Behind Closed Doors with Dr. Wendy

Many who watch Billions will remember Dr. Wendy—brilliant psychologist by day, confidante to powerful men, and, in her private life, the kind of woman who understands the darker hungers most dare not voice. That duality inspires Me, and when K walked in for his first session, it was precisely that balance I chose to embody.

He was new. No true experiences, only fragments caught from pornography, vague ideas of what “BDSM” might be. But he was curious—curious enough to step into My world. For him, it felt like walking into the office of a woman who could read his thoughts while simultaneously deciding how best to break him.

I dressed the part deliberately: crisp white blouse, pencil skirt, black lace-topped stockings, and sharp stilettos. Professional, elegant, but with an edge that hinted of danger. I began not with pain, but with questions. His history. His understanding. Why he was here. Each word he gave Me, I analyzed, filed away, just as Dr. Wendy would with her corporate clients—except here, I was peeling back layers to expose his submissive core.

When I told him to stand properly, his posture shifted with uncertainty, but he obeyed. Obedience, even clumsy, is a beautiful thing to witness. I bound his hands behind him—firm, yet not frightening—and began to explore his body with My nails, dragging them across his skin. His breathing changed instantly, betraying him before his words ever could.