Evelyn had suspected something complex was brewing with her intriguing new intern, but had no clue that she’d been outed in her white leather domme costume. Her hopes were clearly dashed that the leather executioner’s half-hood provided enough anonymity for her to continue publicly topping subs. Now that our heroine was becoming a minor celebrity in her open role as the go-to expert in her field, her days anonymously plying her whips and paddles and other weapons of ass destruction anywhere but in private were clearly drawn to a close.
Our heroine had rather liked that freedom, not at all being averse to having dozens of desirable men and women lust after her as she sexually tormented some willing volunteer. It seemed that part of her life must be relegated to the past, and she had some f
