BDSM Event: Documentary Inspired Pet Play With American Expat Submissive In Shanghai

Recently, an American expat contacted me for a pet play session in Shanghai. For this particular encounter, I drew inspiration from the documentary The Girl Who Talked to Dolphins, which explores the unique bond between a researcher and a dolphin. Inspired by this, I decided to craft an experience where my submissive would take on the role of a dolphin — an obedient, playful creature under my command. I named him Peter for the session, channeling the spirit of the dolphin in the documentary.

I discovered that he had a private swimming pool at his home, the perfect setting for him to fully immerse himself in his new role and bring it to life with authenticity. As soon as he entered the water, I gave him his first command: “Swim for me, Peter.” His body moved with hesitant grace, trying to mimic the fluid, almost instinctive motions of a dolphin. I could see him focus, his eyes locked on mine as I guided him through the space. I could feel the shift in his demeanor as he fell into character, becoming more fluid, more responsive with each movement.

I instructed him to swim in tight circles, his body arching in the water like a dolphin's dorsal fin slicing through the surface. I guided him with my voice, commanding him to dive under the water and resurface, just as a dolphin would do when it feels its owner's presence. I rewarded him with gentle pats and praises when he obeyed, calling him a “good dolphin” and encouraging his submission with each motion. I let the water serve as both a playground and a test of his obedience. The pool became a world where he was stripped of human ego, forced to respond only to my voice and commands.

At times, I coaxed him closer with treats, urging him to leap and “catch” the reward from my hands, like a playful dolphin jumping for fish. I made sure to remind him that his actions were not just for my amusement, but to reaffirm the bond between us. There were moments when I used a whistle to call him, just as a trainer might do to signal a dolphin's performance. He obeyed with precision, his body almost instinctively responding to the sound, as though he truly believed he was under my control, submerged in a world where he was the animal, and I was the dominant force that commanded his every action.

Discreet Public Play: The Swiss Expat's BDSM Journey To Spiritual Happiness In Shanghai

 On a crisp autumn day, the air tinged with the scent of fallen leaves, I received an intriguing message from a Swiss expat in Shanghai yearning for an escape from the mundane. Beneath his professional exterior lay a heart pulsating with the thrill of adventure — a desire to experience a performance that danced along the blurred lines of reality and fantasy.

“Meet me at restaurant XXX at noon,” I instructed, my fingers gliding across the screen of my phone. “Wear the perfume that captures your essence of femininity.”

As I arrived at our venue, I took in the scene around me. The restaurant was a jewel box of elegance, chandeliers twinkling overhead and pastries resembling decadent art pieces. I sat, a vision of dominion in sharp black leather, waiting for my willing servant to arrive.

The door swung open, and he walked in, cloaked in a mix of nervous energy and anticipation. The floral notes of his carefully chosen perfume wafted toward me — subtle yet provocative. He wore more than just scent; he embodied submission, an unspoken devotion expressed through his attire. When our eyes locked, a rush of satisfaction washed over me. “Ah, there he is,” I said, beckoning him closer. “You smell delightful.”

With a flourish, I ordered an extravagant lunch — a feast of rich flavors destined to evoke indulgence. As we dined amidst laughter and the clinking of cutlery, I playfully instructed him to scroll through stimulating porn videos on his phone. I teased, “immerse yourself in your porn while we feast. Let the world around us fade into mere shadows of your pleasure.”

As lunch transformed into an interlude, the distant echoes of laughter faded, replaced by his soft gasps and flushed skin. I relished my power, watching him balance on the edge of humiliation and ecstasy, wrapped in the energy we wove together.

Once we finished our meal, I led him to a tranquil park, its landscape a canvas of vibrant autumn leaves and rustling trees — a perfect backdrop for our next act. “Now comes the fun part,” I smirked, retrieving a shiny gold golf club from my big bag — a striking contrast to the natural beauty surrounding us. “You will kneel here.”

As he descended onto the soft grass, surrendering to my command, I felt invigorated. Each tap against his skin became a symbol of trust and mutual respect. The strokes were measured — an exhilarating dance we both understood intimately.

“Count them for me,” I instructed playfully.

With each precise smack, punctuated by his soft breaths and gasps, he journeyed deeper into this shared world of sensation.

“Good boy,” I whispered, pride swelling within me each time he obeyed without hesitation, our connection strengthening with each exchange.

There were no prying eyes in the park, no one who understood the language spoken between us — the intimacy of vulnerability wrapped in public spectacle.

As the session drew to a close, I pulled him close and offered him a lush apple from my bag — an emblem of gratitude and reward. “You did beautifully today,” I stated firmly, then whispered sweet nothings while stroking his hair.

I held his face and looking into his eyes illuminated by newfound freedom and exhilaration, I knew that we would meet again.