My Therapist thinks I should be a Professional Dominatrix

Transgender Awareness Week > Dominatrix Origin Story

I’m naked, cuffed, and bound to a stripper pole, cling wrap tightly restricting my movement. The searing pain in my nipples has begun to fade. “Give in.” As I hear the command, my knees buckle. My body becomes limp. Now, only the layers of plastic encasing me keep me vertical as my mouth falls open, but all I can manage is a weak mewl. I can’t see through the nylon covering my head, but I feel Mistrix Sunmi’s strong arms embrace me. “When you