I Dominated An American Expat In Shanghai Cinema
As the lights dimmed and the movie began to play, I settled into my seat at the cinema, eagerly anticipating the film that lay ahead. Beside me sat my loyal companion, my faithful slave who had been by my side for years. With a subtle nod, I signaled for him to take his place at my feet, a gesture of his unwavering devotion to me.
As the scenes unfolded on screen, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me, knowing that I was in the presence of someone who would do anything for me. My slave, sensing my satisfaction, shifted in his seat and then rose from it. With a grace that belied his status, he knelt before me, his eyes filled with adoration and respect.
I watched as he reached out and gently took hold of my foot, his touch reverent and full of reverence. In that moment, it was as if time stood still, the world around us fading into the background as he worshipped at my feet.
As the credits began to roll and the lights came back on, my slave rose to his feet, a look of profound gratitude in his eyes.
