And the 20-something breathtakingly beautiful Eurasian Goddess is already on her way to succeeding in that dream. She has men worshipping her from all over the globe, and her current altar, an ambitious and rambling website at www.eurasiangoddess.com is her ersatz Camelot until she organizes her Queendom into a more tangible representation of what she is seeking to accomplish in her life.

“I was born into this,” she says in her disarmingly beautiful voice. “I was raised in a matriarchal household, where women were in charge and men went out to work and brought home the money.”

“It’s not a role I play, I am not a dominatrix. I am a beautiful woman, and yes you will bow and kiss my ass, and yes you will worship me - not because I play a role men want to see, but because it is who I am.”

And who she is a remarkably intelligent and exotically attractive woman who quotes Nietzsche and Jessica Rabbit with equal aplomb, a woman who speaks five languages, and a woman who fully realizes the effect she has on men. And she is quite candid in her plans for the future. She will capitalize on her beauty and sadistic streak to build for herself a queendom of the highest order.

Her elegant and modulated voice belies the passion for the ‘scene’ which simmers below her enviable charm and wit. She is a sadist, and she enjoys being a sadist.

“I am really into corporal punishment. I really like to inflict pain. It makes me ... giddy” She pauses for a moment, to let the true import of her statement sink in. “I really like it.”

Her candor is disarming, it is as if you are speaking to the typical midwestern college girl next door talk about her day but she is explaining a scene which took place on her recent vacation to the British Isles where she had one of her subjects bound and flailed him until the skin on his back was raw, or she outlines the public humiliation she inflicted on a erstwhile submissive who kept wandering away during a public outing. She simply duct taped him to the front of his car in the parking lot so busloads of visitors could see him.

It is the essence of who she is. With an almost childlike innocence she explains her upbringing with a statement which is staggering in both its simplicity and the impact it has on the male ego. “I was in college before I knew men were actually allowed to speak at the dinner table”

She makes no apologies for her tastes, She gives no quarter in her quest to fulfill her dreams, and she speaks freely of her fetish for money and inflicting pain. As one of her subjects commented while Thameside in Britain she is a “true domme.”

She laughs and lights a cigarette as she explains the reference.

“In Britain there are several places men can go to subject themselves to their needs. They go to a house, look at the ‘menu’ with pictures of women with their legs spread open and select what they want. I mean, how is that serving a woman? How is it the ‘slave’ chooses?”

She becomes more animated as she delves further into the subject of S&M as commercial enterprise.

“You have these men, who have needs and they pick and choose and do what they want, or more accurately have women do to them what they want ... that’s not being submissive or being a slave.”

Farah realizes it fills a need too. “Men are generally ruled by their testosterone levels, and these women meet their needs. There is nothing wrong with that, but it not dominance and submission.”

But she is a completely different person. She isn’t the type of woman who engages in run-of-the-mill ass whippings and bootlicking. She seeks men to serve her.

“Service to me is the act of a man selflessly giving of himself. There is a purity in submission, it is a very passionate affair without always being sexual.”

She pauses, ruminates, and her eyes look into you, through you, as if you are being measured up. “True submissives are some of the most selflessly generous and dear people I have met.”

There is an aura about her as she speaks. It’s as if there is something else there, an intangible. During the course of a conversation she seems to know where your heart is, what your own inner desires are all about. Ask her if she is psychic and you will see the most subtle of nods and an almost imperceptible smile. And in her eyes you can see she is looking right into the very depths of what makes you tick.

There is an almost imperceptible smile as one shuffles in the momentary silence. She is answering the question before it is asked.

“I am not a ball-busting man-hater. I love men, but I love to hurt them too - there is nothing quite like the sound of leather slapping against flesh, or the screams of a bound man as you beat the shit out of him.”

“And yes, they give me money, I like money too. I have a fetish for it.” She has no guilt about it. But then, as she explains, why should she? “It is a symbiotic relationship. We both get what we want and need.”

Goddess Farah picks and chooses who she ‘plays’ with. Her scenes are not measured on the clock, but rather on, as some of her devoted subs would say, the Richter scale. She plays hard, often skirting near edge play, in magical explorations of ritualized punishment and expiation of the male guilt at being in need of such heavy beatings.

“I have a core of 4-5 devoted subs, I go for quality, not quantity” she explains. “And I am always on the lookout for another special subject.”

“There are many men who worship me, are in awe of me, who do things for me...” she pauses again, taking a soft draw on her cigarette as she punctuates the statement with an arrogance which is direct and yet, uplifting as it speaks from the very being of a true, ‘manor born’ female supremacist. “...as it should be”

Goddess Farah does not apologize for who she is, and she does not suffer fools and wannabes out for a ‘slap-and-wank’ afternoon.

She is a woman, born into female dominance, who is shaping herself into a true Goddess.

If you truly want to serve, if you want to step beyond the realm of mediocrity and embrace an existence of servitude and masochistic denial for the betterment of a woman, Farah may very well be the Goddess you will worship.