A Canadian Explored His Feeding Fetish with a Pro Domme In Shanghai

 A Canadian submissive, currently based in Shanghai, recently approached me with a craving both specific and deeply personal: a session centered entirely around his feeding fetish. His desire wasn’t just about food—it was about the ritual, the intimacy, the surrender. He longed to be fed morsels already softened and broken down by my mouth, each bite transformed into something tender, intimate, and deliberately given. For him, it wasn’t just an act—it was a relinquishing of control, one slow, deliberate bite at a time.

I offered him two paths. If he had the nerve, we could take this experience into the public eye, layering his submission with the added thrill of exhibitionism. Or, for something more reserved, we could keep it behind closed doors, where the intimacy could unfold in quiet privacy.

He didn’t want to choose—he wanted both. And I was more than happy to oblige.

We began in the hush of his hotel room, the air thick with anticipation. Everything slowed down. I chewed each bite carefully, sensually, my eyes never leaving his. He knelt before me, mouth open, trembling, eyes wide with hunger—for the food, yes, but more so for the feeling of surrender. Each offering was deliberate. Each moment stretched, soaked in tension. Every bite became a lesson in obedience; every look, an unspoken command.

Later, I led him outside. We chose a quiet park, just sparse enough to be discreet, yet public enough to add the weight of risk. He sat obediently on a bench, posture straight, his nervous energy palpable. And there, under the open sky, I began again—feeding him slowly, intimately, daringly. This time, every bite carried a new charge: the thrill of being seen, the possibility of being caught. And with it, his submission deepened.

In the end, he got exactly what he craved—two sides of surrender. One private, tender, and deeply personal. The other, bold, exposed, and laced with risk. And I? I relished every moment of guiding him there.

Canadian Expat Explores His Dacryphilia Fetish in Shanghai – A Unique BDSM Experience

 Dacryphilia is a fetish or kink in which a person experiences arousal from tears or the act of crying.

Some people are turned on by their own crying; others are turned on by seeing another person crying. Some people are also turned on by the emotional release that crying brings.

With this in mind, I designed a personalized dacryphilia scene for a Canadian submissive in Shanghai, carefully structuring the experience to fulfill their specific desires while maintaining a strong emphasis on consent and emotional safety.

The initial exchange is quiet, almost meditative: a conversation that invites vulnerability. “Tell me about a place you miss,” the prompt might begin, coaxing out a memory — the crunch of snow underfoot in a Canadian winter, the smell of pine after rain. As his voice falters, the first glisten of tears appears, a fragile prelude to what’s to come.

The scenario is built around a gradual emotional unraveling, where I guide him into a state of controlled distress — not through physical pain, but through psychological intensity. Prolonged eye contact, moments of deliberate silence, and carefully worded questions deepen the emotional exposure, peeling away layers of guardedness. There is no cruelty, only precision — the right words at the right moment, allowing the weight of nostalgia, longing, and surrender to take hold.

As the tears begin to flow, the power dynamic subtly shifts. I do not interrupt, nor do I rush. Instead, I maintain presence and control, letting the emotion unfold naturally. When the moment reaches its peak, I transition into a nurturing role, offering comfort, reassurance, and gentle physical contact. A soft touch on the back of the hand, a whispered acknowledgment, the slow return of warmth and safety.

This aftercare stage is just as essential as the buildup — ensuring that the release is not just arousing, but also emotionally fulfilling. The experience becomes more than just a fetish; it is a complicated interplay of power, vulnerability, and deep human connection. It requires a profound understanding of psychology and an ability to navigate the delicate balance between control, release, and care.

Exploring the Sexy Side of Snot Fetish: A Mucophilia Fetish Experience In Shanghai

 Mucophilia, commonly known as a mucus fetish, refers to a specific form of paraphilia in which individuals experience sexual arousal from mucus, particularly nasal secretions (snot). Those with this fetish may be drawn to the texture, viscosity, taste, and even the scent of mucus. The appeal can stem from a variety of psychological and sensory triggers, such as the taboo nature of bodily fluids, the intimate act of sharing something so personal, or the tactile sensation of mucus on the skin.

People with mucophilia might engage in activities that involve touching, licking, or smearing mucus onto themselves or their partners. Some may find arousal in witnessing another person expelling mucus, while others might incorporate it into dominance and submission dynamics, medical roleplay, or sensory play. Like many niche fetishes, mucophilia exists on a spectrum — ranging from mild curiosity to an essential component of one's sexual gratification.

Recently, an Italian submissive based in Shanghai reached out to me, expressing his deep interest in mucus-related play. After discussing his boundaries, preferences, and desired level of intensity, I designed a tailored scenario to cater to his fetish in a way that was immersive, consensual, and psychologically fulfilling.

The Ritual of Submission: A Mucophilia Session

After establishing clear boundaries and consent, the session is set in a dimly lit, intimate hotel room — an environment carefully curated to heighten the submissive’s senses.

I circle him slowly, observing his restrained posture. “You crave the unspoken, the forbidden,” I murmur, tilting his chin upward. “Show me your devotion.”

To build anticipation, I begin with verbal teasing — describing in detail what he desires most, making him verbalize his cravings. He is instructed to beg, not just for my attention but specifically for the indulgence he seeks. His voice trembles as he confesses his longing for the texture, the warmth, the intimacy of mucus.

To heighten his sensory experience, I introduce elements of control. A silk blindfold is secured over his eyes, denying him sight, intensifying every sound, scent, and touch. I lean in, allowing him to hear my steady breathing. The suspense thickens. I sniff slightly, teasing him with the promise of what's to come.

When the moment arrives, I let mucus drip slowly, deliberately — perhaps onto his lips, his chest, or his hands. He shudders, overwhelmed by the raw intimacy of the act. His instructions are simple but strict: he must not move unless granted permission. His obedience is tested as I prolong the experience, describing every sensation, making him deeply aware of his own arousal.

For further stimulation, I guide his fingers to his own skin, where he spreads the mucus as instructed, deepening his submission. If he has a taste-oriented preference, I may allow him to experience it under controlled conditions, ensuring that the psychological intensity matches the physical act.

As the session reaches its peak, I reinforce the power dynamic by noisly blow my warm mucus into his waiting mouth— reminding him that this experience is a privilege granted by me. His gratitude is expected, expressed through whispered words of adoration, his posture still reverent.

Finally, I decide when the session ends. I cleanse him, slowly, meticulously — a symbolic act marking the conclusion of his surrender. As I remove his blindfold, I study his expression, reveling in the satisfaction and vulnerability etched across his face.

“You've done well,” I say, a final whisper before I step back, leaving him basking in the afterglow of the forbidden indulgence he has long craved.

Shanghai Bund Champagne Challenge: How a Canadian Expat Discovered His Submission

In the summer of 2016, I designed an unforgettable semi-public "champagne" drinking BDSM scenario for a Canadian expat in Shanghai. It was a rainy day, and the damp streets of central Shanghai mirrored the soft glow of streetlights as I arrived at his hotel earlier than planned. Inside, I unveiled the carefully selected lingerie: a pair of sleek black pantyhose and a soft pink tank top, chosen specifically to accentuate his vulnerability. Guiding him through the process of dressing, I watched as he hesitated briefly before slipping into each piece, his movements a blend of nervous energy and anticipation. The delicate fabric clung to his body, highlighting his submission in an understated yet powerful way. Beneath his shirt and jeans, the lingerie became our shared secret, and the flicker of excitement in his eyes set the tone for the evening ahead.

We took a taxi to a cozy yet upscale restaurant near the Bund, where the rhythmic patter of rain enhanced the intimate atmosphere. Once entered the restaurant, the waiter ushered us to a table nestled between a lively group of eight on one side and a German couple on the other. I could sense his unease immediately. Surrounded by so many guests, he found the location daunting for the "champagne" challenge ahead. Nervously, he requested the waiter to move us to a corner table with no neighbors.

I intervened, softly but firmly asking him to calm down. “This table is perfect,” I assured him. “Just trust me and follow my lead.” Reluctantly, he obeyed, his face a mix of apprehension and trust. He ordered two glasses of champagne for us, and as they arrived, I excused myself to the bathroom.

Inside the private sanctuary of the bathroom, I carefully filled a small bottle with my fresh and warm pee, ensuring its golden hue was pristine. Returning to the table, I timed my move perfectly, waiting for him to finish his first glass of champagne. Quietly and discreetly, I poured the contents of the bottle into his empty flute. The golden liquid shimmered under the dim restaurant lights, indistinguishable from the champagne he had just enjoyed.

He hesitated, glancing nervously at the guests around us. The low murmur of conversations and clinking glasses filled the air, amplifying his fear of being discovered. I leaned in close and whispered firmly, “Drink. One sip at a time. Then say ‘tasty.’”

With a deep breath, he obeyed, lifting the glass to his lips. His panic gave way to obedience as he swallowed the first sip, his eyes darting nervously but remaining locked on mine for reassurance. “Tasty,” he murmured as ordered. I smiled approvingly, and his tension melted into a mix of pride and submission.

Emboldened by his success, I took things a step further. When his dessert arrived, I poured a fresh stream of my "champagne" over it, the liquid soaking into the sweet treat. Without hesitation, he scooped it up and ate, savoring every bite as though it were an indulgence crafted just for him.

After dinner, we ventured to the terrace for a brief look at the rain-drenched skyline. The shimmering city lights seemed to applaud his growing confidence. I rewarded him with another discreet refill, and this time, he sipped it with visible pleasure, his earlier panic transformed into a quiet thrill.

The night, however, was far from over. Back at the hotel, I prepared for the grand finale: the longest golden shower I had ever given. Standing on the edge of the bathtub, I aimed carefully, letting two horizontal streams of pee cascade over him, followed by two vertical strokes. Finally, I completed the ceremony with two diagonal strokes, marking his body in a golden grid of devotion. It was an exciting and liberating moment for both of us.

As a parting gift, I left him a glass of my “beer” in the mini refrigerator, a token of our evening together. Every detail of the night had unfolded perfectly, leaving us both basking in the glow of a boundary-pushing, unforgettable experience.

The Canadian businessman was thoroughly satisfied with how the session unfolded, captivated by the perfect blend of thrill, intimacy, and indulgence. The experience left such a profound impression on him that he couldn’t resist returning for more. Driven by the memory of our unforgettable evening, he flew back to Shanghai multiple times, eagerly booking repeat sessions with me to relive the excitement and push his boundaries further. Each encounter became an opportunity to deepen his submission and refine the dynamic we shared, solidifying his trust and loyalty.

Intriguing Meetup With an American Expat With Gerontophilia In Shanghai

 I'm Dominatrix Alessandra, based in Shanghai. Recently, I had an intriguing encounter with an American submissive who has a gerontophilia kink. At just 34 years old, I found it surprising that he was drawn to me for this particular fantasy instead of seeking out an older dominatrix. Yet, I was captivated by the challenge and the opportunity to explore something new. I used my words and actions to evoke the essence of an older woman, drawing on my experience and imagination to fully immerse myself in the role. I acted like Miss Daisy. I did everything slowly. I first soaked his gorgeous body in the shower room, then I started to grope him.

As a dominatrix, my job is to fulfill the fantasies of my submissives, no matter how unusual they may be. I have encountered many different fetishes and desires in my line of work, but gerontophilia was a new one for me. To my surprise, he found great pleasure in worshipping my hairy armpit, a unique twist that added to the dynamic of our encounter. It turned out to be an intriguing exploration of fantasies, blurring the lines between age and desire.

The Canadian Captain's Brave Kinky Adventure In Shanghai

A Canadian aircraft captain contacted me for a spitting session in Shanghai. We spoke about vomit so I encouraged him to try vomit. I can easily vomit after eating certain food such as chocolate, cereal, yogurt. I told him to prepare some chocolate if he wanna try vomit.

As I entered the captain's room yesterday, a rush of excitement coursed through me at the sight of his imposing figure. I wasted no time in commanding him to strip, my tone firm and demanding. His chest is broad and firm, each pectoral muscle perfectly sculpted and well-defined, reflecting hours of dedication to his fitness routine. Below, his abdomen showcases a set of six well-chiseled abs, each muscle standing out with impressive clarity, creating a striking contrast against his smooth, taut skin. The overall effect is a body that not only embodies physical power but also an aesthetic balance of form and function. I did not expect to meet such a great turnon. 

I wasted no time in eating the chocolate, knowing that it would make my vomit much easier. As I consumed it, I could feel the bile rise in my throat, ready to be expelled at a moment's notice. The captain watched with anticipation, eagerness in his eyes as he awaited what was to come.

Without a second thought, I expelled the vomit, letting it flow freely from my mouth. The captain's eyes widened in both shock and delight, the sight of my barf thrilling him to his very core. And in that moment, as he lay in my arms, I could feel the sensual tension between us. As I held him close, looked him in the eyes and dropped my last spitting, he reached to the ultimate orgasm. 

The captain's willingness to explore his deepest desires matched my own, and together we created a bond that transcended the physical. In that room in Shanghai, we became more than just dominatrix and slave - we became two souls intertwined in a dance of pleasure and pain, desire and control.

He inspired me to create a consensual nonconsent scenario for him next time! He has the most amazing proportional sexy body shape among all the men I have met!

Provocative Scenario For The Brave Danish Expat In Shanghai

A couple of months ago, I received a session booking from a submissive Danish who expressed his deep desire to be shot. Intrigued by his extreme fantasy, I decided to craft a provocative scenario for him to experience.

I arrived at his hotel room near shanghai zhongshan park. I brought him a butler costume. He was then dressed as my butler, his eyes filled with anticipation and nervous excitement. He brought a silver tray adorned with a plate of caviar, thinking to please me with this luxurious delicacy.

However, as I inspected the contents of the tray, my displeasure became evident. I furrowed my brows and said in a cold, commanding tone, "What is this gelatinous muck? When I instruct you to prepare caviar, must I explicitly state that it should be of the highest quality, not this $9.99 fish bait? Caviar should be round, firm, and of generous size. It should explode in your mouth with exquisite flavor at precisely the right moment."

The submissive man's face fell as he realized his grave mistake. His failure to meet my expectations had left me with no choice but to discipline him for his incompetence. I quickly bind him, securing his hands and feet with unyielding ropes.

With a fierce gaze, I lectured him on the importance of obedience and attention to detail in serving his mistress. Despite his pleading eyes and trembling lips, I made up my mind to teach him a lesson he wouldn't soon forget.

As the sound of erotic music filled the room, I prepared myself to shoot the submissive man with a soft ball gun. I watched as he lost himself in the music, his heart racing with excitement and trepidation. And then, with a swift and calculated aim, I pulled the trigger.

The soft ball hit its target, sending a jolt of surprise and pleasure through the submissive man's body. He gasped as he realized what had happened, feeling a rush of adrenaline and ecstasy like never before.

From that day on, I am sure the submissive Danish man learned to never underestimate my power and authority. And as for me, I found myself captivated by the thrill of pushing boundaries and exploring new frontiers of pleasure and pain.

I Sploshed An Austrian Expat In Shanghai

 Sploshing(also know as WAM – wet and messy play) is a form of culinary fetishism that involves covering oneself or others in various food substances for erotic pleasure.When engaging in sploshing or any other form of food play, it’s essential to consider the safety and health implications of the foods used. Avoid using foods that can cause allergies.

The Austrian slave, a timid and submissive individual, was immediately drawn to the my commanding presence and agreed to devote himself entirely to the my orders.

On a warm summer evening, I decided it was time to introduce his slave to the world of sploshing. I had asked him to prepare a lavish feast of exotic fruits, decadent chocolates, and velvety creams, all laid out on a table in the center of his opulent hotel room. He dressed in nothing, knelt obediently by my side, his heart racing with anticipation.

With a wicked gleam in my eye, I dipped my fingers into a bowl of ripe strawberries and began to trace delicate patterns across his bare chest. The sensation of the cool fruit against his skin sent shivers of pleasure down the his spine, and he moaned softly as I continued to drizzle honey and whipped cream over his quivering form.

Suit Fetish Session With European Expat In Shanghai

I am Dominatrix Alessandra.

I like wearing suits so designing a suit fetish session is right up my alley.

I am 168cm with 49kg so you can imagine my slender figure in a business suit.

I designed below scenario where I play the female boss of a French man in Shanghai.

I took off my shades and ordered him to give me a shoulder massage but he did a lousy job so I said，"You kneel." I then gagged him with his tie. I quickly pull out my brown leather belt to whip his butt right after I made him kneel with my long boots.

The rest is for you to create with your vivid imagination.

Shanghai SM Domination/Mistress/Dominatrix/Queen/Goddess for sissy/slaves/dogs/butlers/CDs/submissives Foot Dominatrix

mistress at doctor dot com
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I am pro dominatrix since 2008.
I offer all types of SM session: golden shower, pegging, pee into anus humiliation, especially creative in designing different kinky scenario plays.
book a session 1-2days in advance and session fee is required


Below is an example of the scenarios i have played with some of my slaves
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I bring a pair of black pantyhose to your room and help you to dress it under your pants

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You invite me to dinner in a gloomy restaurant.
I pour my golden "champagne" into your champagne flute after you finish the glass of champagne you ordered. You have to say "Tasty" after you drink my golden "champagne".

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I hold your champagne flute to feed you my golden "champagne"on the terrace
It will be our secret only

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