Announcement BDSM Claustrophilia Adventure: A Canadian Expat’s Journey Through Shanghai’s Hidden Spaces

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For this Canadian expat in Shanghai, I designed a custom claustrophilia scenario that played on his deepest desires — being restrained, enclosed, and completely at my mercy.

I asked him to get a hotel room with a spacious yet confining closet, ensuring it was just large enough to fit him inside while still restricting his movement. The space was dark, insulated, and perfect for intensifying his anticipation. I left the hotel room minimally lit, allowing only a dim glow to seep through the cracks of the closet door, teasing him with a sense of presence yet distance.

Before the session, I built up the tension meticulously. I made him stand before the open closet as I walked around him, occasionally brushing my fingers along his skin, whispering in his ear about what was to come. I described in great detail how it would feel once he was locked inside — how the darkness would swallow him, how the walls would press in, how he would lose all sense of time.

I played with his nerves, drawing out the moment of confinement. Would I keep him in silence, or would I speak to him through the door? Would I open it unexpectedly, or let him stay in complete isolation? The uncertainty heightened his anticipation, making his body tense with excitement and submission.

Once his mind was racing with anticipation, I secured his wrists behind his back with soft leather cuffs. A padded blindfold covered his eyes, stripping away his vision and deepening his dependency on me.

I guided him into the closet, pushing him gently but firmly against the back wall. The moment the door clicked shut, he was enveloped in darkness, his breathing shallow as he took in his confinement. I left a small gap in the door — not enough for him to see anything, but just enough to let the outside world feel agonizingly close yet unreachable.

To play with his senses further, I occasionally pressed my hand against the door, making it creak slightly to remind him of my presence. Other times, I stood in complete silence, letting his mind wander and amplify the scenario.

Time became an abstract concept. I controlled every second, deciding when he would hear my voice, when the door would open slightly, when he would feel a sudden, unexpected touch.

Occasionally, I cracked the door just enough to let a sliver of light hit his skin before shutting it again. I whispered his name, ran my nails along the wooden surface, and occasionally let moments of complete silence stretch unbearably long, making him wonder if I had left him there alone.

I tested his submission by asking him quiet, simple questions through the door. He had to nod or shake his head, reinforcing the idea that even in this confined space, his responses — and his obedience — were still required.

When I finally decided he had endured enough, I opened the closet door slowly, allowing the dim light to creep in. His body tensed as he adjusted to the outside world again. I helped him out, making him kneel at my feet as I traced my fingers over his face, letting him know he had done well.

I sat beside him on the hotel bed, letting him rest against me as I stroked his hair, grounding him after the intense experience. His breathing steadied, and as he processed everything, I could see the lingering thrill in his eyes — the undeniable craving for more.

Shanghai Dominatrix Alessandra