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If you found yourself here, I imagine you're already at least somewhat acquainted with my work in online Femdom. You know I produce clips of the kinky sort.


To me, "p*rn" is merely the tip of the iceberg, but I want to open with the obvious and indisputable in order to establish some credibility, before diving headfirst into the language you may interpret as hyperbolic or performative.

I’m Miki Aoki, also known — or perhaps better known — as Princess Miki.


Nowadays, I’ve opted to be less particular about titles since acknowledging that I will forever evolve as a Domme. While I once believed I could only fulfill the "Princess" archetype, I've come to realize that I am limitless.

define my sexual energy and power, and frequent shape-shifting doesn't make it easy for titles to stick.

In lieu of a full biography or life story,  I’ll reserve this space for a (mostly) abridged interpretation of who I am, as well as what I am.



Let's start with some transparency regarding what I am not:


I’m not a hypnotist, nor am I a trained Dominatrix.

I have never been employed at a dungeon, nor have I ever been trained in any aspect of BDSM.


I have no experience in hypnosis, either, so I don't practice it.

Whatever it is that I do strictly stems from personal experimentation and self reflection, so you can't claim that I've been deceptive about my level of experience.

I'm only a pretty little pervert with control issues and an overactive imagination, who delivers kinky, intentionally disorienting monologues while scantily dressed. That's an honest, bare-bones description of what I am and what I do, I suppose.

I'd like to think of my clips as the three-way love child of my perversions, my artistic eye, and my fluency in the language of erotic manipulation.

I strictly operate online, and while this may suggest limitations on my end, it's an approach that has allowed me to steer the psychological sex lives of thousands from afar. It's a pragmatic approach to my mass-indoctrination campaign, actually...

...and fortunately for me, this is my full time job.

I'm fortunate enough to create and sell art that reflects my filthy imagination, all while simultaneously satisfying the power-hungry succubus within.

I'm fulfilling a few dreams at once through this unorthodox career of mine, and I couldn't be happier that I'm thriving in it.


Well, this is just as much of a business as it is a passion and lifestyle. This is my job, so money motivates me, obviously.

Life thrust me into a lucrative career where I can capitalize on my sex appeal and sexual deviance, all while leveraging my eye for aesthetics to create erotic works of art.

As an artist and megalomaniacal pervert, this is a jackpot of a job. It's fun, it's weird, it pays well, and I'm damn good at it.

So, does getting paid negate my passion?

Yes, I get paid handsomely: through sales of my works, payment for interactions and services, and tributes from those who feel compelled to respectfully thank me for what I do.

I find it funny that I'm often mistaken for being a financial dominatrix, which is a common assumption in a world where "online Domme" is confused to be synonymous with "findomme." While I'm not necessarily bothered by the association, it implies that this is the bread and butter of my work as a Domme.

I'm an erotic artist who specializes in packaging and selling pleasure rooted in mental surrender, and surrender might manifest in the form of financial submission, depending on the viewer. These "pleasure packages" serve as the propaganda to indoctrinate the masses, so that I may satisfy my deeper needs...


...and this takes the nature of my occupation a step beyond just a "job."


...only when it comes to stealing the thoughts, identities, and egos of easily distracted men.


I'm personally unbothered when I'm dismissed as "just" a "JOI Princess." In fact, I believe I benefit from being written off as harmless, frivolous, or even stupid.

It only suggests that men completely underestimate just how vulnerable they are, and are therefore clueless to the sheer power of female sexuality in its simplest form. When you're horny, you are susceptible to deconstruction and re-construction.

In other words, the girls who make you horny should terrify you, if you're overly attached to your ego.

While many by default choose to dismiss p*rn and the women who make it, the undeniable fact that men are helpless to it still stands.

The perpetual lust that's hard-wired into your brain is the biggest asset to my operation.

Taking advantage of this fact, and weaponizing it, is a compulsion I can't shake off. As long as you all keep making it this easy for me, I won't stop.

My p*rn is potent, so if you're afraid of change, don't proceed.

But, even when I burglarize a man's mind, I'll always fill the open void of what I took with something that is uniquely priceless: a type of pleasure few get the opportunity to experience.

Theft isn't the only component of my practice. I take, and then I give.

If you go deep enough, you might even find... purpose. What we're all searching for, right?


And if you reach these depths, you'll know exactly what I'm talking about, and you'll come to realize that I'm a rather benevolent mind thief...


It's more likely that I'm just a some girl who grifts by capitalizing on her genetic lottery winnings, right? None of this is that serious, most likely. Propaganda. Come on.

Maybe I was too lazy to pursue a "real career," so out of desperation, I wound up in this industry.


And maybe it's somewhat preferable to the both of us that you continue to see it this way.

Your naiveté and doubt are assets, too.

While I can't provide proof of or quantify the success rate of my mind-control operation, I'm confident that my slaves and cultists can vouch for me.


Besides, they are conditioned to do so by default. That alone suggests efficacy, no?

Perhaps someday, that'll be you, even if you're shaking your head right now.


This doesn't happen because I'm a genius. This happens because men are horny monkeys, who deep down yearn to be tamed.

What's really happening is that men are easy to crack as soon as I apply my simple, lust-centric strategies.


It also helps that I'm hot, which makes the application of these strategies quite easy.

When I slip some propaganda into what is packaged as a mere Femdom JOI video, there is an opportunity to connect the dots between pleasure and truth. Touch yourself to my words that are accompanied by erotic imagery, and my words will attach themselves to the pleasure you feel. It's comically Pavlovian.

That's really it.


It's not like I've blown my cover through my admissions; it’s because you don’t believe me, remember? At least not wholeheartedly.


You’ll always believe, to some extent, that this is a fantasy, that I'm simply another fetish p*rn producer, and that this is merely hyperbolic marketing.


If this applies to you, I want to keep you contained within that blissful haze of ignorance. Like I already said, it might be best for the both of us to keep up the charade.


I've made mentions of "propaganda" often, but what is the agenda, if this truly is propaganda?


I want to spread a vital truth.

My personal Femdom philosophy is anchored in a theory, which I've since accepted as fact:

All women wield the power to manipulate and deconstruct men, as we are the gatekeepers to what they always crave: sex.

And when I say “sex,” I’m not just speaking of mere intercourse, no. I’m referring to the perpetual cycle of lust that acts as an agent to ensuring that the social hierarchy keeps women on top.

While the structure of society doesn't reflect this, there are indicators everywhere. My aim is to sensually coax men into sexualizing these facts, with the ultimate goal of enlightening them into true acceptance.

This propaganda revolves around the truth of Female Supremacy, while placing the focus on my inherent superiority.

But what will I do with you once you're fully indoctrinated...?


For many men, the sexual energy women effuse provokes an intense feeling of helplessness.


When a man is sexually rejected, and the desire for sex can't be satiated, disappointment often morphs into rage, as well as self pity and self loathing.

Women are the embodiment of envy to some, and the envious begin to despise the fact that they're emotionally compromised by constant sexual denial.


Their contempt for the absence of their power is then turned toward the women who wield it.

You can't change the fact that you will always be obsessed with the beautiful women that are out of reach. Do you want that obsession to be permanently tied to envy, rage, and self-hatred?

I didn't think so.

Some men are built to please through sex. Others aren't cut out for it, and are expected to find other avenues where they can be of use.

No matter the cards you were dealt, know that all men were designed to submit in some form to women.

You're enslaved by us by default, so why not enjoy it, as opposed to painfully fighting it?


I'll make you sexualize and embrace your place, leaving you both empowered, and delightfully defeated by the Divine Feminine.


And the reward for your newfound self awareness is...?

...incomparable, pain-eviscerating bliss.


If all of the above is "too much" for you, you should know that my body of work is designed to enrapture submissives of every type: from the hardcore mental sadists, to the boys who crave the maternal embrace of “Mommy.”


Some files might even titillate the hidden submissive desires of the disillusioned “Alpha” males.

It’s very likely that you only sought me out to tickle the submissive side of your psychosexuality — from the comfort of your own home — just from time to time.

I empathize with that need, as a sexual deviant myself. I love providing a discreet space for you to explore this integral part of your identity, and I believe accepting your supposedly unorthodox sexuality can lead to growth in all areas of your life, if you allow it.


It's an important aspect of what I do, and one of the many reasons why I find this work fulfilling.

Of course, the ideal outcome is for you to fully embrace this as a lifestyle, and to eventually integrate this into your "real" life.

But if that isn't what you want — or if you don't find it feasible — it won't happen anyway, at least not in an organic and authentic way. You have to want this so badly that you develop a need. 

And while this doesn't apply to all of my fans, I can't promise that it won't eventually apply to you.

What I can guarantee is pleasure, even if you choose to stop at dipping your toes into these deep waters.


But if you're still here and read this long-winded "about me" page to completion, I think you're curious enough to explore my world a little more.

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