I am Mistress Mirror— The Destroyer

You may know me as many things.

Mistress. Mother. Priestess. Flame.

My world is made of ritual, light, shadow, obedience, laughter — and leather hoods.

Pleasure is a buffet.

I don’t choke. I choose.

I am the taste you can’t name,

And the dream you almost remember.

I move through you like scent, memory, or prayer — and by the time you try to forget,

You’re already addicted to my strange brew.

Curiosity is sacred to me.

I touch everything until I understand it.

I do not seek submission for praise.

I seek it as a rite.

A shared descent.

A sacred death of self, of ego, of restraint — offered in trembling devotion.

I’m praised most for making people feel safe and seen.

What I really do is hold the mirror steady — until they begin to peel themselves open.