From Fantasy to Reality: A British Pilot's Exploration Of Praise and Degradation Kinks in Shanghai

Several months ago, a British pilot in Shanghai reached out to me with a unique request — an emotional rollercoaster session carefully designed to take him through a stark contrast of emotions. He longed to experience the intoxicating warmth of affection, praise, and tenderness, only to be plunged into the depths of rejection, humiliation, and degradation. It was the duality of these extremes that fueled his desire, heightening both the psychological and emotional intensity of the experience.

To make his fantasy come true, I structured a scenario tailored precisely to his cravings and the power dynamics he sought. I arrived at his hotel room on time, composed, and in control. The moment he let me in, I wasted no time — I commanded him to strip. As his clothes fell to the floor, so did his defenses. With a soft smile, I welcomed him into my embrace, cradling him like something precious. I fed him his favorite fruit, my fingers brushing against his lips, tracing slow, deliberate patterns across his face. My touch was gentle, my voice soothing, wrapping him in a moment of warmth and comfort.

Then, without warning, I shoved him to the floor. “Down,” I ordered, my tone now cold and commanding. He obeyed instantly. I stepped forward, pressing my foot against his bare back. “You’ll stay there,” I murmured as I took my seat, using him as my personal footstool while I leisurely flipped through the pages of my favorite book. His body trembled slightly beneath me, not from fear, but from anticipation. After some time, I glanced down at him, my amusement growing. “Open your mouth,” I instructed. He complied without hesitation when he was kneeling. I looked at him with disgust and leaned forward slightly, my voice low but unwavering. “Swallow what I give you,” I continued, before spitting out the food I had just eaten into his waiting mouth. My pee then splashed all over his face. He was so grateful for the treatment I gave him.

The power shift was exciting. He had gotten exactly what he asked for — the whiplash between being cherished and being degraded, the sharp descent from warmth to humiliation. And he savored every moment of it.

Pilot In Command Surrendered To Dominatrix With Dual Personality In Shanghai

This scenario is designed for an aircraft captain in shanghai based on respecting his limits.

I am still the dominatrix but the subtle difference is I am a mistress with dual personality this time.

I stride into the room, my eyes flickering over him with a keen gaze. "Undress for me," I commanded. The man hesitated for a moment, his hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt before finally complying. Piece by piece, he sheds his clothing until he stands before me, exposed and vulnerable. He couldn't take off his eyes off me as I slowly made my way towards him, the click of my stiletto heels echoing through the room.

With a subtle difference in my demeanor, I hugged him tight and leaned in towards the captain as if I was about to bestow a warm kiss upon his face. But just as he closed his eyes in anticipation, he heard my whisper in his ears, "You are daydreaming, 24-carat asshole." The words cut through the air like a sharp blade, jolting him back to reality. I locked his neck and scratched my name across his firm chest. When my heels pinched his ball skin, I let him see my angry face.

I used my skilled feet to tease and taunt the pilot in command, tracing a path along his jawline and down to his lips. As he basked in the sensation of my touch, I abruptly seized his face with my hands, forcing his mouth open wide. "You do not deserve such pleasures, you bastard," I growled with an air of authority. Without hesitation, I unleashed a stream of my morning pee directly into his waiting mouth, watching mercilessly with amusement as he struggled to swallow every drop. I squeezed his balls with my fingers to make him accelerate the swallowing. My laughter penetrated the room as his face contorted in a mix of humiliation and arousal.

As the session came to an end, he lay at my feet, his body trembling with both fear and desire. Despite the intensity of our encounter, there was an undeniable spark between us that left us both craving more.