In the busy streets of Shanghai's old French Concession, I designed a simple yet deliciously challenging obedience test for my French submissive. Before our walk, I commanded him to change out of his usual socks and slip into black stockings hidden beneath his trousers—a private reminder of who owned his body that afternoon.
He left his underwear behind, of course. I wanted every step he took on those historic pavements to feel exposed, obedient, and vulnerable.
As we moved through the elegant lanes, past cafés and old lilac trees, he followed a single rule: stay close and obey instantly. The tension of being dressed improperly in public sharpened his senses—and mine.
When I chose a shaded bench, I extended my legs without a word. He knew what to do. He knelt, discreet but trembling, and slid my long leather boots onto my feet. Passers-by walked past unaware, yet the risk wrapped tightly around him like a second skin.
This is the kind of quiet intensity I create in Shanghai—tests of discipline, hidden power dynamics, and moments where a submissive learns exactly how to listen, obey, and serve.