My Unfinished BDSM Session with a Swiss Sub In Shanghai

 In 2019, a German-speaking Swiss man reached out to arrange a pegging session. Our communication was brief but telling. Even through text, without seeing his face or hearing his voice, I sensed his punctuality, kindness, and quiet thoughtfulness—a soft-spoken integrity woven into his words. His calm, confident tone sparked an unexpected curiosity in me, hinting at something deeper.

We agreed to meet in Shanghai's Xintiandi, where historic shikumen houses blend seamlessly with modern elegance. I arrived early, scanning the crowd. When he approached, our eyes locked, and the air shifted. His soft-spoken smile radiated warmth, charm, and an effortless magnetism that caught me entirely off guard. Later, as he gently ushered me to his room, I caught a glimpse of his shadow moving beside mine—so sweet, so boyish in its rhythm. And when he walked ahead of me in his perfectly tailored suit, shoulders straight like a runway model, I found myself instinctively reaching out… not to touch his hand, but to hold the shadow of it. It was delicate, surreal—like chasing something tender you know you'll remember forever.

That day marked the only time I didn't follow through with a BDSM session.

It wasn't discomfort or doubt that stopped me—it was the sudden realization that I was drawn to him. The physical pull was undeniable, but beneath it lay something more: a connection that had quietly grown through our exchanges. When I leaned in to kiss him, it felt not just inevitable but right.

To my quiet relief, he felt it too. The spark, the unspoken potential, the chemistry that hummed between us. What was meant to be a controlled, professional encounter dissolved into something unguarded and real. That day wasn't about dominance or submission—it was about vulnerability, connection, and surrendering to a moment neither of us could have predicted.

Breaking my own rules wasn't a choice I made lightly. But I carry no regrets. That soft-spoken moment, sealed with a kiss, reminded me that in a world of carefully scripted control, true connection remains beautifully unpredictable.

Swiss Expat's Journey To Sneeze Fetish in Shanghai

A Swiss slave in Shanghai stands out recently for his particularly unconventional fetish: sneezing and nose tears. For him, the sound, the visual spectacle, and the physical act of sneezing evoke profound arousal. Adding another layer to his kink, he is deeply turned on by women blowing their nasal discharge directly into his mouth — a request that falls well within the world of consensual kink but certainly stands apart as highly specific.

Interestingly, I am allergic to dust, which makes sneezing a frequent occurrence in my daily life. This gave me a natural advantage in fulfilling his unique desires. When he contacted me for a session, I was confident in my ability to bring his fantasies to life while maintaining a safe and consensual environment.

For the session, I instructed him to kneel naked before me, a position that emphasized his submission and set the tone for the dynamic. The vulnerability in his posture was tremendous, and it mirrored the trust he placed in me to guide him through this deeply personal fetish.

I began by teasing him with light gestures, pretending to stifle sneezes to heighten his anticipation. His eyes widened with excitement, every stifled sniff and involuntary twitch drawing him further into his submissive state. As the session progressed, I held his head up and cleared my nasal passages directly into his open mouth, allowing the act to unfold naturally, just as he desired.

The scene was a fascinating exploration of sensory and power dynamics. For him, this wasn't just about a physical act; it was a symbolic exchange of control and intimacy. By the end, his satisfaction was evident, and the experience served as a reminder of the diversity and depth of human desires within the BDSM world.

What I found most striking about this session was its simplicity — there were no elaborate props or complex scenarios, just a raw, intimate connection rooted in trust and a shared commitment to exploring his kink. It's moments like these that reinforce why I love my work: every session is a new adventure, and every submissive brings a unique story and fantasy to the table.

BDSM Dating: Why I Chose to Date This Man Out Of 600 Submissives In Shanghai

In BDSM, the dynamics between a dominatrix and her submissives are typically professional, built on a foundation of trust, mutual respect, and a shared exploration of fantasies. However, the idea of a dominatrix dating one of her submissives often spells curiosity. How likely is it for such a relationship to blossom beyond the dungeon? Speaking from my personal experience, the odds are exceedingly slim — but not impossible.

Over the past 16 years, I have met nearly 600 submissive men from all over the world. Each one brought their unique fantasies, vulnerabilities, and personalities to our sessions. However, the line between professional and personal has always remained clear for me. My role as a dominatrix is to provide a tailored experience within a safe, consensual framework, not to seek romantic involvement. Yet, there was one exception — a Swiss man who initially contacted me for pegging stands out as my favorite.

A Rare Exception: The Swiss Submissive

Meeting this man was a turning point for me, not because I was looking for romance, but because of who he was. Through our interactions, I recognized him as a truly genuine submissive — not just in his desire to please but in his depth of character. His humility, kindness, intelligence, and sincerity set him apart from the hundreds of others I’ve encountered.

But qualities alone wouldn’t have been enough. What truly made him exceptional was that I also found him deeply sexually attractive. The chemistry was undeniable, and for the first time, I felt compelled to explore what lay beyond the professional boundary. It was a decision I didn’t make lightly, but my intuition told me this was worth pursuing.

The Unlikelihood of Such Connections

When you consider the sheer numbers — nearly 600 submissive men over 16 years — the odds of dating one are astronomically low. That’s not to say I haven’t encountered other wonderful people in my sessions; many of my submissives are kind, respectful, and engaging individuals. However, being a great submissive doesn’t necessarily mean being a great romantic partner, nor does it guarantee mutual attraction.

As a dominatrix, I approach my work with a clear focus on creating tailored experiences, not on seeking romantic involvement. The power dynamics of BDSM are complex, and they thrive within a structured framework. Bringing those dynamics into a romantic context requires a delicate balance that few relationships can sustain.

Why This Connection Worked

So, why did this rare exception work? It came down to a combination of:

Authenticity: His submissive nature wasn’t performative; it was intrinsic to who he was.

Mutual Respect: Beyond the BDSM dynamic, we connected as equals, sharing meaningful conversations and mutual admiration.

Attraction: Without physical chemistry, the relationship wouldn’t have been possible. This was the first time a submissive in my sessions captivated me in that way.

A Reminder of Possibility

While my experience is rare, it serves as a reminder that meaningful connections can emerge in unexpected places. For dominatrices and submissives alike, it’s essential to approach such possibilities with care, ensuring that boundaries, consent, and mutual understanding remain at the forefront.

To anyone wondering whether a dominatrix can date her submissive: the odds are slim, but as my Swiss favorite proves, the heart doesn’t always play by the rules.

Discreet Public Play: The Swiss Expat's BDSM Journey To Spiritual Happiness In Shanghai

 On a crisp autumn day, the air tinged with the scent of fallen leaves, I received an intriguing message from a Swiss expat in Shanghai yearning for an escape from the mundane. Beneath his professional exterior lay a heart pulsating with the thrill of adventure — a desire to experience a performance that danced along the blurred lines of reality and fantasy.

“Meet me at restaurant XXX at noon,” I instructed, my fingers gliding across the screen of my phone. “Wear the perfume that captures your essence of femininity.”

As I arrived at our venue, I took in the scene around me. The restaurant was a jewel box of elegance, chandeliers twinkling overhead and pastries resembling decadent art pieces. I sat, a vision of dominion in sharp black leather, waiting for my willing servant to arrive.

The door swung open, and he walked in, cloaked in a mix of nervous energy and anticipation. The floral notes of his carefully chosen perfume wafted toward me — subtle yet provocative. He wore more than just scent; he embodied submission, an unspoken devotion expressed through his attire. When our eyes locked, a rush of satisfaction washed over me. “Ah, there he is,” I said, beckoning him closer. “You smell delightful.”

With a flourish, I ordered an extravagant lunch — a feast of rich flavors destined to evoke indulgence. As we dined amidst laughter and the clinking of cutlery, I playfully instructed him to scroll through stimulating porn videos on his phone. I teased, “immerse yourself in your porn while we feast. Let the world around us fade into mere shadows of your pleasure.”

As lunch transformed into an interlude, the distant echoes of laughter faded, replaced by his soft gasps and flushed skin. I relished my power, watching him balance on the edge of humiliation and ecstasy, wrapped in the energy we wove together.

Once we finished our meal, I led him to a tranquil park, its landscape a canvas of vibrant autumn leaves and rustling trees — a perfect backdrop for our next act. “Now comes the fun part,” I smirked, retrieving a shiny gold golf club from my big bag — a striking contrast to the natural beauty surrounding us. “You will kneel here.”

As he descended onto the soft grass, surrendering to my command, I felt invigorated. Each tap against his skin became a symbol of trust and mutual respect. The strokes were measured — an exhilarating dance we both understood intimately.

“Count them for me,” I instructed playfully.

With each precise smack, punctuated by his soft breaths and gasps, he journeyed deeper into this shared world of sensation.

“Good boy,” I whispered, pride swelling within me each time he obeyed without hesitation, our connection strengthening with each exchange.

There were no prying eyes in the park, no one who understood the language spoken between us — the intimacy of vulnerability wrapped in public spectacle.

As the session drew to a close, I pulled him close and offered him a lush apple from my bag — an emblem of gratitude and reward. “You did beautifully today,” I stated firmly, then whispered sweet nothings while stroking his hair.

I held his face and looking into his eyes illuminated by newfound freedom and exhilaration, I knew that we would meet again.

Shanghai BDSM Dating: Why I chose to Date a Swiss Slave Over a Canadian

 I only found 2 out of 592 submissive men I met in shanghai sexually attractive. Apparently very few man turn me on sexually.

Recently a slave asked me why I chose not to date the canadian slave since only 2 men can turn me on!

I met these 2 submissive men for BDSM sessions, each at different stages of my life in Shanghai. They are the only 2 sub men I found undeniably sexually attractive out of 592 slaves, but I ended up developing a deeper connection with only one of them — the German-speaking Swiss. The other, a Canadian, was eventually removed from my WeChat contacts, and here's why.

The Swiss man stood out as more than just a casual submissive. He embodied the qualities I seek in a potential submissive husband. He's single, a few years older than me, and possesses very high tolerance for pain, which naturally appeals to my dominant side. Beyond the physical connection, he's considerate, generous, and, importantly, emotionally available. The chemistry between us is undeniable, and the feelings are mutual. His life circumstances and temperament make him an ideal candidate for a long-term dynamic, possibly evolving into a D/s relationship with deep emotional and practical ties.

On the other hand, the Canadian, while also single, is about 20 years older than me. His life is consumed by an extremely demanding job, leaving little time or energy for personal relationships. He also carries the weight of many responsibilities, constantly tending to people in his life who require his care. As much as he may enjoy the occasional session, it’s clear that his circumstances leave little room for the type of intimate, dedicated D/s relationship I’m seeking. His divided attention and lack of availability made it obvious to me that he could never evolve into the submissive husband I desire. Hence, keeping him in my life became unnecessary.

In the end, it wasn't just about attraction but about recognizing who could truly complement my life and my needs. The Swiss man shows real potential, while the Canadian simply doesn't fit into the vision I have for a lasting, meaningful dynamic.

I Designed A Game Adventure For The Swiss Male Dom At Shanghai Peace Hotel

Some weeks ago, a Swiss male dominant from a BDSM website reached out to me for a meeting at Shanghai Peace Hotel. Despite knowing that I was not into co-domination or being a switch, he proposed that our encounter be a sharing of experiences in the world of BDSM. Intrigued by his offer, I accepted his invitation, eager to engage in a deep and meaningful discussion.

Although he knew what I looked like and sounded like, all I had of him were naked body pictures. However, this did not deter me, as I suggested to him that we play a thrilling game once we met. I told him that he can stand anywhere within a 10-meter radius outside the Peace Hotel or at the hotel lobby, without providing me with any hints or clues as to his whereabouts.

Confident in my ability to spot him, I waited with bated breath for our encounter. As the agreed-upon day arrived, I stepped out of the hotel with anticipation, scanning the area outside the hotel first. I saw lots of foreign tourists and I excluded them one by one. Then I went to hotel lobby to scan. And there he was, walking calmly to reception desk. 

Without hesitation, I approached him and greeted him, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of finally meeting the man behind the pictures. As we exchanged pleasantries and delved into discussions about our shared interests in BDSM, I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer thrill of our spontaneous meeting.

Our encounter at the Peace Hotel was not just a mere rendezvous between two individuals with a common interest; it was a testament to the power of connection and understanding in the world of alternative lifestyles. As we parted ways that evening, both enriched by our engagement, I knew that our paths would cross again in the future, bound by the unspoken bond forged through our shared experiences in BDSM. 

Unforgettable BDSM Breath Play Designed For A Swiss In Shanghai

As the dimly lit room filled with the sultry sounds of erotic music, I approached him from behind. Gently, I placed a blindfold over his eyes, heightening his senses and preparing him for what was about to come.

With careful precision, I guided him to the chair and secured his wrists and ankles, ensuring he was completely at my mercy. His heart beat quickened as I traced my fingertips along his jawline, sending shivers down his spine.

I leaned in close, my breath hot against his ear, and whispered seductively, "You belong to me now." His chest rose and fell with anticipation as I slid my hands around his neck, feeling the pulse of his desire beneath my touch.

A delicate ribbon slipped around his neck, a symbol of my control over his very breath. With every tug, he gasped for air, his body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. I held him in that moment, reveling in the power I held over him.

As the music swirled around us, my dominance and his submission reached new heights. I pushed him to the brink of ecstasy, pushing his boundaries and exploring the depths of our desires together.

In that dark, passionate night, he surrendered to me in ways he never thought possible. Bound by lust and tied by trust, he found himself lost in a world of pleasure and pain, passion and power.