Meetup With Saudi Expat in Suzhou | Pain Training For Arab Submissive in Rickshaw Tour

 An Saudi expat contacted me for a semi-public pain training in Suzhou. 

“Are you ready to explore your limits?” I asked in his hotel room.

With a nod, he surrendered to my control. The evening promised to be unforgettable as I revealed my intentions. From my well-prepared bag, I retrieved a spool of transparent fishing line—a delicate yet strong tether that promised both pleasure and pain. His eyes widened in anticipation as I unraveled it.

I started with meticulous precision, tying his balls with an intricate knot that was both beautiful and secure. His breath hitched as the line tightened, a mix of discomfort and exhilaration washing over him. With a gentle tug, I led the line out through the zipper of his pants, creating an invisible connection between his desires and my ideas.

“Remember,” I cautioned, “scream if it gets too much. But hold on—it's going to be quite a ride.”

With that, I secured the line to my wrist and gestured towards the door. We would take a rickshaw to explore Suzhou—a city renowned for its serene canals and traditional gardens. The thought of him being pulled through the streets tempted me—an embodiment of submission amidst the bustling life around us.

As we stepped out onto the vibrant streets, the rickshaw driver's gaze flickered with curiosity but quickly turned respectful. Sliding into the vehicle, I positioned him behind me. The moment we started moving, I gently tugged on the line, eliciting an involuntary gasp from him. Laughter bubbled inside me; this was going to be amusing.

The streets of Suzhou unfurled before us like a tapestry—ancient bridges arching over tranquil waters, willow trees swaying softly in the evening breeze, and lanterns illuminating our path. With each bump in the road, his helplessness grew apparent; he fought to suppress any sound that dared to escape his lips. The subtle blush on his cheeks betrayed his struggle.

“Keep it together,” I teased playfully as our rickshaw moved past excited tourists and curious pedestrians. Each glance their way was an added thrill; they had no inkling of the exquisite game we played just inches away from their oblivion.

As we approached a charming riverside restaurant, our driver came to a halt. I glanced over my shoulder at him. “Ready for the next stage?” I asked, mischief dancing in my eyes.

With another gentle pull on the fishing line, he cringed slightly but nodded in agreement. We stepped out of the rickshaw into moonlit serenity. The ambiance was perfect—a blend of intimacy and risk. Here beneath a canopy of stars, we would conduct our game.

I chose a secluded corner beside the water—a place where shadows danced across our forms, amplifying both our thrill and secrecy. “Now let's elevate this,” I said, readying our surroundings with restraint and excitement.

Instructing him to kneel before me, I adjusted his posture while maintaining firm control on the fishing line. The cool night air mixed with palpable tension twisting around us.

“Now let’s see how quiet you can be,” I said softly. With masterful kicking, I began to test his pain tolerance. For hours we remained there—testing boundaries, laughing at risks taken under the watchful gaze of fate itself as joyous life continued all around us. In those fleeting moments held captive by desire in this magical city, we explored not just the streets of Suzhou but uncharted territories within our very souls.

As we prepared to part ways, his expression held gratitude woven tightly with newfound understanding.

A Spanish Businessman's Public Humiliation Fantasy Realized In Shanghai

 A few days ago, a very bold Spanish businessman in Shanghai sought my BDSM services, craving the sweet release of public humiliation.

I went to his room and was impressed by his shiny and dense black hair. I began to meticulously apply a bunch of tattoo stickers to the businessman's face, creating a striking and unforgettable look that would ensure his anonymity during our public encounter.

As the final sticker was placed, the businessman gazed into the mirror, a mix of anticipation and excitement in his eyes. We quickly ventured out of his hotel room.

As the session unfolded at the gloomy restaurant, I unveiled my carefully crafted scenario for him. I poured his face a full glass of water, followed by another glass. I smile at him,“You ordered the wrong food for me and now you should be grateful to me that I did not kick you for your mistake." He knelt and said "sorry and thank you". I derived pleasure at the sight of him in his discomfort.

As he attempted to reach for the wrong food in my plate, a flicker of possessiveness washed over me. How dare he think he could invade my space, my territory? I raised my hand and delivered two resounding slaps across his cheek, the sound penetrating the room like a crack of thunder. I said to him, "I never share my food."

I dragged him out after we settled the dinner bill. I made him to polish my shoes in a walking street. He is such a nice humble servant and I enjoyed his shoe polishing service.

I have designed some intense sessions related to most taboo desires for some bold male submissives. If you are seeking bold bdsm experience, do not hesistate to contact me.

My Battle with Forbidden Desire As a Full-time Dominatrix in China

 I am dominatrix Alessandra in Shanghai. I often maintain a clear separation between my professional role and personal emotions. However, a recent encounter with a toilet slave has triggered a complex duality within me. Part of me feels an unexpected attraction to him — an undeniable pull that challenges my usual boundaries. At the same time, another part of me feels an intense aversion, almost a fierce dislike for him, driven by the very nature of his role. This conflict creates a deep sense of inner turmoil.

During our session, I found myself enjoying the act of beating him, channeling this fierce passion into my dominance. Yet beneath the surface, what torments me is the growing attraction I cannot control. I cannot choose whom I am drawn to, and this lack of control is unsettling. The more I try to resist, the stronger this internal conflict becomes, leaving me feeling both captivated and repelled at the same time.

In a way, I can relate to the character of Amon Goeth in Schindler's List, who is inexplicably attracted to Helen Hirsch, a Jewish maid, despite his position of power and the immense tension between them. Like Goeth, I find myself struggling with conflicting emotions that are difficult to reconcile — one part of me drawn toward something forbidden, and another part repulsed by it. It’s a difficult paradox to navigate, where attraction and revulsion coexist in a way that leaves me feeling torn and conflicted.

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.

Elite Fantasies Unleashed: A German Musician’s Wild Encounter with a Dominant Mistress In Shanghai

I am a femdomme sought after by elites and high-profile submissive individuals from all corners of the world.

One week ago, a German musician, known for his wild and rebellious nature, approached me for a ball-busting and chastity session unlike any other, and I was more than willing to deliver.

As the musician guided me to his artistic hotel room, I ordered him to kowtow before her, a sign of submission to my superior authority. With a sly grin, I seized hold of the musician's tiny member, tightening my grip to simulate a chastity device, reminding him of his place beneath my heel.

Without a moment's hesitation, I delivered swift and punishing kicks to the musician's sensitive groin with her bare feet, relishing in the sight of his writhing and moaning form. After several rounds of relentless ball-kicking, I instructed him to sit before me on the floor, a mere plaything at my disposal.

I quickly slipped on a pair of towering 12cm high heels, a symbol of my power and dominance. Slowly and deliberately, I pressed down on the musician's exposed testicles, feeling the delicate skin yield beneath my weight. The sensation of power coursing through my veins was exhilarating, as the musician gasped beneath my unyielding presence.

We often find ourselves ensnared by the monotony and repetition of daily life, feeling as if we're merely going through the motions. In this cycle, it's easy to lose sight of our deeper desires and passions. Realizing your fantasies isn't just an escape—it's a way to infuse your life with purpose and excitement. By embracing what truly excites you, and seeking out a dominant lady to bring your fantasies to life, you can discover a renewed sense of meaning and fulfillment. In these moments of surrender, you may find not just pleasure, but a profound connection to your true self, breaking free from the chains of the ordinary.

This Letter To My Future Slave Husband

Where our paths will cross, I cannot yet say, but I am certain that when they do, it will be on a beautiful spring day, somewhere in China. The air will be filled with the scent of blossoms, and the warmth of the sun will mirror the warmth in our hearts as we finally meet.

I must admit, I do not know what you look like, but in my mind’s eye, you are nothing short of remarkable. It is your shy and submissive demeanor that first captivates me, drawing me in like a magnet to steel. There’s a quiet allure in the way you carry yourself, a softness that contrasts beautifully with the intensity of my own desires. And then there is your smile—oh, that killer smile, both disarming and enchanting. It speaks volumes without uttering a single word, a smile that holds the power to melt my heart and yet, in its subtlety, to submit to my will. Your appearance is secondary to the connection we will share. It is the bond that will unite us, a bond so profound that words can barely scratch the surface of its depth. As we embark on this journey together, I want you to know that I have expectations—expectations that I am confident you will fulfill with grace, humility, and unwavering dedication. 

My dear husband, I am a woman who thrives on control and dominance. I am a woman who finds joy in the power that comes from guiding your every move, from commanding your obedience with just a single word. I seek a man who can embrace this side of me, a man who can withstand the intense mix of pain and pleasure that comes from submitting to my will. 

When we finally come together, understand this: you will be tested in ways you never imagined possible. I will push you to your limits, both physically and emotionally, as I explore the depths of your submission. Yet, in return, you will be rewarded with a love and intimacy unlike anything you have ever known. You will discover a strength within yourself that you never knew existed—a strength born from surrender, from giving yourself completely to me.

As I conclude this letter, my heart swells with hope and anticipation. I know that when the stars align and the right moment arrives, we will find each other. Together, we will embark on a journey that is as beautiful as it is challenging, a journey that will transform us both in ways we cannot yet comprehend. I am sure we will have the most successful Dom/sub relationship!

With all my love,

Your Future Dominant Wife

The Biggest Regret In My BDSM Session

 One of my biggest regrets during certain BDSM sessions is that I forgot to embrace a few of the submissives and slaves I found particularly attractive. In the heat of the moment, I was often so focused on maintaining control, asserting my dominance, and guiding the experience that I missed the chance to share a more intimate gesture—a simple hug.

Looking back, I realize that in those moments, an embrace could have added another layer of connection between us. While the primary focus of our interaction is on power dynamics and fulfilling their fantasies, there's also an undeniable human element that could have been acknowledged with a tender touch. A hug, given at the right time, wouldn't diminish my authority but could enhance the depth of our bond, creating a fleeting moment of warmth amid the intensity.

These moments slipped away because I was so engrossed in the role of dominatrix, where control is paramount. Yet, a part of me knows that offering a brief moment of closeness could have left an even more lasting impact, deepening both the emotional and physical connection we shared.

I Made The Western Doctor Strip In A Chastity Tease & Denial Session In Shanghai

 Several days ago, a Western doctor contacted me for a chastity tease and denial session in Shanghai.

I agreed and soon found myself standing outside his apartment in Shanghai after he confirmed his booking. The air was thick with anticipation as I knocked on the door, ready to embark on this unique experience.

The door swung open, revealing the doctor standing before me. His eyes held a mix of nerves and excitement as he welcomed me inside. I commanded him to strip for me, eager to begin the session. Without hesitation, he began to unbutton his polo shirt, each button parting ways to reveal his toned chest underneath.

As his shirt fell to the floor, he moved on to his jeans, his hands trembling slightly as he undid the zipper. Slowly, he pushed them down his legs, exposing more and more of his body to my watch. I felt a rush of power as I watched him bare himself before me, his vulnerability a stark contrast to his professional persona. With a final tug, his jeans joined his shirt on the floor, leaving him standing before me in nothing. 

I locked the doctor up in a chastity device, ensuring that he would be unable to act upon his desires without my permission.

But my cruelty did not stop there. I took delight in seeing the doctor squirm with frustration and desire. To further assert my dominance, I commanded the doctor to massage my legs, knowing full well the effect it would have on him.

As the doctor's hands moved over my smooth skin, I could sense his desperation, his longing for release, and it thrilled me to no end. With each touch, I could feel the doctor's arousal growing stronger. His every desperate plea for release was met with my cold refusal, intensifying his arousal and deepening his submission.

How I Mastered an American Lawyer in Shanghai's Sensual Shadows

I am dominatrix Alessandra in Shanghai. I designed a romantic dance and groping scenario for an American lawyer.

I put on nice music called animal instinct and then I invited him for a dance in his hotel room. I closed the distance between us, my bare feet sliding effortlessly over the cold floor. I placed my feet on his, our bodies swaying in time to the seductive rhythm. With a gentle touch, I guided his hand to my waist and put a hand on his shoulder.

I hugged him from behind and whispered in his ears, asking him to kiss my face. I covered his face with my hand to prevent him from turning around and said, "I am the boss!" I threw him onto the bed, and then we lay on our left side. I locked his neck with my left hand and started to unbutton his shirt with my other hand. I liked to play with his nipples as he heard my penetrating laughter.

My seductive touch and commanding presence left him breathless and eager for more. The tension between us was palpable as he surrendered himself to my every whim. I relished in the power I held over him, knowing that he was completely under my control.

As I continued to explore his body, our passion reached new heights. The room was filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the occasional moan of pleasure. Every touch, was a testament to the chemistry between us.

I reveled in the role of dominatrix, knowing that I held the key to his pleasure and his pain. With each movement, each command, I pushed him to his limits, testing his boundaries and pushing him to new heights of ecstasy.

In the end, as we lay in each other's arms, I couldn't help but smile. The power I wielded over him was intoxicating, and I knew that he would continue to crave my dominance for as long as I desired.

I am femdomme Alessandra, and in the world of pleasure and pain, there is no one who can match my skills and my allure.

Consensual non-consent Scenario With Canadian Model In Shanghai

 I did not expect anyone to inspire me to create a consensual non-consent scenario but the time has come.

The Canadian male model stood nervously as I approached him with a seductive glint in my eyes.

As I drew closer, the model could feel the electricity in the air, the tension building with each step I took. His heart raced as he awaited my next move, unsure of what was to come but unable to tear his gaze away from me.

I gave him the lascivious look as I reached out and grabbed the collar of his shirt, tearing it open with a powerful force. The fabric ripped easily under my touch, exposing his strong chest to my eyes. I could see the look of pure desire in his eyes as he surrendered himself completely to me. I trailed my fingernails across his exposed skin. I zeroed in on his nipples, pinching and twisting them with a firm hand, eliciting a moan of pleasure and pain from the submissive.

As I played his nipples, I relished the control I held over my submissive. The power dynamics between us crackled with intensity as if we danced on the razor's edge between agony and ecstasy.

With each tug and twist of his nipples, the submissive surrendered himself fully to my will. As the night unfolded, the consensual non-consent scenario playing out in a symphony of pleasure and pain.

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 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!

I Designed A Game Adventure For The Swiss Male Dom At Shanghai Peace Hotel

Some weeks ago, a Swiss male dominant from a BDSM website reached out to me for a meeting at Shanghai Peace Hotel. Despite knowing that I was not into co-domination or being a switch, he proposed that our encounter be a sharing of experiences in the world of BDSM. Intrigued by his offer, I accepted his invitation, eager to engage in a deep and meaningful discussion.

Although he knew what I looked like and sounded like, all I had of him were naked body pictures. However, this did not deter me, as I suggested to him that we play a thrilling game once we met. I told him that he can stand anywhere within a 10-meter radius outside the Peace Hotel or at the hotel lobby, without providing me with any hints or clues as to his whereabouts.

Confident in my ability to spot him, I waited with bated breath for our encounter. As the agreed-upon day arrived, I stepped out of the hotel with anticipation, scanning the area outside the hotel first. I saw lots of foreign tourists and I excluded them one by one. Then I went to hotel lobby to scan. And there he was, walking calmly to reception desk. 

Without hesitation, I approached him and greeted him, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of finally meeting the man behind the pictures. As we exchanged pleasantries and delved into discussions about our shared interests in BDSM, I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer thrill of our spontaneous meeting.

Our encounter at the Peace Hotel was not just a mere rendezvous between two individuals with a common interest; it was a testament to the power of connection and understanding in the world of alternative lifestyles. As we parted ways that evening, both enriched by our engagement, I knew that our paths would cross again in the future, bound by the unspoken bond forged through our shared experiences in BDSM. 

BDSM Poetry | Romantic BDSM Poem To My Slaves

I am a hopelessly romantic dominatrix and my favorite european slave has inspired me to create the poem below:

In the valley of China,

Where the air will be sweet with myrrh,

I will reign over the silence,

And only the flight of the ibis will darken the sky.

There will be no Easterns nor Westerns,

Only the pulse of my will,

And your surrender, as kneel before me.

Bound by more than leather and chain,

You are tethered to my spirit,

Your flesh marked with my desires,

Your hearts beat to my command.

My heart can never feel more obedience than it senses in you.