A businessman from Dubai ordered a chastity game session with me.
On the day of our meeting, I stepped into his hotel room in Shanghai. I had a plan that transcended the ordinary. Once I had secured him within the chastity device, I grinned mischievously as I retrieved a large glass container from a hidden drawer. "Now for the second part of our session," I teased, explaining my intention to freeze the key in a great block of my pee—an element of control that would amplify our game.
As I pee into the container, his eyes widened. The piss shimmered as it splashed against the glass, a surreal moment that fused both humiliation and exhilaration. When the container was filled, I precisely placed it in a freezer, locking it away as if sealing his fate.
Understanding your limits is vital," I said, almost philosophically as I watched him squirm with anticipation—excited yet apprehensive about what lay ahead.
Minutes passed like hours until I finally returned, triumph apparent in my demeanor. I revealed the massive block of pee ice—inside it lay the key to his freedom. "Now, my pet," I commanded playfully, "we must find a way to retrieve the key.
With precise movements and strategic positioning, I came up with a breathtaking plan. A thick ball gag was placed over his mouth to elevate our chastity game further—a physical manifestation of his surrender to my control. With a little twist here and a clink there, I carefully positioned the icy mass above him, allowing it to drip slowly but consistently.
Each drop was a cold, humiliating reminder of his complete submission to my will. Yet, with each passing second, I could see the unexpected thrill building inside him. The humiliation stoked his arousal, merging into a complex mix of helplessness and euphoria. The slow, intimate dance of ice melting and power shifting wrapped us both in the primal intimacy of the moment.
I watched with satisfaction as he endured each drop, knowing that every passing second drew him deeper into my control—a perfect surrender to the game we’d both come to play.
Chinese Mistress Alessandra Website
On the day of our meeting, I stepped into his hotel room in Shanghai. I had a plan that transcended the ordinary. Once I had secured him within the chastity device, I grinned mischievously as I retrieved a large glass container from a hidden drawer. "Now for the second part of our session," I teased, explaining my intention to freeze the key in a great block of my pee—an element of control that would amplify our game.
As I pee into the container, his eyes widened. The piss shimmered as it splashed against the glass, a surreal moment that fused both humiliation and exhilaration. When the container was filled, I precisely placed it in a freezer, locking it away as if sealing his fate.
Understanding your limits is vital," I said, almost philosophically as I watched him squirm with anticipation—excited yet apprehensive about what lay ahead.
Minutes passed like hours until I finally returned, triumph apparent in my demeanor. I revealed the massive block of pee ice—inside it lay the key to his freedom. "Now, my pet," I commanded playfully, "we must find a way to retrieve the key.
With precise movements and strategic positioning, I came up with a breathtaking plan. A thick ball gag was placed over his mouth to elevate our chastity game further—a physical manifestation of his surrender to my control. With a little twist here and a clink there, I carefully positioned the icy mass above him, allowing it to drip slowly but consistently.
Each drop was a cold, humiliating reminder of his complete submission to my will. Yet, with each passing second, I could see the unexpected thrill building inside him. The humiliation stoked his arousal, merging into a complex mix of helplessness and euphoria. The slow, intimate dance of ice melting and power shifting wrapped us both in the primal intimacy of the moment.
I watched with satisfaction as he endured each drop, knowing that every passing second drew him deeper into my control—a perfect surrender to the game we’d both come to play.
Chinese Mistress Alessandra Website
