An American expat programmer messaged me begging for a punishment/reward session during his stay in Shanghai. I liked his vibe — polite but clearly desperate — so I accepted.
I arrived exactly on time at his upscale hotel room — the kind of place where the Pudong skyline sparkles through massive floor-to-ceiling windows, turning everything into a private neon-lit stage.
Here's the vibe of the room that night:
I laid out the rules for a deliciously simple game using WeChat’s red packet (hongbao) feature — so innocent on the surface, so perfectly cruel in practice. I’d secretly choose one number: 1, 2, or 3 and send it in the packet. He’d guess. Correct guess = sweet reward. Wrong = punishment + tribute to me.
For each round the stakes escalated slightly, but the first one set the tone:
Win → he gets to drop down and worship my feet, kissing them slowly and reverently
Lose → he has to suck my pre-lubed (and yes, peed) strapon with real passion, no half-measures
And on a loss: a nice little gift for me — a tribute coat worth 888 CNY (he knew the number was lucky, and I chose it on purpose)
Here are those fateful WeChat red packet moments — the screen that decided his fate multiple times:
Round 1: I put 1 in the packet. He guessed 3 — cocky, thinking he’d read me.
He tapped.
1 appeared on screen.
His expression shifted: shock, arousal, surrender.
“Wrong, slave,” I whispered.
He sank to his knees without another word and went to work on the strapon — passionate, eager, eyes locked upward, cheeks working hard. The city lights danced behind him like they were watching too.
We kept going. Five rounds total.
He guessed wrong four times out of five. That means four beautiful tributes landed in my account — four elegant coats (or the cash equivalent) worth 888 CNY each, stacking up nicely as souvenirs from his visit.
(And yes, one lucky round he actually won — he got his foot worship moment, slow and devoted, as a little breather between losses.)
By the end of the night, the room smelled faintly of victory (mine), surrender (his), and expensive new winter fashion. He left Shanghai a few days later, lighter in the wallet, heavier in memories.
I left with a very satisfying haul and a new favorite game to play with visiting tech boys.
Round 1 was just the beginning.
The rest? Pure profit and power.