During a particularly intense pain session with a British slave in Shanghai, something remarkable happened. As I carved my name into his chest with slow, deliberate scratches, I looked deeply into his eyes. In that moment, he became completely mesmerized by my gaze, as if I were pulling him into a world of pure submission.
He had no idea that my eyes held more than just authority — they carried a power all their own. I had long suspected that I could unlock hidden aspects of my control, but it was only in this moment that I truly realized the extent of my ability.
As he stared into my hypnotic eyes, his body responded in ways he couldn’t control. The pain I was inflicting seemed
to intensify under my gaze, each scratch sending waves of sensation through him. The combination of the physical and psychological stimuli overwhelmed him, driving him to verge of climax.
With each passing second, his resistance crumbled, and he gave in completely to the hypnotic effect of my stare. His orgasm came suddenly, as if triggered by the depth of my power and the fusion of pain and pleasure. He was drowning in the pull of my eyes, a victim to both the torment and the trance I had woven around him.
It was in that moment that I unlocked a new layer of my domination. My eyes were no longer just tools of control; they were an instrument of profound transformation. And as he collapsed, utterly spent, I knew that I had taken our session to a place neither of us had ever anticipated — into a world where submission and hypnotic mastery mixed in a perfect union.