The Belgian Expat's BDSM Adventure: Discovering Acarophilia and Marking Fetishes

Recently, I was contacted by an expat submissive from Belgium who sought out my services for a unique scratching and marking kink session here in Shanghai. This particular type of BDSM scene aligns perfectly with my skills and preferences, as I keep my nails impeccably sharp and hard — ideal tools for crafting temporary art on submissive flesh.

When I arrived at his hotel in Pudong, I could feel his great anticipation. After a brief discussion to ensure we were aligned on limits and expectations, I prepared for the session. I donned gloves initially to tease his sense of touch before removing them dramatically, revealing my meticulously maintained nails. His eyes widened slightly — a response I relished.

I disinfected my hands before I scractched him. I began with light, teasing scratches across his chest, letting him feel the potential of what was to come. Slowly, I increased the intensity, my nails trailing firmly over his skin, leaving faint red lines in their wake. He flinched and moaned, clearly enjoying the delicious combination of sensation and surrender.

The highlight of the session was when I carefully etched letters into his chest: “Ms. Alessandra’s Property.” Watching my mark take shape on his skin was immensely satisfying. It was not just an act of marking; it was a declaration, a moment where he fully gave himself to me. The process required precision, and I took my time to ensure the lettering was clear and distinct, while still respecting his limits.

He admired the marks in the mirror afterward, his expression a mix of awe and satisfaction. “These are incredible,” he said, tracing the temporary imprint with his fingers.

Over the following days, he messaged to tell me how much he adored the session. He mentioned the marks lingered for about five days, fading gradually but leaving a deep impression on his mind. “Every time I see the marks, I remember the moment you claimed me and I feel truly owned,” he confessed.

This session reminded me why I love what I do — turning a simple fetish into a profound and unforgettable experience, where art, control, and connection converge seamlessly.

Amazed by the Rock-Solid Body of the Belgian Expat In Shanghai

 A Belgian expat in his seventies in Shanghai booked a session tailored to sweat fetish and pegging with me. I went to his hotel lobby and he stood out in the crowd with his super tall figure, full head snow hair and striking blue eyes. As we shaked our hands, I could sense the nervousness radiating from him. I was determined to make him feel at ease.

Without hesitation, I suggested we take a walk to the park nearby. The fresh air and serene surroundings were sure to calm his nerves. As we strolled along the winding paths, I placed my left hand on his shoulder. As we moved in sync, a tension hung in the air, electric and thrilling. And then, he leaned in close and whispered softly in my ear."I have a confession to make," he murmured, his voice barely audible above the music. "I have a fetish for female sweat." There was something honest and vulnerable in his gaze that made me curious. As we continued to move together, he answered my questions about his sweat fetish. I reassured him that there was nothing wrong with his desires, that everyone has their own unique preferences and kinks.

As I instructed him to prepare himself in his hotel room, to offer his body to me in total surrender, I saw the excitement flicker in his eyes. He was ready, eager for the thrill of submission. Gently, I placed my soaked pantyhose pants in his mouth, using them as a makeshift gag to stifle any sound that might betray his pleasure. I wanted him to focus solely on the sensations coursing through his body, on the exquisite pleasure of surrendering to me. I grabbed his snow hair, using it as a tether to guide him, to anchor him in the moment. And then I began, slowly at first, teasing him with the promise of what was to come.

With each gentle thrust made by my strapon, I felt his body respond, felt him open up to me in ways he had never dared before. I was amazed by his sturdy body. He took 4 rounds of my pegging although he was 70ish! The power dynamic shifted, as he relinquished control to me completely, allowing me to lead him down the path of ecstasy.

How I Started My Career As Professional Mistress And Met My 1st Slave In China

As a Professional Dominatrix in Shanghai, I have encountered many interesting and unique individuals throughout my career. One of the most memorable experiences I had was meeting my first slave in 2009 who just relocated to Shanghai from Belgium. We got to know each other through a BDSM website called Collarme, which later changed its name to Collarspace. Unfortunately, the website is no longer active, but the memories of that fateful meeting still linger in my mind.

I remember vividly how we talked for a week before deciding to meet in real life in Shanghai. There was a sense of excitement and anticipation as I awaited his arrival. When he finally showed up, he immediately captured my attention by showing me his credit cards with his real name on it. It was a bold move on his part, but it was also a gesture of trust that I appreciated.

He invited me to Mr and Mrs Bund for dinner, a popular restaurant in the city known for its exquisite cuisine and elegant atmosphere. As we sat down at our table, I could sense the tension in the air, a mix of nerves and excitement as we began to delve into our respective roles – me as the Dominatrix, and him as my willing submissive.

He had been previously trained by a dominatrix in Amsterdam, came to me seeking a new level of submission and obedience. Throughout the course of the evening, we engaged in deep conversations about our desires, boundaries, and expectations. It was a great meeting of minds. By the end of the night, I had completed a nice vomiting session and a bond had been formed between us that transcended mere physical attraction. It was a connection built on trust, mutual respect, and a shared understanding of our roles in this unconventional D/s dynamic.

As I look back on that night, I can't help but feel grateful for the experience and the lessons it taught me about the complexities of power dynamics and human relationships. Meeting my first slave was not just a moment in time; it was the beginning of a journey that would shape my career and my understanding of myself as a Professional Dominatrix.