Three days ago, a Canadian expat in Shanghai added me on WeChat.
His opening message was bold:
“I know who you are, Domme Alessandra. I've followed your blog for months. I'll pay five times your standard rate… with one condition.”The condition?
A perfect 50/50 split: half the session, I own him completely—full slave protocol, locked chastity, total service, deep humiliation, the signature Shanghai role-reversal that has shattered and reshaped nearly 700 powerful men.
The other half? He becomes my Master—commanding, using me without limits or negotiation. “True symmetry,” he called it. “The ultimate power exchange.”The tribute? Obscene—enough for a lavish week in one of Shanghai's finest hotels, paid upfront, no strings.My reply was swift and unyielding:
“Thank you for the generous offer. I must decline.”Here's why every serious professional Domme should spot—and reject—this pattern instantly.
True dominance isn't rentable in halves.
My power isn't a role I slip into; it's my core identity. When I lock a man in steel, force him to kneel on cold marble floors while I sip vintage champagne by the Huangpu, or edge him for weeks via remote monitoring—that's not performance. It's authentic surrender I demand and receive.
A 50/50 deal forces me to fake submission, to act vulnerable I never feel. That cheapens sacred D/s into scripted theater. I don't act.
Anonymity + huge cash + instant role reversal = classic red flags.
Men who approach masked, waving massive money, rarely crave genuine submission.
They crave disguised control: buying temporary access to a Domme's body and psyche under “fairness.”
They test boundaries, push during “their” turn, then vanish—leaving emotional and physical residue on me while they walk free.From experience, these proposers usually fit one mold: Closeted switches desperate to top a strong woman without earning trust.
Men with a specific kink for degrading powerful Dommes (“I made even her kneel”).
Worst: those planning non-consensual escalation on their half.
None belong in ethical, consensual power exchange. Real dynamics—even switch ones—require transparency, earned trust, and mutual respect. Not anonymous transfers and timed ownership.
I protect my dominance the way I protect my own skin: fiercely, without apology.
My final message to him:
“Your offer is financially striking, but my dominance isn't sold in pieces. I do not switch. I do not compromise my essence. If you truly seek submission, you know the path—on your knees, fully transparent, no conditions. Otherwise, we're incompatible.”He replied once more—disappointment laced with veiled resentment. I didn't answer. Block. Clean. Done.In a city where everything carries a price tag, some things stay priceless:
My authenticity.
My boundaries.
The weight of my heel on the throat of a man who truly comprehends surrender.The mysterious ones flicker past like neon on rain-slicked Bund streets.
The devoted ones remain—because they recognize real power… and never ask me to kneel.
If you're tempted to make me an offer, pause and ask yourself:
Are you prepared to relinquish control entirely?
Or are you merely trying to lease it for half the session?
Choose wisely, darling.
My door opens only for the worthy.
Switches and negotiators need not apply.