An Old Canadian Expat Chose A Fat Dominatrix Over Me In Shanghai

 A 60-year old slave whom I found attractive chose a super fat dominatrix over me. While I initially felt a bit unfortunate about it, I’ve come to realize that everyone has their own preferences and tastes, and I simply wasn't his type. 

He seemed to prefer the scent of expensive perfume over my natural scent and had a particular fondness for dominatrices who wear elegant shoes. In his eyes, he found that this super fat domme had a more attractive face than mine. While it stung a bit, I see it as a potential blessing in disguise. I’m far more popular among younger slaves, which speaks to my appeal and unique connection with them. 

Instead of dwelling on his choice, I simply have to move forward, accept the reality, and focus on those who truly appreciate my style of domination.

BDSM Questions Asked By Slaves And Answered by Dominatrix Alessandra

Question 1 asked by an American slave: What is the biggest tip you have ever received as a professional dominatrix?

As a professional dominatrix, tipping is never required, but there have been times when some of the slaves I dominated have spontaneously offered me generous tips as a gesture of gratitude. The largest tip I ever received came from a long-term slave I had been dominating for years. He was particularly impressed by the intricate and personalized BDSM scenarios I crafted for him, which consistently pushed the boundaries of his fantasies and desires. As a token of his appreciation, he gifted me an astounding $5,000. It was a reflection not only of his satisfaction with the experiences I created but also the deep trust and connection we built over years.

Question 2 asked by an Italian slave: What is the maximum number of slaves you have met in a single day?

As a full-time dominatrix, the busiest day I've ever had involved meeting a total of 6 slaves, both virtually and in person. Starting from 6 am in the morning, I conducted separate Skype video sessions with two slaves, each eager to experience my dominance for small penish humiliation and chastity locking remotely. Afterward, I traveled to Suzhou for a two-hour session with an Australian slave at noon, indulging his unique fantasies. From there, I headed to Shanghai, where I met with a Welsh slave, followed by an American, and finally a Jewish slave, each for a two-hour, in-person session. My final meeting concluded around midnight, marking the end of a long but rewarding day filled with diverse and intense sessions. However, 6 slaves isn't my limit. With careful planning and time management, I believe I could meet up to 8 slaves in a single day, while still delivering the quality and attention each one deserves.

Occasionally I could only handle one slave a day because that slave booked 8-hour extreme long session.

Question 3 asked by a British slave: What is the longest BDSM session you have had？

 The longest BDSM session I’ve ever had was with a French slave, lasting an intense 8 hours. It is toilet, intense pain, vomit, pegging, waxing related. As a full-time dominatrix, I’ve conducted many extended sessions, but this one stood out for its duration and intensity. The slave had requested an extreme, immersive experience that pushed his physical and mental limits. Over the course of those hours, we explored a variety of kinks and fetishes both indoors and outdoors, carefully building up the intensity to ensure that each moment was both challenging and fulfilling for him. It was a carefully orchestrated journey designed to push his boundaries while maintaining a deep sense of control and connection.

Why I Chose To Be A Dominatrix instead Of An Actress In China

After much reflection, I made the bold decision to pursue a career as an independent BDSM Trainer/Dominatrix rather than entering the world of acting. The primary factor influencing my choice is the sense of freedom and control that comes with being a dominatrix. In this role, I am able to dictate my actions and express myself without being restricted by external factors.

As a dominatrix, I have the autonomy to conduct myself in any way I see fit without hindrance. I am not confined by scripts or directed by others; instead, I am the one in charge of my own performance. This sense of independence allows me to explore my creativity and push boundaries without limitations.

On the other hand, the world of acting can be constraining, particularly when it comes to intimate or sexual scenes. For actors, especially those who are not part of the coveted A-list elite, the lack of agency in such situations can be disheartening. Many actors find themselves in uncomfortable positions, forced to explore intimate scenes with male counterparts who may be disagreeable or unsavory.

It is only those privileged few at the top of the industry, the A-list actresses, who have the luxury of utilizing body doubles to navigate potentially distressing encounters. For actors lower down the ladder, they are often left with little choice but to comply with uncomfortable scenarios for fear of jeopardizing their careers.

In my role as a dominatrix, I am in complete control of every aspect of my interactions. I can set boundaries and establish parameters that align with my comfort level and personal preferences. This level of agency is empowering and liberating, allowing me to fully embrace my identity without compromise.

Ultimately, my decision to pursue a career as an independent dominatrix over acting boils down to a desire for autonomy and creative freedom. By choosing this path, I am able to express myself authentically and without inhibition, making it a truly fulfilling and empowering choice for me.

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 Helped American Living In Shanghai Enjoy A Thrilling Life

A while ago, I received an intriguing email from an American expat, who sought a stiletto fetish session. His request was perfectly in line with the experiences I love to curate, so I was excited to design a session that would leave a lasting impression on him.

For the occasion, I selected a stunning pair of 10cm high heels, adorned with sparkling diamond bow ties—a perfect blend of elegance and dominance. The moment he entered the room, I slipped into my heels and wasted no time transforming him into my obedient pet. With a leash clipped to his collar, I walked him around the hotel room, my heels echoing with each commanding step as I paraded him like a dog.

His eyes were glued to the delicate curve of my stilettos, knowing full well what was coming next. Kneeling before me, I made him worship my heels, forcing his tongue to glide over every inch until they gleamed. The taste of leather and power was intoxicating for him, but I wasn’t done yet. Without warning, I shoved the pointed heel into his mouth, deepthroating him in a way that both shocked and thrilled him.

The humiliation only escalated from there. I forced him to put on one of my high heels, its towering stiletto making him stumble awkwardly, while I pegged him mercilessly from behind. His gasps filled the room as he struggled to handle the relentless sensations, his body teetering in the absurdity of wearing my shoe while I took full control.

But the session wasn’t confined to the hotel room. Later, we went out to a nearby restaurant, where the fun continued in a far more public setting. While seated, my sharp heel found its way to his crotch, sliding up and down, teasing him as he tried to maintain his composure in front of the unsuspecting patrons. The subtle dominance in such a casual environment sent waves of thrill through him, knowing that even in a mundane setting, I still held complete power.

To commemorate our unforgettable session, I sold him the very heels I wore that day, immortalizing the experience. Those stilettos—now his prized possession—will forever be a reminder of the intense, thrilling, and utterly unique day we shared.

Flyboarding Experience In Shanghai For German Sissy

 I found myself in a unique predicament with my long-term German sissy, whom I had been training and guiding through the world of feminization. After several successful outings to ordinary venues in Shanghai, I sought to push the boundaries and test my sissy’s limits even further and make the outing more creative.

It was on a sunny afternoon when I made the bold decision to take my sissy to Shanghai pudong for a thrilling adventure in the form of flyboarding and he accepted it. This exhilarating water sport was sure to provide the ultimate challenge for my sissy, both physically and mentally. As we arrived at the flyboarding center, I couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of watching my sissy take on this new and exhilarating experience.

As we approached the staff who would be assisting us, I noted that they were all typically males, adding another layer of complexity to the situation. Determined to maintain my sissy’s feminine presentation, I took charge and helped him dress in a way that would pass as a normal lady to the untrained eye earlier. With delicate makeup, a flowing wig, and a tastefully chosen outfit, my sissy looked every bit the part of a confident and beautiful woman.

As they were being fitted with their gear and preparing to take to the air, I couldn’t help but wonder if the staff would notice my sissy’s differences. Would they see through the carefully crafted illusion and realize that beneath the facade lay a man in women’s clothing? The anticipation and tension in the air were palpable as the moment of truth approached.

As they stepped onto the flyboard and rose into the air, I watched with bated breath as the staff members interacted with my sissy. To my surprise and relief, they seemed completely oblivious to the sissy’s true identity. Their focus was solely on providing a safe and enjoyable experience, regardless of who their customers were or how they presented themselves.

As they soared through the air, I felt a sense of pride and satisfaction wash over myself. Not only had my sissy risen to the challenge of flyboarding, but we had also navigated this potentially revealing situation with grace and poise.

And so, as they touched down on solid ground once more, I knew that this outing had been a resounding success.

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These vibrant, intricately designed chastity belts are the perfect fusion of modern technology and aesthetic sensuality, crafted with precision through 3D printing. Available in playful pastel shades of lavender, blush pink, bright white, and bold yellow, each belt features ornate heart cutouts that add a delicate and feminine touch to the otherwise strict purpose of the piece. The soft curves and straps ensure a secure and comfortable fit, while the design teases a blend of innocence and control. These chastity belts are not only functional but also a bold statement in style, ideal for those seeking a unique and colorful twist to traditional chastity play.

Model Number: Challenger S

Material: Resin

Production time: 7 days to print

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

What Unexpected Events Can Occur at a BDSM Session?

 The unexpected event could be good or bad. The good unexpected event happened to me was slave gave me a gift. 

I will take the story below as an example of the bad unexpected event. It was a brisk evening in Shanghai when the French slave had booked a 1-on-1 BDSM Pegging session with me. I arrived at his apartment, ready to guide him through his journey of self-discovery and liberation. However, what I found inside was far from what I had expected.

To my surprise, there was a Vietnamese girl at his apartment, casually lounging on the couch and tapping away at her phone. The French slave introduced her as the girl he had brought home from a bar the previous night. It was clear that she had no intention of leaving anytime soon.

As we engaged in conversation, I couldn't help but notice the girl's constant use of her phone. A feeling of unease settled in my stomach as I realized the potential danger of her actions. I discreetly warned the French slave that she could be taking pictures or videos of our session, jeopardizing his privacy and well-being.

It was evident that allowing her to stay and watch was not a wise decision. I insisted that he escort her out immediately, before any harm could be done. The French slave hesitated, torn between his desires and the need to protect himself.

In the end, he heeded my warning and gently asked the girl to leave. As she reluctantly made her way to the door, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief knowing that we had averted a potentially disastrous situation.

And so, the French slave and I continued our session in peace, unburdened by the threat of prying eyes. It was a lesson learned in the importance of safeguarding one's privacy and boundaries in a world filled with unforeseen dangers. Through our shared experience, we emerged wiser and more vigilant, ready to face whatever challenges may lie ahead.