Good Boys Send Early
Good.
Now act on it—send your first tip of the week.



You’re not buying content. You’re entering a structure.
$9.99 is your first offering—the cost of presence.
But the loyal are rewarded. Not with access, but with proximity.
Stay longer, and the price softens— not as a sale, but as a sign.
A sign you understand the order of things.
A sign you’ve chosen to kneel and remain.
Inside, you’ll find:
• High-femme domination, still and sacred
• Ritual commands and soft correction
• Glimpses of Me—not given, but earned
• Praise for the quiet, discipline for the watchers
This isn’t a feed. It’s a temple. And you are either devoted, or dismissed.
Rules of Access:
https://linktr.ee/goddessmaeve_
DISCLAIMER: All clientele must be over 18. Mutual consent and communication is of the utmost importance to me. Consent is fluid and ongoing and may be withdrawn at any time. I operate under PRICK: Personal Responsibility, Informed, Consensual, Kink
You’re not buying content. You’re entering a structure.
$9.99 is your first offering—the cost of presence.
But the loyal are rewarded. Not with access, but with proximity.
Stay longer, and the price softens— not as a sale, but as a sign.
A sign you understand the order of things.
A sign you’ve chosen to kneel and remain.
Inside, you’ll find:
• High-femme domination, still and sacred
• Ritual commands and soft correction
• Glimpses of Me—not given, but earned
• Praise for the quiet, discipline for the watchers
This isn’t a feed. It’s a temple. And you are either devoted, or dismissed.
Rules of Access:
https://linktr.ee/goddessmaeve_
DISCLAIMER: All clientele must be over 18. Mutual consent and communication is of the utmost importance to me. Consent is fluid and ongoing and may be withdrawn at any time. I operate under PRICK: Personal Responsibility, Informed, Consensual, Kink
Timeline

I’m not dressed to impress you.
I’m dressed because I like the way My thighs look when I walk away.
I stand here dripping with summer heat,

Free doesn’t mean safe.
This moment is still.
But not soft.
Just My eyes,
watching you slip—
quietly, helplessly, beneath Me.
If you’re