Golden Feeding to Become the Perfect Dog Slave

This blog is about my second session with my cute doggie. I knew he’d come all the way from Shanghai to see me again. He told me how much he missed me while we were apart. How cute he is! I felt the same.

First, I made him get down on all fours to greet my heels properly. Without wasting a moment, he started licking them, and I could feel how much he longed for my heels. From the tips of the toes to the soles, and of course, the beloved heels—he worshiped every inch. The way he devoured them made him look so happy, and it warmed my heart. My adorable doggie…

I treated him to plenty of whip play as well. He knows he has to endure more to please me—something I’ve taught him well. He offers his body to me with all his might. After leaving his skin red, I gently ran my hands over him, feeling him tremble and shiver under my touch. Goosebumps rose on his skin as I breathed softly into his ear. My breath heightened his sensitivity, and just then, a sharp jolt ran through his body as I bit down hard on his nipple. Gasping for air, letting out strained cries, he endured it all, he was completely fallin’ in my control.

He happily sniffed the scent of the stockings I’d been wearing for several days. To me, they had a pretty “nice smell,” but it seemed like he would’ve preferred something even stronger. I might have to wear the same pair for two weeks next time we meet (haha).

This time, we tried something completely new for him: eating my golden. Normally, I’d blindfold him while making him lick, but since it was his first time, I wanted him to fully experience the moment. So, without a blindfold, I sat on his face and let him see everything.

I made him keep licking relentlessly until it came out of me. After all, you’re a dog, aren’t you? Your job is to keep licking until you get your reward.

‘Open your mouth wide,’ I told him, and slowly, my golden flowed out of me. To my surprise, he didn’t gag even once and swallowed all of my golden completely…Oh what a cute doggie…

Since I began my life as a Dominatrix four years ago(Honestly, it’s been six years since I first experienced BDSM play. I decided to fully commit to living as a professional four years ago.) I gave up on “normal” sex and suppressed my own sexual desires. I shifted my mindset to always being the one who dominates sexually and takes control, never the one being penetrated. I reconstructed my thinking, deciding I would always dominate whoever wants me to do it. Even my appearance changed. I’ve changed my hair red from at that moment, have started wearing pants instead of skirts even my private life, built a lean, wear heavy makeup, and intentionally transformed myself into someone unappealing to “ordinary” men. But the truth is, I was never naturally a sadist or dominatrix type who found personal sexual pleasure in dominating others. My drive was more intellectual curiosity and a genuine desire to understand and engage with the masochists before me. I worked hard to refine myself as a Sadist/Dominant, not for my pleasure but for theirs.

Thankfully, my natural charm, my appearance, my voice, and my intelligence allowed me to take control, amplify my partner’s desires, and utterly dominate them. That was the essence of my sessions—until I met this puppy. Meeting him changed my approach entirely.

He’s the kind of submissive who genuinely loves whatever I want to do. And to be honest, I’ve never really known what I want to do during a session. My style has always been about figuring out my partner’s desires, treating them as weaknesses, and exploiting them to push them into a state of ultimate excitement—essentially “defeating” them while ensuring I always “won.” It was a battle of sorts. While I valued emotional connection, I was never sure if I truly achieved it.

But with him, I feel a deep connection during our sessions. He senses our bond, and that lets me feel it too. Even though we don’t always communicate perfectly, the emotional connection we share during sessions feels incredibly profound. It makes me adore him even more, and sometimes I feel this overwhelming urge to break him entirely—kneeling before me, begging to be tormented, fully under my control.

With only a month or so left in the year, I can confidently say that meeting him has been the best thing that’s happened to me this year. My BDSM journey, which had often felt dark and uncertain, has taken a turn since meeting him. It feels like light has broken through.

Let’s keep traveling this path together.

Thank you for such an intense and intimate time.