Announcement The British Slave Who Fascinated Shanghai Dominatrix: A Past-Life Story of Lust and Control

[shanghaidomme]

My British slave once told me about our past life together. In that existence, I was a rich Roman emperor’s wife—adorned in silk, draped in gold, worshipped by all who dared to look upon me. My power was absolute, my desires unquestioned.

And he? He was nothing.

A mere slave, bought at an auction—a prized possession, handpicked from a line of trembling, desperate men. I had owned many before him, discarded them as easily as one would a broken trinket. And yet, there was something about him that fascinated me from the moment I laid eyes on him.

Perhaps it was the defiance barely concealed beneath his submissive posture, the way his body was trained to obey, yet his spirit still held a flicker of something I couldn’t quite place. Or maybe it was the way he looked at me—not with fear, nor mere submission, but with something deeper. Something I couldn’t ignore.

And that, more than anything, infuriated me.

The fact that he caught my attention, that my mind lingered on him longer than it should have, gnawed at me like an itch I couldn’t scratch. He was beneath me—owned, controlled, nothing more than an object to serve my every whim. And yet, there he was, occupying a space in my thoughts that no slave should ever dare to claim.

I had to punish him.

Not because he had disobeyed. Not because he had failed me. But because I hated the way he unsettled me, the way his very presence stirred something unfamiliar within me—something dangerously close to desire.

So I lashed him. I broke him. I pushed him to his limits, testing whether his devotion would waver under my cruelty. And yet, no matter how much I punished him, no matter how much I tried to exorcise whatever hold he had on me, he remained. Silent, obedient, unwavering.

Perhaps that was his greatest crime of all.

Shanghai Dominatrix Alessandra