She coined the term. She built the look. She runs the room. FetischBarbie—dominatrix, fetish creator, and the world's only Bimbonatrix—sat down with Temptress to talk power, money, the body as investment, and why the patriarchy should just pay up. A full story and more power pictures is available in our print issue—preorder now [LINK]

You've described your teenage self as deeply embedded in the goth scene, being judged and misunderstood. Fast forward and you're the world's only Bimbonatrix with a six-figure investment in your own body. Walk us through this transition.

You know what, I've never seen my journey put together in a sentence like that and damn—I really did that. I wasn't only misunderstood, I was heavily bullied by my female teachers. Not in some funny way, but in some serious, manipulative way. They really messed with my future by manipulating my grades—I couldn't get into the schools I wanted to attend, and then I would have had to redo the whole year. I said EF IT and left school one year before graduating. I still graduated, but later, after being a dominatrix already. I worked pretty much 24/7 and studied by myself for finals. Let's go way back to the start of my transition. Imagine this: I am 15 years old, natural blonde, living in a small town in Tyrol. I was already heavily addicted to porn—unlimited access to the www, downloading music from Marilyn Manson, Jeffree Star and US rappers from Limewire. My addiction to porn came from being so infatuated with the aesthetics of these women. Long nails, huge boobs, big hairstyles, the interior of the sets—and yes, I know it's all fake, but to me it was IT. It made me feel something, and I knew one day this is kinda what I want to do as a profession. It was a whole vibe to me, and this is exactly the vibe I live in every day — I make my reality the way I want it. I am on the bus for an hour ride home from school and I picked up a rubber magazine called 'MARQUIS' from the only X-Store in the town I went to school in. I sat in the last row to be unbothered and started flicking pages. Rubber on huge silicone tits, big lips — the whole energy of this magazine was so new to me. Seeing men in submissive poses and women being pictured as SUPERIOR GODDESSES made me so wet, I seriously needed to touch myself on that bus. When I finished, I said to myself: one day you'll be in that magazine. Years forward, I was in it not once but multiple times. After that I listened to my songs on my iPod—songs nobody knew in that town—and I had a plan. I joined the goth scene by accident because I already dressed that way and stumbled across my first slave. The goth scene and fetish scene are kinda overlapping. I've never encountered more respectful people. Leaving your drink unattended? No problem. If I drank too much, somebody took me home. Shoutout to the Austrian goth scene back then for keeping me safe always. When I went out to a normal club my first reaction was 'why are these people so rude?' lol. When I moved to Vienna at 18, I went to the beauty doctor. Not because I felt ugly, but because I had to transition into the person I am supposed to be. A plastic, feminist, dominant Bimbo-Bimbonatrix Fetischbarbie was born that day when I felt the syringe go into my lips and I knew—I can't get enough. No, I don't tell everybody to do it, but to me, this is my fetish and my path. Sorry not sorry!

You call yourself the world's only Bimbonatrix. How did you arrive at that contradiction, and why does it work for you?

Honestly, there isn't a name better for me. Bimbo from bimbofication, and Natrix from dominatrix. I am the world's only dominant Bimbodoll. Usually bimbos are submissive—it's about pleasing men. I do too, but in a different way. The way I enjoy it. By degrading them, educating and humiliating them. I do something for society every day when I tell one of these stupid boys NO. They need it. Patriarchy is over, baby — let's tell them all NO straight to their face.

Did the dominatrix come before the bimbo, or the other way around? How did the transition to 'Bimbonatrix' happen?

It was kind of a transition of my two personalities that live inside of me—my aesthetic and my character. Nothing about me is willing to sexually please a man without my interest first. I am bisexual but I prefer women and non-binary people. Men have to be so worth it for me to deal with them in my private life sexually or romantically, and normally they aren't, so—I make them pay for my attention.

What does a devotee relationship actually look like over time—the arc from first contact to something sustained? Is trust something you allow them to earn, or something you establish from the first moment?

I used to have 24/7 slaves that were in my life for a long time. I still have some but they're not allowed to annoy me on the daily. I keep them in chastity—they are not allowed to touch themselves. Never. I rule their life, I decide what they eat, if they can sleep with their wife, and so on. But don't get on my nerves. Haha. The only people I want to hear from daily are my family, my best friends and the person I lay down with. I will be brutally honest with you: my slaves can trust me, I am a trustworthy person. But do I trust them? Hell no. At the end of the day, they're still men. Even if they're sometimes not even human to me. I would not trust any man, besides my family, with my life. It may seem like I hate men—I don't. I see them as they are: primal-driven humans that often act very intuitively without thinking. And that's exactly how I treat them as my properties and clients, and that's exactly why they come back. I don't sugarcoat anything with them.

Could you describe what someone actually experiences in a session with you? What does it feel like to be inside that dynamic?

Being with me in a real-time session is very rare these days—I don't just take anybody anymore. A very long process of screening and online worship awaits them. Too impatient? Well, not for me then. But whoever gets to experience me in my domspace—which only happens authentically, I don't play or role-play it—is a very lucky pet. I will tear you down and build you up in this setting. You will feel high and so low at the same time. The real subs know exactly what I am talking about.

What do people come to you for that they can't get anywhere else?

Exactly that. Authentic, real dominance. No bullshit, no screaming, no role-play—I am a true living matriarch, a goddess who knows her worth, and they need to show me how they make my life better. They love it and they aspire to become better subs every session. Besides my looks, of course. There are many beautiful doms out there, but I believe every body has something special. My aesthetic isn't something you stumble across daily, and I love being worshipped for that too.

You work both virtually and in person. How different are those two dynamics for you as a Domina—energetically, emotionally, practically?

They're completely different. In person I can't escape their energy—that's why the screening is a long process. Online, it's fun but more just about the cash. It feels very transactional, which is fine to me. I have regulars that I cherish; with them it feels like real time but virtual. And online I am more a fetish creator, not only a dominatrix. I do fetish content that involves me completely nude or having sex, which I wouldn't do in person.

Do you ever turn clients away? What makes someone the wrong fit for you?

Oh yes I do. Every single day. The way men communicate these days—the audacity sometimes. No hello, just their wishlist. No thank you. Then when screening is okay and someone is in my bubble with a weird 'I pay, we do what I say' attitude—get lost. I used to love to make these clients cry. I took their Porsche keys away, locked them up and showed them what it means if mommy had said no to them once. HAHAHA. I don't really do that anymore—my energy is worth so much more, and not every money is good money.

Domination has always operated as its own underground economy—one where power is the currency and desire sets the exchange rate. How do you price yourself, and what does that process tell you about how you understand your own worth?

To me, yes it has been underground—but sex workers are all human. How can it be underground then anymore? We are normal people, the clients are normal people, so everybody knows about it. It's not underground anymore. It is in magazines, it's in everybody's conversations, and kinks are, thank god, not 'taboo' anymore. I don't feel like I'm on the edge of society anymore, because I choose to be in it and speak about it. I refuse to let society make me an outcast. Friends look at me weirdly when I tell my Uber driver openly what I do as a profession — but how will it be seen as normal if I don't make it seem that way? Get it?

There's a financial dynamic baked into domination that goes beyond the session fee—tributes, wishlists, financial domination as its own kink. Where do you stand on findom, and is money itself ever part of the power exchange for you?

I love findom. Can I say that? I love the money. I love that men think they owe me, because they truly do. If a man gets to witness me, look at me—they already owe me money. I get paid for being dominant, for being female, for being smart, for being beautiful—as I should. Men work hard, they need to feel seen through giving me money? My hand is OPEN. And I get turned on doing it. I love the power I have over them. What can a man truly do for me? A woman can do that too and add value to my life. A man? What will you do for me besides make my life better through submission and money? Right, nothing. So pay up, baby. I know these finsubs are all excited right now reading this. I just read that paragraph to my slave who is cooking my dinner and he said that's why he has loved me for 12 years.

The next issue of Temptress is about money. You've invested in your body the way others invest in property or art—financially, physically, over years. At what point did you realise the investment had become an asset?

I realised it had become an asset when people recognised me and wanted something from me because of the way I make myself look. Before I started this I was already 'Vine famous' because of a clip that went viral—but when I started to become more and more plastic, I recognised that some men have a whole fetish around me. And that I can profit from it. During a session, someone said: 'I love your lips, they're so big and juicy, I want to look like you—make me your sissydoll.' And then I started my real-life session speciality: Sissy Transformation. I have a whole army of mini wannabe Fetischbarbies that aspire to be like me, and I showed them a way of life that suits them better than role-playing being male, dominant, and a dad. I am their role model because of my looks, but the bigger picture is not giving a flying fuck what others think—that's where their fascination with me lies. And I cherish them a lot. Seeing them grow means a lot to me.

You operate across a huge range of fetishes—rubber, fur, lip fetish, femdom, smoking. Is there one fetish that is surprisingly common among your clients?

The one thing that is very common is that men enjoy looking at women who love to dress up, wear make-up and so on. I try my best to always be in my best form—for myself, because I really enjoy the ritual of getting ready. It's meditative to me. Smell good, look good, feel good. Freshly shaved, clean, perfume, nice clothes, heavy makeup, my hair open or tied up, and a strut that men love. I know my worth, I know who I am—and that is what men love and fear a little bit. Chin up, they love that attitude. After that comes all the femdom, lip fetish things—without my attitude, I would have gone into the deep pool of many bimbos, I think.

Bimbofication as a fetish has a complex politics—some see it as empowering, others as problematic. Where do you stand on that, as someone who lives it?

If a woman does what she loves, unapologetically, isn't that feminist? So I don't get why it's controversial. If I wake up one day and say let me be a housewife—I do what I like, it's feminist. If I decide to escort because I want to, it's my choice. Women being able to choose is a feminist act to me. So if they want to be a living sex doll who enjoys life on their own terms and inflates their assets—lovely! You do you, girl!

You've said the body itself is a fetish object, not just an aesthetic surface. When you look in the mirror, do you see yourself—or something you've constructed? And is there a difference anymore?

As I just took my silicone Double FF tits out of my shirt because it's so tight I'm typing...
I have constructed myself to my vision. I will always be me—I see myself in the mirror. My natural beauty is me, but my silicone implants and my fillers are also me. I don't see myself as being there for money. I see it as being paid FOR being me.

When did the investment start paying for itself — and what was the moment you knew it would?

I knew from the start because I could have done it without. I already had multiple offers from high-glam porn companies when I only had 2 pictures of myself without surgery on my Instagram. I never thought: okay, let me go get this done to be successful. I knew I would be successful as long as I was doing what I needed to do work-wise. But I never changed anything to be more successful. I always knew—weirdly, or not—that I am made for this life, and there's no stop for me.

If you were to break it down as an investment portfolio, which parts have generated the highest return? Which body part has been the most profitable?

My lips have been the most profitable. My pictures of my lips generate the most traffic on Instagram—reels of me putting on lipstick have millions of views. And on my pay-sites, the lip fetishists pay the best, and there hasn't been one ungrateful one among them. They truly worship me, make fan sites, start plastic pages with me as the profile picture. They consensually show me messages from women who want to look like me. I am one of the blueprints in this community. They show my face to their surgeon or filler expert.

Who are your clients? Not names—but where does their money come from? Old money, new money, tech, finance, art? Does the source of it change how they behave in the room?

My clients are from all across the board. The broke guy whose money I cherish the same—if not even more—because he tries to save for me, to the finance expert that swims in cash. Their behaviour isn't really changed by the source of money but truly by their character. I know money changes people, but not the good ones. I've had uncomfortable encounters with students and great encounters with a nepo-baby. So to sum up, I don't think the richer the guy, the more rude. But I must say, some old-money guys tend to be a little greedy and stingy—there's an old saying: spend like you're poor to stay rich. But yeah, I'm a luxury, so get out of here if you're not spending. Haha.

Has a session ever gone wrong? A client who disappeared before paying a tribute, a dynamic that collapsed—what does failure look like in your world?

Failing in my profession nearly doesn't exist for me. There's no interaction without tribute—online, no chat without paying subscription, no clip is recorded without the money beforehand. So failing looks a little different for me, like getting dolled up and getting in front of my cam but forgetting all men are watching the football games and I have a slow night—but then I make the most of it by recording a clip, for example. Failure is not trying, and I handle my business every day.

Photo Credits

Photographer MASA STANIĆ @originalmashi @mafiamashi

Production/Assistance STUDIO STEROID @studiosteroid,

MICHAEL TOMASCHEK @michaeltomaschek

Styling ILIJA MILIČIĆ @hvala_ilija

Digital Editor: Kathe Pouli 

Associate Editor: Vlada Teaca