"You are a slave to your desires Katie," Sister Jane whispered against the shell of her ear, her voice a scorned promise of destruction. "And since you cannot master them, I will Master them for you."
Before you enter the Headmistress's study, please be advised this series contains trigger warnings:
☞ Heavily romanticised age gap - the kind that ruins lives and builds empires.
☞ Religious trauma & Catholic guilt - levelled up to expert difficulty.
☞ Self-flagellation - with enough spiritual angst to power a small city.
☞ Sacrilege - like drinking the sacramental wine and... other things.
☞ Intense power imbalances - she's the Headmistress; you're the student. You do the math.
☞ Slurs and shame - Sister Jane says some mean things. It's a vibe, but a dark one.
☞ Impact play & sensory deprivation - and hidden leather, whips, blindfolds, lace, and gin; oh my.
☞ Gags and restraints - because some prayers are best muffled
☞ Dubious consent - the lines between anger, intoxication, and absolute surrender get violently blurred.
☞ Scandals past and present - Explicit references to student-teacher affairs
Consider yourself thoroughly warned. Turn the page, or stay on your knees.
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