2025 Custom Chastity Belt Challenger H: 3D Printed in Lavender, Pink, Red, White and Yellow

These vibrant, sophisticatedly designed chastity belts combine cutting-edge 3D printing technology with aesthetic sensuality. Available in stunning pastel shades such as red, lavender, blush pink, bright white, and bold yellow, they feature ornate heart-shaped cutouts that add an elegant, feminine touch to the otherwise firm and controlling design. The soft curves and adjustable straps provide a secure yet comfortable fit, blending the allure of innocence with the thrill of restraint. Additionally, each belt can be custom-engraved, offering a personalized touch to enhance its uniqueness. Perfect for those seeking a colorful, stylish, and individualized twist on traditional chastity play.

Model Number: Challenger H

Material: Resin Or Nylon (nylon is only available in white and black colors|

Nylon is more sturdy and firm then resin.

Production time: 7 days to print

Custom letter engraving is optional

Features: Before you put it on and lock, you can fix different holes to adjust waist band in case of body shape change.

Belly Button Fetish | Belly Button Worship Experience in Shanghai

 BDSM is a world where creativity, trust, and intimacy combine to create transformative experiences, and sometimes, the most unconventional fetishes bring out the deepest desires. As Mistress Alessandra, a dominatrix in Shanghai, I’ve had the pleasure of guiding my submissives through a wide variety of kinks, but one recent session stood out for its unique focus on an often-overlooked part of the body — the belly button.

Yes, you read that right — the belly button worship fetish. What might seem like an unusual request to some is, in fact, an incredibly powerful and intimate form of submission and sensuality. Let me take you through a recent belly button worship session I had with a submissive in Shanghai, showing how this fetish can transform vulnerability and power dynamics into something extraordinary.

What is Belly Button Worship?

Belly button worship, or koronari as some call it, is a kink that involves eroticizing the belly button area — an intimate and often neglected part of the body. The fetish can include licking, kissing, gentle touching, or even more intense play such as sucking, depending on the preferences of the submissive and dominant. The belly button can symbolize vulnerability, intimacy, and personal space. In a BDSM context, focusing on this area can heighten power dynamics, submission, and control.

For many, the belly button represents more than just a physical feature — it is a deeply personal part of the body tied to life itself. Being the place where the umbilical cord connects us to our mother, it carries a profound sense of connection and vulnerability. This makes it a perfect focal point for exploring themes of power, surrender, and dominance in BDSM.

A Look into the Session: My Belly Button Worship Experience in Shanghai

In a recent session with an American submissive here in Shanghai, we explored belly button worship, transforming what might have seemed like a simple act into an incredibly intimate and psychologically charged experience.

The submissive had a deep fascination with my belly button and expressed a strong desire to worship it, seeking to feel the power dynamics shift as he focused on such a vulnerable part of my body. After establishing clear consent and communication, I led him through the experience.

We began the session slowly. I instructed him to kneel before me, eyes downcast, to show his respect and readiness for submission. As he gazed at my belly button, I could see his anticipation growing. This wasn’t just about the physical touch — it was about the mental and emotional surrender that he was about to give me.

I wore a short tank top for the occasion, which accentuated my posture and made my belly button the focal point of the scene. I allowed him to approach, slowly bringing his hands to my body as I commanded him to kiss, lick, and gently suck around my belly button. The feeling of power was intense — here, in this moment, he was completely at my mercy, focusing on this small but profoundly intimate area.

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.

Whispered Control: My First 2025 BDSM Session Blends Bondage and ASMR for an English Slave

 As a dominatrix, one of my greatest joys is structuring bespoke BDSM scenes that features the unique fantasies and fetishes of my submissives. Recently, I had the opportunity to design a session for an English slave whose desires revolved around ASMR and bondage — a pairing as delicate as it is intense.

The Art of Preparation

Creating the perfect session begins with understanding my submissive's psyche. This particular slave found immense pleasure in the soothing, tingling sensations evoked by ASMR. Paired with his love for bondage, it was clear that this session would be a balance between tension and relaxation, control and surrender.

I meticulously selected my tools: soft ropes for bondage, a blindfold to heighten his sensory awareness, and a collection of ASMR-inducing items such as brushes, whisper scripts, and sound bowls. The goal was to guide him into a deep state of vulnerability, where each whisper and touch could resonate through his body like a symphony.

Setting the Scene

The room was gloomy, with flickering candles casting shadows on the walls. A plush chair awaited him, where he would be bound. Soft ambient music played in the background, blending seamlessly with the sound of my heels clicking on the hardwood floor. The environment was designed to soothe his nerves while amplifying his anticipation.

I greeted him with a calm, commanding presence. He knelt before me as I explained the rules of the session in a low, deliberate tone, ensuring he understood that his body and mind were now under my control.

The Session

Once he was securely tied, the blindfold slipped over his eyes. Stripped of sight, his focus shifted entirely to sound and touch. I began with gentle whispers, allowing my voice to weave through the silence like silk.

“Breathe in slowly, my slave,” I murmured, my lips brushing against his ear. The subtle intimacy of my voice immediately makes his body shiver.

Next, I introduced the ASMR elements. A soft makeup brush glided across his neck and chest, each stroke deliberate and teasing. The sound of bristles grazing his skin was amplified in the stillness, leaving him trembling in his bonds.

I used various ASMR triggers — a crinkling leather glove, the rhythmic tapping of my nails on his collarbone, and the gentle chime of a sound bowl. Each sound and sensation built upon the last, creating a crescendo of tension and release.

The Climax

As the session progressed, I alternated between ASMR whispers and moments of silent anticipation. The bondage heightened his vulnerability, amplifying the intensity of every sound and touch. His breathing grew ragged, a testament to the depth of his immersion.

Finally, I leaned in close, my breath warm against his ear. “You've been such a good boy,” I whispered, my voice carrying both praise and authority. The words were his release — a reward for surrendering completely to the experience I had crafted.

From Massage to Control: Lassoing a German Expat in Shanghai

I am Mistress Alessandra, a professional dominatrix in Shanghai, known for crafting tailored and creative BDSM experiences. When a German expat approached me with a request for a breath control session, I knew this was an opportunity to design something uniquely thrilling yet meticulously safe. Here's how I structured the BDSM scene to blend sensuality, control, and the rush of submission.

I arrived at his hotel, my presence commanding yet subtly elegant, setting the tone for the session. The room was dimly lit, its intimate ambiance amplifying the anticipation in the air. Without delay, I instructed him to undress and prepare himself, his every movement dictated by my calm yet assertive commands.

Once ready, I lay back on the bed, my gaze locking onto his as I ordered him to massage me. His hands trembled slightly as he began, his nervous energy betraying his excitement. Each touch was guided by my corrections, ensuring he poured all his focus into pleasing me.

As he worked, I reached into my bag and retrieved a special lasso tool — something I had designed specifically for this session. Its craftsmanship combined both aesthetic allure and functional precision. I sat up, motioning for him to kneel before me. Quickly and deliberately, I looped the lasso around his neck, pulling it snug but ensuring it remained safe.

The psychological shift was immediate. With the lasso in place, he was acutely aware of his vulnerability, and I could feel his surrender deepen. I explained the rules: he was to remain calm, trust in my control, and focus on every sensation. Each pull and release of the lasso was calculated, balancing the intoxicating rush of breath play with the firm boundaries of trust and safety that I always uphold.

This session was not just about breath control — it was about power, trust, and the unspoken bond that forms during such intimate and intense exchanges. The German expat left the experience not only satisfied but transformed, eagerly requesting future sessions to explore his limits further.

Do you dare to step into my world and surrender to the ultimate experience of control and submission? Contact me to design your personalized scenario.

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.

Chinese Mistress Guide: My BDSM Sessions Are Full Of Surprises

I have been a professional dominatrix for over 16 years, during which I've experienced countless surprises during my BDSM outcalls with slaves and submissives.

Sunny Summer Afternoon: An American Slave's Fear

It was a sunny summer afternoon in Shanghai when a middle-aged American slave arranged for his driver to pick me up and take me to his house. Upon arrival, we shared a pleasant dinner. Everything seemed ordinary until I gave him a simple order: fetch me some room-temperature water from the dispenser. Dutifully, he retrieved an IKEA glass from the cupboard and placed it under the cold water tap. To our astonishment, the bottom of the glass abruptly fell off as the water flowed in.

The slave interpreted this as an ominous sign, a prelude to something bad. His imagination spiraled into fear, culminating in a bizarre concern — that I might kill him after tying him up. It didn't help that he lived in a secluded house with empty properties surrounding it, amplifying his worry. His apprehension threatened to derail our carefully planned session.

Calmly and patiently, I reassured him. I acknowledged his fear without dismissing it, explaining that I was a professional whose primary goal was his safety and fulfillment. Bit by bit, his tension eased, and he agreed to proceed with the bondage session. By the end, his earlier anxiety was a distant memory. The session turned out to be so rewarding for him that he contacted me for additional outcalls in the weeks that followed.

Brisk Evening: A French Slave's Unexpected Guest

On a brisk evening in Shanghai, I arrived at the apartment of a middle-aged French slave who had booked a one-on-one pegging session. Upon entering, I discovered an unexpected complication: a Vietnamese girl lounging on the couch, engrossed in her phone. The slave sheepishly explained that she was someone he'd brought home from a bar the previous night. Her casual demeanor made it evident she wasn't planning to leave anytime soon.

As the girl scrolled through her phone, an unsettling thought struck me. What if she was taking pictures or videos? The risk to the slave’s privacy and reputation was enormous. Pulling him aside discreetly, I voiced my concerns. Allowing her to stay during the session was an unacceptable risk.

Initially hesitant, the French slave wrestled with his conflicted emotions. He didn't want to upset her, but he also understood the gravity of the situation. After some persuasion, he mustered the courage to politely ask her to leave. Though reluctant, she eventually complied, leaving us to carry on without the looming threat of unwanted exposure.

The session proceeded seamlessly, free from distractions and potential risks. In the aftermath, the slave expressed gratitude for my vigilance and firmness. It was a stark reminder of the unpredictable nature of this work and the importance of establishing and maintaining boundaries. Together, we learned to value caution and foresight in safeguarding the sanctity of our shared experience.