Femdom BDSM Stories: Special Semi-public Pegging Scenario For A Czech In Shanghai

A tall man from the Czech Republic reached out to me, seeking a special pegging session. As he confided that he was an exhibitionist, I carefully crafted a semi-public scenario tailored to his desires. I instructed him to book a hotel room with a balcony, where the setting would provide just the right amount of thrill. He did exactly that, and we met in the evening.

Once inside, I commanded him to strip completely and stand on the balcony, exposed to the night air after he had finished the enema. After applying a generous amount of lubricant to my strap-on, I positioned myself just inside the room, out of sight from the outside world, and began thrusting into him from behind. The intensity of the moment grew as the reality of the situation set in.

Mid-session, we both heard movement from the neighboring balcony. A Chinese man suddenly appeared on the neighboring balcony and caught sight of him standing there completely naked. The chinese guy startled. My submissive was very calm to give an apology to the neighbor. The Chinese man glanced around, confused, but couldn't see me because I remained just inside the room, continuing to peg him from behind, enjoying the control and the heightened sense of risk. 

Every moment was carefully orchestrated, blending pleasure and fear, pushing boundaries just enough to fulfill his craving for exhibitionism without crossing the line into full exposure.

Shanghai BDSM Dating: Why I chose to Date a Swiss Slave Over a Canadian

 I only found 2 out of 592 submissive men I met in shanghai sexually attractive. Apparently very few man turn me on sexually.

Recently a slave asked me why I chose not to date the canadian slave since only 2 men can turn me on!

I met these 2 submissive men for BDSM sessions, each at different stages of my life in Shanghai. They are the only 2 sub men I found undeniably sexually attractive out of 592 slaves, but I ended up developing a deeper connection with only one of them — the German-speaking Swiss. The other, a Canadian, was eventually removed from my WeChat contacts, and here’s why.

The Swiss man stood out as more than just a casual submissive. He embodied the qualities I seek in a potential submissive husband. He’s single, a few years older than me, and possesses an extraordinary pain threshold, which naturally appeals to my dominant side. Beyond the physical connection, he’s considerate, generous, and, importantly, emotionally available. The chemistry between us is undeniable, and the feelings are mutual. His life circumstances and temperament make him an ideal candidate for a long-term dynamic, possibly evolving into a D/s relationship with deep emotional and practical ties.

On the other hand, the Canadian, while also single, is about 20 years older than me. His life is consumed by an extremely demanding job, leaving little time or energy for personal relationships. He also carries the weight of many responsibilities, constantly tending to people in his life who require his care. As much as he may enjoy the occasional session, it’s clear that his circumstances leave little room for the type of intimate, dedicated D/s relationship I’m seeking. His divided attention and lack of availability made it obvious to me that he could never evolve into the submissive husband I desire. Hence, keeping him in my life became unnecessary.

In the end, it wasn’t just about attraction but about recognizing who could truly complement my life and my needs. The Swiss man shows real potential, while the Canadian simply doesn’t fit into the vision I have for a lasting, meaningful dynamic.

The Welsh Began His Unorthodox Journey In Shanghai With My Help

It was on this particular sunny spring day, with the scent of blooming flora delighting my senses, that I received an email from a wistful Welsh man in shanghai. Curious and eager, he inquired about a session, unsure yet excited about what lay ahead.

I guided him to a serene park near the glitzy 1000 Trees Shopping Mall in Jing'an district of shanghai, where nature's tranquility stood in stark contrast to the surrounding urban chaos. The air was filled with laughter and distant chatter, the sounds of families enjoying their outings, but for us, nestled in our own world, this ambiance would soon evolve into an exquisite symphony of power dynamics.

I asked,“Ready for our adventure?” He nodded slightly, his voice barely above a whisper as he admitted, “I’ve never done anything like this before.” I smiled knowingly. “That’s what makes it all the more thrilling. Trust is essential; let it guide you.” We settled onto a public bench that beckoned with an inviting charm. The day felt charged with promise. I took a moment to assure him—this was our sanctuary for the next hour, where boundaries would be respected, and desires unveiled. I pulled out my accessories from the elegant black bag beside me—the tools of my craft that shimmered in the sunlight. With deliberate grace, I unwrapped the sturdy rope, the fibers glistening while the fabric contained memories of past sessions. “Are you ready?” I asked softly yet firmly.

Yes,” he breathed, a hint of apprehension lacing his words.

I expertly bound his wrists together with satin-smooth precision, ensuring each knot was both secure and comfortable. As I tied him to the bench, I couldn’t help but admire his trust as he surrendered to my guidance. The boundaries of our surroundings blurred; we were cocooned in our little world infused with an intoxicating thrill.

I took out the chastity cage. Its metallic glint caught the sun's rays as I raised it before him. His eyes widened in both wonder and a hint of fear—a captivating blend that made my heart race with exhilaration.

"This," I purred, "is a symbol of your surrender." He nodded eagerly; his anticipation hung heavy in the air as I slipped the device over him. The finality of the lock clicking into place brought him peace. I took out the keys and let them dangle from my necklace—a beautiful charm representing control and desire intertwined.

“This is your moment,” I whispered seductively. “Feel everything around you—the warmth of the sun, the whispers of the wind. Each sensation is magnified.” He surrendered completely to my words; his breathing changed as I watched him embrace the enchanting chaos around us. The world melted away; our connection became an intimate dance set against the glorious backdrop of Shanghai.

As I toyed with his senses—running my fingers along his skin, teasing him with a gentle brush of my hand—every glimpse of his vulnerability painted a masterpiece within me. Time melted into an exquisite ether where nothing existed outside our sacred play.

He invited me to shanghai dinner cruise to celebrate this unconventional journey together!

The Punishment I Get For Being A Pro Dominatrix In Shanghai

The irony of being a dominatrix is that I ended up falling for a toilet slave. 

Out of the 570 or so men I’ve encountered in my line of work, he was only the second one to truly captivate me. His submissive, shy demeanor had an unexpected allure, and his athletic physique only heightened the attraction during our sessions. Despite the power dynamics between us, I found myself developing a soft spot for him—dare I say, even a crush during our communication.

There were moments when I thought about asking him out, of breaking the boundaries of our roles. But deep down, I knew it was impossible. We were fundamentally incompatible, with our personalities clashing starkly outside the confines of the dungeon although he was single. It became painfully clear that whatever connection we shared was confined to the fantasy world we had created together. 

Accepting this reality, I made the difficult decision to delete his wechat contact information, hoping to sever any emotional ties and maintain the clear boundary between my professional and personal life.