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Beijing BDSM: My Weekend of Extreme Domination with an English Doctor as My Human Toilet
Last year, as the sun blazed relentlessly over Shanghai, an unexpected message slid into my inbox, sparking an instant sense of intrigue. It was from an English doctor living in Beijing. He was eager to secure a weekend session — an exclusive one, no less — offering not only to cover my roundtrip flight from Shanghai but also to lavishly foot the bill for every expense along the way. His offer was tempting, not merely because of the financial incentive, but because of the boldness of his proposition — a masterstroke of generosity and control. It was an offer I couldn’t, and frankly, didn’t want to refuse.
But what truly set him apart was his kink — his unapologetic obsession with toilet play. For him, this was no casual curiosity or fleeting fantasy. It was an all-consuming need, an integral part of his sexual identity. He wanted to experience the full depths of degradation and submission, to taste, to consume everything I offered, tainted and transformed by the sharp tang of my pee. In his eyes, I was to be his goddess, and he, my devoted human toilet, ready and eager to serve me in the most intimate, humiliating of ways.
As I boarded the plane, the dull hum of the engines seemed to echo the rising anticipation within me. I was stepping into his world, a world he had meticulously crafted and curated, designed to test not only the limits of submission but the boundaries of pleasure and power. I knew that this weekend would not just be about domination — it would be about exploring a beautiful, bizarre intersection of control and surrender, of perverse satisfaction and the raw vulnerability that comes with laying bare one’s most intimate desires. This wasn’t going to be just another session — it would be a weekend where boundaries would blur, and we would both revel in the exquisitely strange dance of dominance and devotion.
