Head Mistress Porsche Lynn’s

Den Of Indomitus ™

Arizona’s Premiere, Fully Equipped, Female Owned and Operated Dungeon

Welcome to the Den of Indomitus, I am the Head Mistress, Porsche Lynn.

Welcome to our new website. We have given the site a fresh new look. We have added a few new things like a Blog and kept some of the old things like the Mistress Galleries and the Submissive Board. It was my desire to refresh the site but maintain a user friendly status. Hope we hit the target!

I have been a Domina for over 18 years and the Head Mistress of DOI for over 8 years.

I had a 10 year illustrious, award winning career in Adult Films/Videos/DVD. Within that time I starred in many Fetish and B/D/S/M movies. When I discovered that b/d/s/m not only excited me but also intrigued me immensely, I set out on a journey of exploration into another aspect of my sexual expression. I received training from as many people as possible, in the United Sates as well as Europe. My training process lasted for about 6 years before I started doing professional sessions and I feel that I am still learning today, after 20 years.
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Fetish Heat 2014

September 1st, 2014 | posted in Off the Rack: Latest News


In the VIP room of The Venue in Scottsdale, Arizona, the Dominas of DOIAZ entertained a select group of Fetish Heat attendees. It was a hot, balmy Saturday evening – hundreds of men and women dressed in latex, leather, PVC, boots and stiletto heels mingled with each other, danced to the music of Kretel and shopped at the various pervy vendor booths.
Mistress Jordan was dressed in black electrical tape, black sheer stockings and heels that wouldn’t be on for long. She was the willing model of a bondage demonstration rigged by the lovely Ari. Miss Jordan was bound with blue-/green-dyed hemp rope – arms behind her back, breasts tightly encased, ankles together, with the finishing piece being her exquisite black ponytail pulled taut with rope. Mistress Madeline made certain to stimulate Miss Jordan with some tickling, stroking and spanking. Mistresses Ivy and Kate got in on the final bits of action before releasing Miss Jordan from her torment.
The next scene involved Mistress Ivy turning Miss Madeline into her “little pony.” Miss Madeline came trotting out in her red leather pony boots and rubber stockings, complete with black leather pony bit and bridle. Miss Ivy was dressed in black leather thigh-high boots, gloves and corset and held Miss Madeline’s reins like a master trainer. The pony was brushed down from head to toe before being paraded around the VIP lounge for admirers to photograph or give a gentle smack on the hindquarters. When the scene was complete, Miss Madeline was given a carrot as reward; maybe she will get a sugar cube next time.
Several Dominas stopped by to socialize: Goddess Sadie, Hammer, Ava – among others. Mistress Kate managed to capture a zebra pretending to be a human. Since the human zebra is a protected species, Miss Kate allowed it to roam free for the evening. Fetish Heat was a hot night in Scottsdale in sooo many ways.
The Den of Indomitus sends many thanks to our host Horns-N-Halos for inviting us to play in the VIP room. Horns-N-Halos produces first-class fetish events year-round. Many thanks to The Venue in Scottsdale – a fabulicious event venue – for their hospitality. See you at the next event.
Never yours,
Head Mistress Porsche Lynn



How to Keep a Man

June 23rd, 2014 | posted in Tales from the Den

Mistress Ivy schools us in what it means for a Domina to have a kept man:

Hand him a rope and tell him to hobble his ankles. Bend his arms at the elbows and wrap electrical tape around both elbows up to his shoulders to form a pair of chicken wings. Tape his hands into fists. Put a leash on his genitals and lead him around the room. Sit him on a bench; then sit in front of him, smile in a sinister way, and explain that you are going to demonstrate the correct way to keep a man and that he is the ideal subject. Tell him that you are going to gag him by sealing his mouth shut. Men should only be able to speak with their eyes, and their mouths should constantly be packed and sealed.


Talk to him while you explain your actions. Put a ball in his mouth, and tell him that gagging him without first packing his mouth would not *do it* for you. Tell him that packing the mouth first is important in making sure that he is unintelligible. Seal his mouth with the duct tape. Put a wide X from above the ear down across the mouth to the bottom of the chin in both directions. Make sure that you put it on tight and that you smooth it down while pressing it hard. Make it a nice, good seal. Place another strip horizontally across the middle of the X, another above that one just under his nose, and another that covers his chin. If you’re feeling particularly sticky, place another strip or two underneath his chin and up the sides of his head, and tell him that it’s to finish the seal. Smooth these completely down by hand and make them nice and tight.


Tell him why you gag men and seal their mouths and how you find a quiet, gagged man very attractive. Kiss the tape all over and laugh at him while he attempts to speak. Always pretend that you believe that he is asking for more. “Oh, you want more? More tape? That was an ‘Mm Hmm’ not an ‘Mm mm,’ wasn’t it?”


Grab his head with both hands, turn it toward you, and keep reminding him why you like him gagged and that you would love it if his mouth were always sealed shut. Squeeze a nipple to test his speech and decide that he is still not quiet enough. Pull out some gauze and wrap it around his mouth and the back of his head — like a mummy; then test again. Lead him around by the leash while making fun of how hushed you have made him and how sealing his mouth makes him the perfect man for you. Tell him that you want to keep him overnight and that nobody knows where he is. And then ask him, “That’s alright with you, isn’t it?” Wait for his muffled incoherence before finally acknowledging, “That’s what I thought.”

Tender torments,
Madame Lenore