I’m a Shanghai dominatrix who recently crafted an exquisite, wickedly indulgent day for my devoted English sissy in Suzhou. When I arrived at his apartment, he was already trembling with excitement, eager to surrender to my whims. With deliberate, authoritative grace, I adorned him in his cherished long pink dress and sleek black pantyhose. He remained perfectly still as I transformed his face—accentuating his lashes, brushing on rosy blush, and painting his lips a plump, glossy pink. I finished with a gleaming layer of polish on his nails, ensuring he embodied the dainty, obedient doll I’d sculpted him to be.
Once he was fully feminized and submerged in his submissive mindset, I introduced a discreet remote-controlled plug—my secret weapon. I kept him in the dark about when I’d activate it; the suspense was its own delicious torment.
Our adventure took us to Jinji Lake for an audacious jet ski escapade—a thrilling detour from our usual games. He was a vision of adorable contradiction: a blushing, feminized sissy clutching me tightly, his girlish ensemble peeking out beneath a life vest that did little to conceal his curves. I had him ride behind me, his legs parted just enough for me to toy with the remote nestled in my pocket.
With every jolt of the jet ski over the waves, I dialed up the vibrations. His squirming was a delight—stifled moans swallowed by the engine’s roar, his desperation palpable as he pressed against me. The wind carried away his feeble gasps, but I felt their heat on my skin. I pushed the throttle hard, the icy spray of lake water mingling with the flush of arousal coursing through him.
When we finally returned to shore, he was a drenched, panting mess—overwhelmed and utterly spent. And yet, the day’s pleasures were far from finished.