LIVE Ritual Begins at Noon — Watch Me Cleanse The Mirrot
The mirror is dirty.
The sink holds the remnants of obedience.
So I’m putting on My apron, baring My feet, and beginning the ritual.
This
Kneel in My kitchen. Obey in My garden. Worship at My feet.
I am the rhythm in your rituals, the structure in your surrender.
💧 Cozy cruelty wrapped in lace-trimmed aprons.
🔥 Soft spoken. Strictly followed.
🌿 Domestic femme domme with a taste for obedience, beauty, and your devotion.
🎁 Bring Me what I deserve: ****
📅 Rituals. Rewards. Reminders of your place.
📍 Find structure. Find purpose. Find Me.
