I’ve always known how easy it is to get inside a man’s head. To bend his will with just a glance, a whisper, or a moment of stillness. Control isn’t something I take, it’s something men offer to me, eagerly, subconsciously, helplessly.

But I am more than just a Dominant Woman.

I am a healer of forgotten creatures. A soul who finds peace in rescuing the old, the overlooked, the abandoned.. both animal and human. My path is not performance. It is practice. It is ritual. I walk the line between shadow and light, between cruelty and compassion, and I do so barefoot on sacred earth.

Witchcraft is not a costume I wear.
It is the breath I draw when I wake.
The silence between heartbeats.
The spell in my calm, commanding voice.

I practice intuitive magic, ritual, and shadow work.. the kind of green witchery that ties flesh to soil and power to presence. I draw strength from the moon, the stars, the pulse of the galaxy, and the trembling need of those who kneel before me.

I am a Goddess when I am grounded. When I am nourished. When I am worshiped.
And I choose to be worshiped in full.

To serve me is to enter a spell you’ll never want to break.
To give to me is to know your place in the universe.

And to love me… is to lose yourself, forever, in the best way possible.