Remembering

Legendary Dominatrix

Mistress Sabrina Belladonna


By Simone Justice


My life was forever changed the moment I met the Legendary Dominatrix, Mistress Sabrina Belladonna.  I’ll always remember that pivotal event in vivid detail. 


She opened the door to her private dungeon with the same grace and grandeur she did everything, like a movie star in a classic studio production, she was glamorous, dramatic, and truly dazzling.


Dressed in a custom-made black patent corset with red flames and matching thigh-high black and red stiletto boots, her pale skin contrasted by tattoos and long black hair, she embodied confident self-expression like nobody I had ever met. 


Even though she flashed her iconic wide smile and welcomed us to the play party with a swooping gesture, I was intimidated by her.  Sabrina was warm, generous, calm and patient.  She was caring, kind, soft-spoken and nurturing.  But somehow she was still always intimidating, she vibrated with a power that you felt deep inside, she naturally brought up feelings of inferiority and submission.


I had met other dominatrices, but none had approached my notion of a true Dominatrix, until I stood in her presence.

Memorial to

Sabrina Belladonna

Dominatrix,Lifestyle Mistress,

Educator,Mentor,Performer,

Philanthropist and Fetish Icon

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It was my first visit to a professional dungeon, and my first pro-domme play party.  She had approved my attendance based on testimonials to attend one of her monthly parties where pro-dommes played for tips. 


She gave us a brief tour of her fabulous downtown Los Angeles loft, equipped with full suspension, a medical room and a live-in slave loft.  Like all her dungeons, it was extensive, clean and amazing.

After watching some people play for a bit, I responded to requests to play.  The moment I accepted a tip that night, was the beginning of my career as a professional dominatrix.  I was nervous to measure up, as I engaged in short public scenes.  I could see in my periphery, Sabrina watching over her party-goers, ready to step in if I proved unskilled, unethical or unworthy.  Sabrina took care of her submissives, she practiced safe play, and tended to their emotional well-being.  I was thrilled when she took me aside later and invited me to become a regular guest domme.  I had stepped into her world, and nothing was ever the same.


In those days, you did not become a dominatrix by simply deciding to do so and listing yourself somewhere on the internet.  You were expected to train under an established professional and often to begin as a sub, but always to earn your way up to the status of dominatrix.  This was before the rise of what I call The Insta-Domme.  Sabrina was one of the world’s top dominatrices, she was respected and revered throughout the BDSM community, and she generously shared her knowledge with many women.  She taught classes, mentored and encouraged.  She was not competitive, cliquish or judgmental about new dommes, she believed in and embodied sisterhood.  She took me and so many others under her wing.


When Sabrina started a house, The Velvet Underground, she hired me on staff.  She was always there for support and guidance, for me and everyone else on staff.   When she left V.U., I decided to go out on my own as an independent.  Again, Sabrina welcomed me as a renter at her new private dungeon.  I owe my start as a dominatrix entirely to her unfailing generosity.


An example of Sabrina’s regard for sisterhood in action was her Mistress Tea.  Sabrina knew all the pro-dommes in Los Angeles, and she invited us together to socialize in a casual environment over tea (served by slaves, of course).  Here are a couple pics I took of Sabrina and Goddess Storm at the first Mistress Tea:

Sabrina spoke well of and treated her clients and personal slaves with respect.  They were completely devoted to her.  I learned so much every time I watched her play.  It was through watching Sabrina with her personals, that I came to truly understand the dynamics of personal servitude.  Sabrina was loved to play, she was a genuine lifestyle Mistress.

Here is a snapshot (photo used with permission, and this passage approved to publish) I took of Sabrina with her faithful longtime personal slave, who initially went by Slave Odette and wore a mask.  Sabrina had such a profound effect on Odette’s life that years later, despite her prominence, she took off the mask and proudly revealed that she was owned by Sabrina.  She became a ground-breaking role model by using her real name, Jane Wiedlin, and discussing publicly her involvement in BDSM.   They remained Mistress/slave and very close friends until Sabrina’s death.  That is the kind of positive, life-changing effect that Sabrina had as Mistress to her personal slaves.


Sabrina created community.  After bringing together the city’s dominatrices at parties and the Mistress tea, she began inviting the BDSM community to enjoy elegant Fetish Dinners she held at a restaurant, prepared by a chef, and served by submissives.  They were lovely occasions, each one with a different fetish-wear theme and they were well attended by pro-dommes and lifestyle BDSM players alike. 


Here are some of my pics from the Circus themed Fetish Dinner:

Ernest Greene and me, with Sabrina smiling her iconic wide grin in the background.
 






















Our Hostess, Sabrina.

 
Dita von Teese surprised me with this lovely backview.
 

Sabrina was a philanthropist to the BDSM community and beyond.  She and Ilsa Strix teamed up to build membership website featuring pro-dommes to create a fund for dominas in need of help with legal costs.  It was called ProDomination (now defunct), we donated photos and our time doing live webcams toward the common cause of supporting our sisters.  Many people benefited from that fund in a time of need.


After Sabrina contracted breast cancer she had a mastectomy, and held a fundraising event for her breast implants that she called Bowling for Boobies.  It was such a success that it became an annual event raising money for women with financial challenges fighting and living with breast cancer.  Again, Sabrina had changed women’s lives with her generosity and spirit of sisterhood.


Sabrina was a true friend, as anyone who knew her will tell you. 


She had class.  When asked by a major publication to comment on the outing and scandal surrounding a friend, you could tell that the reporter was clearly impressed by Sabrina’s classy refusal to comment and prompt hanging up by the way he wrote about it.  Sabrina stood by her friends and she always walked the talk of discretion.


She was my role model.  And I miss her shining example of what the title of Dominatrix means.  Especially now when I see how drastically things have changed while I was away from the professional arena.  We need women like Sabrina now more than ever.  I can only hope to have a fraction of the impact that she did, but I try to emulate her in all that I do in this role that she made possible for me. 


I loved our time together when it was slow between sessions (which was rare back then).  We would sit on the couch smoking and talking between answering calls.  Mostly we talked about BDSM topics.  But sometimes we shared about other aspects of our lives. 

One time we tried to one up each other with our poverty-stricken childhoods, saying “We were so poor that...”.  Sabrina’s story topped mine. 


And then she purred in that elegant voice “But look at us now.  In our Gucci heels.  Here we are famous dominatrices, world-travelers, and successful entrepreneurs.” 


And I owed it all to her. 

Sabrina,


Thank you.  For all you did for me and for so many others.


I miss you.


Love Always,

Simone


   May She Rest In Peace