Beijing BDSM Story: Sensitive Nipple Play And Prostate Massage For The French Expat

On a cold winter day in Beijing, a French entrepreneur invited me to his spacious office for an SM education session. He had a very specific request, eager to explore his limits and learn more about certain pleasures. One of his unique sensitivities was his nipples, which he described as exceptionally responsive. I spent hours carefully teasing them, enjoying the way his body reacted. The intensity and playfulness of his responses were fascinating and kept me entertained throughout the session.

The culmination of our time together involved a thrilling prostate milking session. The risk of interruption added an element of excitement, as he casually mentioned that his assistants could knock at any moment to ask for his signature. The thought of possibly being caught by his employees only heightened the experience, making the moment even more intense and thrilling.

Prostate Massage Explained

For those unfamiliar, the prostate is a walnut-sized gland located inside the rectum, just beneath the bladder. It encircles the urethra, the tube responsible for draining urine from the bladder.

Prostate milking involves gently massaging this area with lubricated fingers to stimulate the prostate. The process can result in the release of a thin, milky fluid, known as prostate fluid.

For many individuals, prostate milking can lead to an incredibly intense orgasm or a deeply unusual sensation, often followed by the release of fluid from the penis. The experience can be both pleasurable and profound, offering a unique form of sexual release and enjoyment.

Beijing BDSM Adventure: The German Expat's Journey into Toe Fetish and Pegging

 A German expat in Beijing booked a pegging session with me. When I arrived at his hotel lobby, he stood out in the crowd with his towering height, full head of snow-white hair, and striking blue eyes. As we shook hands, I could sense the nervous energy radiating from him. I was determined to put him at ease.

Without hesitation, I suggested a walk to the nearby park. The fresh air and tranquil surroundings would help him relax. As we strolled along the winding paths, I placed my left hand on his shoulder. Our steps moved in sync, and the tension between us was electric, thrilling in its intensity. Then, he leaned in close and whispered softly in my ear, “I have a confession to make,” his voice barely audible above the ambient sounds. “I have a fetish for women's toes.”

There was something raw and vulnerable in his admission, sparking my curiosity. I asked him about it, and he eagerly shared his fascination. I reassured him—desires like his were completely natural, each person drawn to their own unique pleasures.

Back in his hotel room, I instructed him to prepare himself, to surrender fully to me. Excitement flickered in his eyes—he was ready, eager to explore the depths of submission. I lifted my foot to his face, allowing him to take in the scent, the texture, the softness of my toes. Slowly, I let him worship them, reveling in the way he adored every inch with devotion.

As he knelt before me, I placed my used stockings in his mouth, using them as a makeshift gag to stifle any moans of pleasure that might escape. I wanted him to focus solely on sensation, on the intoxicating thrill of relinquishing control. I gripped his snow-white hair, using it as a tether to anchor him in the moment. And then, I began—teasing him first, drawing out the anticipation of what was to come.

With each deliberate thrust of my strapon, I felt his body respond, opening up to me in ways he had never dared before. His resilience amazed me—despite his age, he took 5 rounds of my pegging, his sturdy frame bearing it all with insatiable hunger. The power dynamic shifted completely; he let go, trusting me to lead him deeper into ecstasy.