Pegging And Spanking a Super Discreet French Expat In Shanghai

 As a professional dominatrix in Shanghai, I was recently approached by a French expatriate for a highly specific two-hour session focused on pegging and spanking. His request was precise, sparking my curiosity about the enigmatic figure behind it.

On the day of our appointment, we met in the lobby of a discreet, upscale hotel. He wore a white face mask, revealing only his vivid blue eyes—striking, like sapphires or rare blue topaz, shimmering with an almost ethereal intensity. Those eyes hinted at a complex story, yet concealed the man behind them, adding an air of mystery to our encounter.

We moved to his private suite, where he prepared meticulously, performing four rounds of enema with a ritualistic precision that set the tone for our disciplined dynamic. The session unfolded in three escalating rounds of pegging, each guided by my confident, commanding presence. Between thrusts, I administered spankings, varying my tools to craft a symphony of sensations. First, a polished wooden paddle warmed his skin. Then, a leather whip delivered sharp, resonant strikes. Finally, my bare hands alternated between firm slaps and teasing caresses, the interplay of textures—wood, leather, skin—keeping him in a state of surrender and exhilaration.

His masked face and piercing blue eyes remained the focal point throughout. Even as his body submitted, his gaze held a quiet intensity, as if he were both fully present and lost in a distant world. Those eyes seemed to guard secrets—perhaps of a life unspoken or desires that transcended the physical.

As the session ended, he offered a polite nod and a soft thank you, his faint French accent carrying a reserved warmth. The mask never came off, leaving his identity a mystery. As I left the suite and stepped back into Shanghai's vibrant chaos, I couldn't help but wonder about the man behind those mesmerizing eyes. Was he a weary traveler, a high-powered executive, or simply someone seeking escape in a foreign city? I'll likely never know.

What remains is the memory of those eyes—radiant, untamed, like rare blue gems. They suggest a man far from ordinary, and though his face remains unseen, I'm certain his presence is as captivating as his gaze. This encounter, charged with intensity and veiled in mystery, will stay with me as one of the most unforgettable sessions of my career.

BDSM Training | A Dubai Businessman's Extraordinary Journey to Enforced Chastity In Shanghai

 A businessman from Dubai ordered a chastity game session with me.

On the day of our meeting, I stepped into his hotel room in Shanghai. I had a plan that transcended the ordinary. Once I had secured him within the chastity device, I grinned mischievously as I retrieved a large glass container from a hidden drawer. “Now for the second part of our session,” I teased, explaining my intention to freeze the key in a great block of my pee — an element of control that would amplify our game.

As I pee into the container, his eyes widened. The piss shimmered as it splashed against the glass, a surreal moment that fused both humiliation and exhilaration. When the container was filled, I precisely placed it in a freezer, locking it away as if sealing his fate.

Understanding your limits is vital,” I said, almost philosophically as I watched him squirm with anticipation — excited yet apprehensive about what lay ahead.

Minutes passed like hours until I finally returned, triumph apparent in my demeanor. I revealed the massive block of pee ice — inside it lay the key to his freedom. “Now, my pet,” I commanded playfully, “we must find a way to retrieve the key.

With precise movements and strategic positioning, I came up a breathtaking plan. A thick ball gag was placed over his mouth to elevate our chastity game further — a physical manifestation of his surrender to my control. With a little twist here and a clink there, I carefully positioned the icy mass above him, allowing it to drip slowly but consistently.

Each drop was a cold, humiliating reminder of his complete submission to my will. Yet, with each passing second, I could see the unexpected thrill building inside him. The humiliation stoked his arousal, merging into a complex mix of helplessness and euphoria. The slow, intimate dance of ice melting and power shifting wrapped us both in the primal intimacy of the moment.

I watched with satisfaction as he endured each drop, knowing that every passing second drew him deeper into my control — a perfect surrender to the game we’d both come to play.