shanghaidomme
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I’m a Shanghai dominatrix, and I recently designed an unforgettable, deliciously deviant day out for my obedient English sissy in Suzhou. I arrived at his apartment, where he was already quivering with anticipation. With a slow, commanding touch, I dressed him in his favorite long pink dress and silky black pantyhose. He stood perfectly still as I applied his makeup — thick lashes, rosy cheeks, and pouty pink lips. I added a glossy coat of polish to his nails, making sure he looked like the perfect little doll I owned.
Once he was fully feminized and in his submissive headspace, I slipped a discreet remote-controlled plug into him — one of my favorites. I didn’t tell him when I’d turn it on. The anticipation was half the fun.
We headed out to Jinji Lake for jet skiing, an unexpected yet thrilling twist to our kinky playdate. He looked adorably out of place — this feminized, blushing sissy clinging to me in his girly outfit, life vest barely hiding his curves. I made him ride behind me, legs spread just enough for me to tease the remote in my pocket.
Every time the jet ski hit a wave, I’d increase the vibration intensity. Watching him squirm, trying to hold back moans over the roar of the engine, was pure bliss. His helpless little gasps were lost in the wind, but I could feel them against my back. I made sure we went fast — splashes of cold lake water mixing with the heat rising in his body.
By the time we pulled back to shore, he was breathless, soaked, and deliciously overstimulated. And the day wasn’t even over yet.
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Once he was fully feminized and in his submissive headspace, I slipped a discreet remote-controlled plug into him — one of my favorites. I didn’t tell him when I’d turn it on. The anticipation was half the fun.
We headed out to Jinji Lake for jet skiing, an unexpected yet thrilling twist to our kinky playdate. He looked adorably out of place — this feminized, blushing sissy clinging to me in his girly outfit, life vest barely hiding his curves. I made him ride behind me, legs spread just enough for me to tease the remote in my pocket.
Every time the jet ski hit a wave, I’d increase the vibration intensity. Watching him squirm, trying to hold back moans over the roar of the engine, was pure bliss. His helpless little gasps were lost in the wind, but I could feel them against my back. I made sure we went fast — splashes of cold lake water mixing with the heat rising in his body.
By the time we pulled back to shore, he was breathless, soaked, and deliciously overstimulated. And the day wasn’t even over yet.
shanghai-bdsm.blogspot.com
