same breath. This is why I can give, hold, and press into the parts of us that need release, even when words fail.
In a way, this letter is about gratitude—for the lessons I didn’t know I needed, for the lives that have touched mine, and for you.
The last time I looked out my NYC window, it was raining, and the droplets seemed to race each other down the glass. I held my tea and thought: I don’t know where I’ll be a year from now, but I know I’ll be full—of memories, of laughter, and, if I’m lucky, of love.
Here’s to 2025. Let it surprise us.
With love and longing,
Mistrix Hell Hooks
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