shanghaidomme
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Recently, I was contacted by an expat submissive from Belgium who sought out my services for a unique scratching and marking kink session here in Shanghai. This particular type of BDSM scene aligns perfectly with my skills and preferences, as I keep my nails impeccably sharp and hard — ideal tools for crafting temporary art on submissive flesh.
When I arrived at his hotel in Pudong, I could feel his great anticipation. After a brief discussion to ensure we were aligned on limits and expectations, I prepared for the session. I donned gloves initially to tease his sense of touch before removing them dramatically, revealing my meticulously maintained nails. His eyes widened slightly — a response I relished.
I disinfected my hands before I scractched him. I began with light, teasing scratches across his chest, letting him feel the potential of what was to come. Slowly, I increased the intensity, my nails trailing firmly over his skin, leaving faint red lines in their wake. He flinched and moaned, clearly enjoying the delicious combination of sensation and surrender.
The highlight of the session was when I carefully etched letters into his chest: “Ms. Alessandra’s Property.” Watching my mark take shape on his skin was immensely satisfying. It was not just an act of marking; it was a declaration, a moment where he fully gave himself to me. The process required precision, and I took my time to ensure the lettering was clear and distinct, while still respecting his limits.
He admired the marks in the mirror afterward, his expression a mix of awe and satisfaction. “These are incredible,” he said, tracing the temporary imprint with his fingers.
Over the following days, he messaged to tell me how much he adored the session. He mentioned the marks lingered for about five days, fading gradually but leaving a deep impression on his mind. “Every time I see the marks, I remember the moment you claimed me and I feel truly owned,” he confessed.
This session reminded me why I love what I do — turning a simple fetish into a profound and unforgettable experience, where art, control, and connection converge seamlessly.
Shanghai Dominatrix Alessandra
When I arrived at his hotel in Pudong, I could feel his great anticipation. After a brief discussion to ensure we were aligned on limits and expectations, I prepared for the session. I donned gloves initially to tease his sense of touch before removing them dramatically, revealing my meticulously maintained nails. His eyes widened slightly — a response I relished.
I disinfected my hands before I scractched him. I began with light, teasing scratches across his chest, letting him feel the potential of what was to come. Slowly, I increased the intensity, my nails trailing firmly over his skin, leaving faint red lines in their wake. He flinched and moaned, clearly enjoying the delicious combination of sensation and surrender.
The highlight of the session was when I carefully etched letters into his chest: “Ms. Alessandra’s Property.” Watching my mark take shape on his skin was immensely satisfying. It was not just an act of marking; it was a declaration, a moment where he fully gave himself to me. The process required precision, and I took my time to ensure the lettering was clear and distinct, while still respecting his limits.
He admired the marks in the mirror afterward, his expression a mix of awe and satisfaction. “These are incredible,” he said, tracing the temporary imprint with his fingers.
Over the following days, he messaged to tell me how much he adored the session. He mentioned the marks lingered for about five days, fading gradually but leaving a deep impression on his mind. “Every time I see the marks, I remember the moment you claimed me and I feel truly owned,” he confessed.
This session reminded me why I love what I do — turning a simple fetish into a profound and unforgettable experience, where art, control, and connection converge seamlessly.
Shanghai Dominatrix Alessandra