As I step inside the room of Jessica Tulipe—a towering Viera with mahogany hair and flopsy ears—I’m surprised how unassuming it is. It’s decorated beautifully, with a bar and red plush seating, but it’s not the room I expected from a pro dominatrix. Then secret bookcase doors swing open, revealing hidden furniture—lanterns sunk inside an ottoman, their handles poking up to look like restraints. Wooden slats form a smaller room in the corner.
“Oh, this is a cage,” Jessica confirms. She sometimes leaves her clients there tied up. “You want them to think about you and you leave them with something at the end.”
