The Exorcism of Alexis DiPaulo
[F/f] [lezdom] [F/m] [dominatrix] Continued from: Whips, Whisks and Wildcards Oh, darlings, the Facility’s been a whirlwind these days—sessions stacking up like a deck of deliciously deviant cards, each one a fresh canvas for my artful torments. But lately, a little storm cloud’s been hovering over my empire, and it’s got me torn in ways I didn’t expect. Several of my most trusted clients—those loyal souls who’ve bared their bottoms and secrets to me—have whispered complaints about Alexis. My fiery little protégé, the one with that bratty spark I adore, apparently pushing the sanity of things just a tad too far. A sub left a session shaken, not in the good way, muttering about boundaries blurred into oblivion; another canceled a follow-up, citing “intensity overload” that skirted too close to the edge without that careful calibration I insist upon. I know it’s her youth, that unbridled enthusiasm bubbling over like champagne from a shaken bottle, but as her boss—and let’s be...
