If I was in this for the money i’d see only the 10 guys asking me to shit in their mouths this week, finish all those sessions in less than an hour and deposit 100,000 in my bank. I can guarantee you that if I did that I’d be leaving this job before December. I really try instead to focus on enjoying what I do and to choose only the people who i think will help me enjoy sessions.
“I want this and this and this and this and this and i want 4 hours” type of emails … I answer them politely still but i am not interested to book a session at all. If next Sunday comes and I learned to be a better Mistress or learned to read a man more by choose my sessions carefully then my life is better.
Is this session gonna help me be a better mistress? …
“Introduce Yourself : Barb , 44, USA What are your interests for your session? Give/Receive Piss, Receive Scat, Smothering, Tens Unit, sounds, fisting, sucking, fucking How Long of a Session would you like? 4 Hours With whom would you like your session with? Mistress Jaa ; Pick a Date 03-07-2015”
This guy is in more dire need of a prostitute than any white man in history. So i’m down to 16, that one was easy.
I guess the biggest benefit of being popular is being able to look for and choose the men that intrigue me. So? Intrigue me !!!
I hold the key to the dungeon of your mind. Make me want to walk the steps to your door instead of the steps of the 16 others.
Jaa2 xx
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“You have a unique smell to you Mistress” he said as he cleared his throat, his voice as scratchy as a pair of wool socks. I wanted to heave my plastic bottle of green tea at his head for saying that but instead I just glared until he took the hint. “I only meant having seen you this many times that even as a blind man I could know if you had walked into a room just by your Mistress smell” he continued all the while looking at me with a daring eye.
“So I have a Mistress smell , do we all have such a smell that attracts submissive men like I am to a man as catnip is to a cat?”
“No I’m saying you have a pleasant distinct smell about you, one that I have memorized” he said so cockily that I took it as a dare and replied with my customary “really?” while probably raising my eyebrow as well as I tend to do when I feel a challenge. “Would you bet your ass on that?” I playfully suggested back to him wondering if this was just braggadocio of a man smitten by my beauty? If so, I sensed something more than a session growing in that damn imaginative place that lives in the back of my mind.
He gave a bark of bitter laughter. “Yes, would you bet yours? I doubt it.”
Which brings us to last evening’s events. I’d be remiss if I warped what happened into my favor, you see sometimes the imagination does not and can not account for human stupidity. Mistress Wael did her part properly, her job was to bring 2 of her friends to the hotel room, simple enough. With his hands tied behind his back he had a one in four chance of being able to tell which one was me by being able to smell only. My instructions to them were clear too , just stand there silently and let him sniff you. When he chooses incorrectly us girls will all exit the room together leaving him blindfolded and gagged but not alone. He’d be fulfilling his end of the bet by offering his ass to the only one allowed to stay since she was technically not a girl, my Ladyboy friend Amy and her 8 inch hard and thick cock.
Fucking easy job right? Stand there, let a guy sniff you for 1 minute , don’t say a word, take the 500 baht I’m paying each and leave.
Except lackwit girl number one says “oh darling” as he sniffs her. Not surprisingly either as this is the same one that couldn’t understand how to press the record button properly on my phone filming a video last month. She’s got brains this one , she just spent the last four weeks in Solleftea Sweden eating a different kind of Swedish Meatballs than IKEA serves. I hope she liked the gravy.
Darwin award candidate number two for no reason touches him, and my boy is clever so now we’re down to me and Wael with a good chance that it’s me who’s gonna be anal probed in a minute and not him.
His nose rose like a shark’s fin from his handsome face. A few sniffs of Mistress Wael first and then suddenly he was playing bloodhound with me.
That close. I was that close to having to pay my side of the deal.
Luckily as with most guys, he could not resist only sniffing his treasure, he had to lift his leg to touch me.
Ah the serendipity of temptation.
Jaa2 xx
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To which I say, “I really don’t care what you want” and if you cannot understand the esoteric subtleties of why that is perhaps you belong where you are , curled up on your bed with one hand on your dick and your other hand on your mouse clicking from one Brazilian scat porn clip to another.
Being under my ass is a privilege not a right, one that is earned slowly over time and is granted to you only after I have made you become so far in love with me that you have proven to do anything that I ask of you except the greatest show of devotion. We may be laying on the bed with your head on my lap as my fingers run down around your hair to momentarily caress your chin before sliding up to your lips and as I press a grape into your mouth that you delightfully chew I lean over you and ask you “what else would you be willing to take into your mouth for me?”
It comes at a point where sessions are not called sessions anymore, they are simply visits to the girl you cannot live without and one of those times the option will be given to you to walk out that door or show that you really would do anything to experience your Mistress. Or maybe that moment will never come. It’s not a decision that I make it’s a feeling that I act upon, a feeling inspired by chemistry between the submissive man in my lap and myself.
Let me tell you what it is not however, for it is not something that you write me like you are ordering steak from a menu. Consider it an off the menu item in an exclusive restaurant that you need frequent often in order to be shown the vip room where items like that would be considered being served.
I’ve spent the better part of the afternoon explaining that over and over to the masses of people emailing me about that very same menu item. In fact, I’ve answered that request so often the past few days that in my dreams last night I had opened a restaurant where people stood outside a massively large green door that when opened revealed only one table , a tiny one where you would lay down and rest your head upon only to look up at the distant ceiling and my much closer ass above your open mouth. Somehow in that dream my ass was dispensing poo like it was spewing out Dairy Queen soft ice cream yet somehow it was infinitely more delicious.
You see I don’t look at this as a job I look at it as an experience, one that must pleasure me as much as it pleasures you. Your submissiveness brought you to me just as much as my natural dominant personality brought me to you , it should be a mutually beneficial experience. Yes it should be an experience, not a list of items you tick off like you’re shopping at the supermarket. Think to yourself, what are you bringing to the table? Why should I even agree to see you in the first place? If you mention your desire in passing like “i wouldn’t say no to more forceful ways to show my devotion to you” you are more likely to get me to note that in my calendar about you, whereas saying something blunt as if your family genealogy never evolved past caveman status :
“Mistress. I can eat shit? You? Yes?
… will get you an answer like this from me…
“Hey that’s amazing, you strung 7 words together this time instead of the usual 3. That’s a 100% improvement, why by next month I’ll almost consider you for a session. Almost.
Submission is like falling into quicksand, you sink slowly into it. Each request in a session is like one grain of sand covering you, almost unnoticeable until you are covered by me, tasting me, smelling me, desiring me … and it’s that sand covered thing that you’ve become that will submit to me in a “more forceful way” without any force at all really, nothing but the words “slide under my ass for me baby” are all that I need.
How many get to hear those words? Few if any. The closest any of you ever got to understanding Chemistry was from watching Breaking Bad. Maybe it was their body odor, the dirt in their fingernails, their bad breath, or the way they converse that did them in, but most work their way into my ‘meh’ list after the first session. You see, most guys are looking for sessions, i’m looking for someone I choose to go on a submissive experience with. It’s a big difference.
So yes, a 2 hour session with anything that involves my poo is indeed 15,000 baht. The question is, what are you willing to do to be the 1% of guys who actually get the honor of paying that to me? Are you the next Bud Fox?
Jaa2 xx
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Well it finally happened, we had a guy pass out from his FaceSitting session. I guess it had to happen sooner or later as I’ve been catching on to the cheating games you guys play while down there and like a good repair girl, I’ve been plugging all the holes in the dam until finally there were no more holes to patch. By that I mean, there are 3 types of cheaters that I’ve come to recognize, each playing his own game of self preservation while under my ass.
There’s the guy who turns his head slightly to one side as I sit on him allowing him to breathe partially out of either side of the nostril he chose to rescue from my butt.
Then there’s the head tilter guy, this is the guy who tilts his head up to the ceiling to allow a bit of air to enter through the top of his nostril while also allowing him more access than would normally be allowed with his tongue. Cheeky, real cheeky … for whatever reason Brits try this the most often, must be because of their enormous noses.
Then there’s zombie dude, right out of The Walking Dead. This is the guy who opens his mouth as wide as he can but all crooked like so that his jaw looks like it got bashed in with the butt of Rick Grimes’s hand gun. It allows the guy to be suffocated through the nose through the FaceSitting period but he sucks in air from his mouth making a noise similar to a zombie and thus why i call it The Walking Dead cheat.
FaceSitting Cheaters: I’m on to you 🙂
I talked it over with Mistress Wael before today’s session and we came up with a viable solution. I’m here to explain what we did so that you guys can think up of some fourth way to get past your FaceSitting count, maybe you’ll grow gills?
The solution is a simple as Wax On , Wax Off , thank you Mister Miyagi from The Karate Kid. Or in our case, Oil on , Oil Off, as in we apply a nice coat of oil to your nose just before the FaceSitting part of your session begins and invite you to wipe it off while your nose is slipped into the underwear part of my ass that wraps up your nose, and the slippery wetness of it all allows a nice tight wedge around your nose as part of it … underwear and all … slips into my butt hole.
I’ve also done away with the sexy Victoria Secret satin lingerie panties and have gone for full cotton instead as that not only soaks up a great deal more oil, but when wet it creates a nice thick and damp seal for your nose.
Mistress Wael was nice enough to hold the guys head down so there was no last second twisting upon the final seal of nose to ass and not wanting my expensive silk panties to go to waste I stuffed them crotch first into his mouth and let him suck something else while trying to breathe.
The result? Ah , the perfect sound of desperate gasping for air every time me or Mistress Wael lifted off his face, and saw his river of tears slosh over his face as he sucked in air for the 5 seconds we give him between rounds.
Those of you who have done a FaceSitting session with me know that I start the counting at a very low manageable number like 15 and we work up from there, building up your FaceSitting resistance so to speak. Well this guy who stated in his email many times that he could easily get to 100 and wanted to be truly tested didn’t even get to half of what he boasted he could do. At 45 Wael pushed me off him and sure enough there he was passed out cold. Now, I shouldn’t laugh, I mean it is kind of serious and I wouldn’t go to such serious lengths if by myself, but this Manchester guy had his nose so far up my ass that when Wael pushed me off it made a popping sound louder than what you would hear if we popped a champagne cork in the room. Except the sound, loud as it was, sounded more like if I threw my period soaked tampon at a wall … “spleuk” , something like that.
He came to with us rolling on the bed laughing and when he asked what was so funny all I could say back to him was “Spleuk”. In fact, the sound was so memorable that this guys name in my email has been changed to Spleuky the FaceSitting guy.
On a more serious note, it’s well obvious to me and Wael that counting to anything above 40 has increasing danger to it and I’m not going to push the limits of people unless she’s there to assist me. Last thing I need is a guy to die from one of my FaceSitting sessions, even if it did mean going out with a smile on your face. The hassle of it all isn’t worth it. I’d have to go bury you, then get a gravestone and have “Here Lies Spleuky, A FaceSitting Caualty” carved on it.
And my word of advice for the rest of you FaceSitting lovers? Go buy some Gillyweed.
Jaa xx
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What if, in your Tease & Denial session, we took the onus of controlling your ejaculation out of my hands and put it instead into yours? Mistress Wael’s Tease & Denial game “20” is going to train you to have such lasting power that the next time you bang your wife or girlfriend she’s gonna feel hotter than a freshly fucked fox in a forest.
I’ve adopted the game into some of my Tease & Denial sessions, but credit has to go to her for not just playing the game but perfecting it to the point where guys routinely scream or cry and ladders are needed to get the cum off the ceiling. Now the screaming, that comes from the orgasm part but the crying … ah that comes from you recognizing the futility of the mathematical equation that is working against you which is :
The Chance of You Reaching 20 is inversely proportional to the length of time your Tease & Denial session has lasted.
Thus the crying, or what I call the cry box, that point where you not only realize the futility of the game as you come to terms with the fact that your chance to reach orgasm has long since passed by, but also caused by the realization that you most likely will be leaving the session with a massive set of blue balls. Your chance to reach orgasm, which you are allowed to do if and only if you can last until either me or Wael has counted to 20 is at its highest when we begin. Each edging, which you are responsible for calling if you think you will ejaculate before we’ve reached “20” dramatically reduces the amount of time you will last on the subsequent count. So if you managed to almost make it but had to call out STOP at 18, it is quite likely that the next time we begin you will reach ejaculation at 15 and will have to call out STOP much sooner than the previous attempt.
With each attempt thereafter falling further and further away from 20 you’ll find that you’ll be calling upon some sort of superhuman effort from within to push the Tease & Denial needle back the other way. Those superhuman efforts start at around the 45 minute mark in the Tease & Denial session, give or take a few mins on either side.
They begin escalating as well and might well work if not for our second enforced rule of the game and that is : you are not allowed to move, wince, blink, twitch or make a sound during the count. You need to focus stone faced upon my eyes or Mistress Wael’s eyes without movement which goes a long way at keeping the Hulk locked up inside you … for the time being.
The frustration mounts though. In this video I’ve cut together some of the attempts from the 45 minute mark to the 1 hour and 15 minute mark in Mistress Wael’s Tease & Denial 20 session.
Most “opt out” somewhere around the 1 hour and 15 minute mark, begging, pleading through tears for a release and an end to the game. This is why the stat on the Tease & Denial tab of this website’s home page states that only 30% of all men are capable of lasting the entire 2 hours or reaching 20, whichever comes first. For arguments sake, lets say you do survive and manage to count to 20 in that 2nd hour of your session giving you the waterfall release you so desperately were hoping for. What then?
Then in your next Tease & Denial session your goal will be to count to “30”.
After that? I dunno, we’ve never had somebody make it to 30 yet, those are uncharted Tease & Denial waters.
Jaa xx
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What would make my Cross Dressing whore want to eat Apple Sauce for a week?
It’s not that he wants to eat Apple Sauce – he actually hates the taste of it. Nope, the truth is, he has to eat Apple Sauce and of all his fantasies of being forced to do things in his session he never considered that he’d have to force himself to eat baby food for a week.
Wii is a 31 year old Asian boy who without his glasses looks like he could climb into a Bruce Lee movie, and with his glasses looks every bit like the database programmer he is. The only thing that gets him through his days is the feel of the pantyhose and satin panties that he wears under his business suit which is fine but he has always felt that his geeky looks prohibit him from being the sexy slut that he secretly desires to be and that’s why he emailed me.
I asked him what his fantasy really is and he admitted to secretly wanting to be forced under his bosses desk to quietly pleasure him while he conducts his meetings all day but dismissed it by saying that even if his boss was into that, Wii would be the last guy he’d ever choose to be his bitch.
Really?
So I asked him to send a photo and after talking it over with my friend Mistress Wael who is also a Scandanavian makeup school professional … I replied back … “what if I told you that after your first hour with me and Wael you’d have the most fuckable cross dressing mouth in Bangkok and that I already have somebody interested in using you if you’re pretty enough?”
Asian guys have small bodies, and in particular small waists and skinny legs that make the whole cross dressing transformation very believable once the makeup and hair has been done properly. While I was happy to leave the makeup part in the hands of Wael, I was more interested in counting up the number of times he opted to use the word “forced” for his cross dressing fantasy.
There are two types of submissive guys who use the word “forced.” The first is the guy who for whatever reason doesn’t want to come to terms with his secret desire to want to be a cross dressing cock sucker. Maybe it’s his job, or his fear of his friends finding out, or maybe it’s just that he doesn’t see himself as a guy who would go that far to please his secret fantasies that swim in his brain at night. This kind of fantasy is easily solved with my very cute ladyboy friend as her feminine appearance clouds that boundary between doing an act that he feels is too “gay”.
The other forced fantasy, the one that this cross dressing guy wanted, has nothing to do with desire to suck a dick, and everything to do with simply being used. Here’s the big difference between the two fantasies though. The first guy is in cocksucking heaven when he finds out that my sexy girlfriend’s cock is actually delicious and the cross dressing part of his fantasy slips away, not being anywhere near as important as the enjoyment of feeling the release of his closet desires.
However the second type of fantasy is actually not enjoyed at all during the actual session. In fact, it doesn’t fit the fantasy at all if at every moment he is not wishing for the session to end, he needs to feel as if he has fallen into his fantasy which in actuality is really a nightmare. Why? Because like a bold red wine, the fantasy doesn’t actually reach its full effectiveness until it has had time to age. It’s after the session, once Wii is back in Korea laying on his bed at night that he’s going to truly appreciate the session by how hard his cock gets thinking about it.
It’s true. But to get to that point he has to truly feel that he is desirable enough to be used. When Wael was finished with him and he saw himself as the true Hentai doll that he was for the first time he was in shock. We then took him in a taxi over to Phrakanong to the Life condo where I met for the first time the guy who had best answered my Craigslist ad. Raul, a 45 year old Cuban guy was the only one to really understand what I meant when I said “use him for your pleasure” in the ad.
We’re all fucking beasts inside. I’m sure if society broke down we’d see the animal come out in 90% of us but we’re so tied to conforming and being accepted that it’s actually truly difficult to find somebody who is willing to let that barbaric side of him loose. Most ads were answered with questions of “does he want his nipples pinched?” or “what do you want, what does he want?” when I clearly stated that none of that mattered … what I was looking for was somebody who was only interested selfishly in his desires.
Now Wii my sexy cross dressing whore, he had no idea who Raul was as I told him we were going to meet one of my girlfriends and another friend before going out and he probably assumed that Raul was one of my other friends. So conversation was a bit forced in the lift going up to his condo as nobody knew each other and I was thinking that this pudgy guy just a bit taller than me … and I’m fairly short … hardly looked like somebody who could use Wii as I was hoping. But then a glance down at his jeans told me that if we didn’t get to his room quickly his dick would tear a hole in the guys pants so he definitely was excited at least.
Cross Dressing wasn’t something that Wii had done before, not this far at least. Wearing pantyhose under trousers and having dreams of being under a boss’s desk is far different than looking like a Japanese Hentai whore and walking into a strangers apartment.
Applause for Raul. We get into the condo and he walks right into his bedroom pulling, almost dragging Wii by his hand and I’m thinking ‘yes’ … that … is how you start a session and take control of somebody. Even better was what he did next. He pushed Wii to his knees, unzipped his jeans and the fucking fattest dick I’ve seen yet bounced up and down in the air in front of Wii’s perfectly pouty lips. Grabbing him by the back of his pink ponytail scunchys he almost pulled Wii’s wig off forcing his whole dick down his mouth.
Couldn’t have been done any better. “Fuck, now you’re going to learn what forced means I think” I said laughing.
I had the idea to play with Wii’s dick to tease him while he was being used but I suddenly regretted not bringing my strap on and joining in. Raul was merciless. He only let Wii off his sword long enough for him to catch a breath before impaling him again.
But I did catch on to the cheating game Wii was playing to help him survive his session. I didn’t have my riding crop, my bamboo twitch or my whip since we had taken the BTS so I just took him by his chin and face slapped him 10 times on each side. By this time the makeup that Wael had done so well was melting down his cheeks and the mascara got on my hand as I slapped him making him look even more like some female Joker character from a Batman movie gone wrong.
“Why?” he asked as I was slapping him.
“You want forced and I see you trying to keep his dick from going all the way into your throat, that’s not forced is it?”
So I laid him on the bed with his neck hanging over the edge as if it were waiting for the executioners axe, except in this case there was no axe in the room only a sword haha. Raul straddled Wii’s face and dropped his thick thing into the mouth like a train disappearing into a tunnel.
Wii kicked the bed and I jumped on top of his legs so he shook side to side instead trying to get the dick out of his throat but gravity was against him this time. When Raul pulled out a mess of spit came up with it and Wii breathed as if he had been under the ocean drowning and was catching his first breath at the surface.
He shook. An actual tremble that went through his body, I could feel it just by sitting on his legs. That was the moment that I told you where he would start to hate the session and wish for it to be over. Raul started face fucking him and each time he went balls deep Wii shuddered and even though I was playing with his dick it was shrinking in my hands. So, fuck, I feel bad about what I did but I feel that if he honestly was going to remember the session in the weeks ahead and masturbate hard over it that his dick needed to shrink even more.
I asked Raul to turn him over, lift his chin up and face fuck him that way which would give me access to his ass and the back of his balls.
We spent the last 30 minutes in exactly that position. Wii was spit roasted, my fingers going into his ass the same time Raul’s cock was coming out of Wii’s mouth.
When Raul let Wii’s head drop to the side of the bed and came over to where I was there was this moment where I thought I should stop the session. Again, the animal in men when let loose has no limits and I’m sure that had he gotten a chance to put his fat as fuck dick into Wii’s ass he would have monkey fucked him to death.
I guess Wii realized that too when Raul lifted his ass right off the bed to the doggy style position because he rolled off the bed saying “stop stop enough enough.”
He said it with more emphasis than any safe word I’ve ever heard spoken before. This wasn’t so much as a safe word as it was him hitting his absolute limit.
Forced means forced. Anything less is something that is not being true to the meaning of the word. I looked at Wii sitting on his knees in his own puddle of spit acting like he was some sort of cat coughing up a fur ball clutching at his throat and sort of self massaging it.
“Enough?” Raul finally spoke after an hour of pounding.
Wii just rose his hand in response making a stop gesture. I wondered at that moment if Wii would ever have a cross dressing fantasy again. But I tried to convince myself that it’s not the cross dressing dream that makes this fantasy work, it’s the forced part of it that needs to come to a slow boil over the next few weeks. It’s hard though. I’ve only done two forced sessions now to this extreme and both have had me feeling like “wow, this guy really got his limits pushed.” Is he happy with this? Who could be?
For about 20 minutes Wii disappeared into the bathroom. When he came out he quickly put the 10,000 baht on the small glass top kitchen table and left without saying a word. I too left shortly thereafter and on the bts going home I was really having second thoughts about how far I pushed this cross dressing session. Wael sent me a Line asking me if Wii enjoyed the makeup and I said I honestly didn’t know.
I have this faith that I understand exactly what men want, that I understand their fantasies even better than they do and in some cases like this one, that faith really gets tested in some moments. For three days after the session I didn’t hear from Wii, nor did I dare to even email him to ask him how he was or whether or not he enjoyed his cross dressing fantasy with us.
Then, on the fourth day I got the Apple Sauce email. Faith restored, I do understand men’s fantasies better than most …
Jaa xx
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As I write this, there is a guy getting more psychological domination than he bargained for, and it’s because he knowingly was in on a scheme to trick me. He … well he is getting exactly what he asked for :
I prefer more of a humiliation and psychological domination , embarrassment, etc.
And she, his Hong Kong mistress is gonna get a taste of her own blackmail so i’m gonna let the psychological domination that he so desperately wanted continue on for a few more hours, and he can buy a new ticket and fly home whenever we decide to release him. A bit too extreme? Ya maybe, but i have one hell of an imagination and when it’s unleashed on someone who betrayed my trust, the consequences are on the outer edge of psychological domination .
So let’s start off with his fantasy. He innocently stated that he has a common fantasy, maybe not in the top 3 but definitely in the top 10 of all fantasies asked for which is :
I’m not sure if you would be open to an idea… but…. One of the things that I thought that we could do in the three hours, keeping in mind that I’m looking for humiliation and degradation, is to pick up a girl in one of the bars and I would take her back to the hotel (you would either join me to get her or i can get her and get to the hotel about the same time as you) but you would not let me have sex with her instead you would humiliate me by making me do things while she watches in disbelief.
Doable but not easily though. Bar girls are interested in one thing and one thing only – turnover, and no not pies – how fast she can get you to cum so she can go. Hanging around and watching me make a guy do something in “disbelief” isn’t her thing and anyways, and saying a hooker stares in disbelief at sex is like saying you stared in disbelief at a fat kid eating a bucket of KFC. ( Now if the KFC had a fried rat instead of chicken … ok maybe i’ll allow you a bit of disbelief on your face. )
Now here’s where I find the psychological domination is being played on me by his Hong Kong mistress. I met him at Ploen Chit bts Skytrain station and as I’m on the way I send an sms to him saying I’m 5 mins away to which I get the reply “he is there”. Either this guy talks about himself in the third person and goes by the name of 2pac , 50 cent, or Prince … then I’ve been talking to somebody else.
Or have I?
You see, imagine a scale perfectly balanced and that would represent 50% of all relationships that are vanilla. Most of the other 50% who are interested in following their fantasies a bit more are looking for a scale that is slightly off balance to one side or the other and those are the types who come to see me. Beyond that there’s about 10% of the population left, of which 8% are looking for the “s&m” part of bdsm where they really enjoy enduring pain.
Leaving us with the last 2% who are desperately looking for the scale that is completely unbalanced to the side furthest away from them. Unattainable. Their fantasies are so strange and so bizarre that there is almost nobody in the world who is far enough on the other side of that fantasy to give them what they want.
My first example of this was in a session with one of the original Mistress Jaa’s German customers a few years back when I had just met her. The guy was nice enough, he brought me coffee and chocolate and brought Jaa some spanking toys as he was very very much into heavy spanking , especially face slapping. She often made me summarize super long emails that went on for pages about what every corner of the guys mind is hiding and desiring and this guy was even too much for me to read. On and on he went in how to face slap, the proper form, correct tempo of the slaps, the upsetting of the rhythm, how to be unpredictable in which side to slap, and an essay on the difference between slaps with leather gloves, skin and latex.
But as much as he wrote about his face slapping knowledge, he wrote even more about how dangerous it was for him to come see Jaa for if his Cambodian village Mistress found out he had betrayed her that his life would be over. She would blackmail him to the point that he would have no choice but to live his life in her shack serving her forever because she would be chaining him to the pipes. He would beg over and over to not reveal his real identity for fear that she would find out.
In Thai we say “guanteen” when reading something like that … or “wurrr” both of which suggest “way too fucking much” … or the total tipping of the scale to the far side. The session went off fine, he was completely normal and even maybe over polite if I had to fault him with something and not once did he talk about his Cambodian girl. In fact, he was heading back to Germany a few days after the session and agreed to meet us the next day which was a Sunday saying he may even come back for a Monday session as well before flying on the Tuesday.
We didn’t hear from him until Wednesday when she got an email that said something like “this is the last email i’ll ever be able to write , as I feared she has found me out and has kidnapped me and taken me back to her country. She has all my id, my money and most importantly my address and wife’s phone number which she will use to destroy my marriage if I don’t obey her.”
You know, the obvious thing I wanted to say back to him was “wouldn’t never going home again put a strain on your relationship with your wife anyways?” … but it was her email and her guy to do with as she wanted so I didn’t bother saying anything.
What I learned though is that guys will go so far to realize a fantasy that is so hard to get that they will fully imagine it and try to play it out exactly how they see it in the brain.
That’s what the guy I was meeting last week was up to i was sure of it, right from how he acted all in a panic when I met him. He started by telling me that he had been forced to meet me at the station by his Hong Kong mistress and that she had forbid him to have sex for many years but she wanted to tease him by making him get a whore and then have me not allow him to have sex with her.
He was to do anything I asked of him but to please please please not let him have sex with the prostitute or his Mistress in HK would punish him so much that his life would be in danger.
Fuck .. guanteen … wuur.
Look i’m nice, 99% of my sessions are very sexy seductive teases where I get you to go out of your mind with desire and then use that playfully against you. It’s the 1% you have to be careful about and the only people who get to see that 1% are the people who betray me and the people who play games with me. Right Bruce? Don’t worry babe, only 1002 days left until you can see her again.
“Those girls won’t stay, they’re professional the ones at Nana , we have to go further away” I said to him totally aware that I was sounding like the girls in the movie Hostel, but hey my whole idea was Hostel’ish so it had to be said.
In the taxi I called Mistress Wael and made arrangements with her in Thai.
Mistress Wael is a Chiang Rai girl, poorest of the poor and until I met her was trying to live on 500 baht a day as a cook and had a second job doing massage on her day off to make enough money to survive the month. She’s still my Jr.Mistress in training but think that when you pay her 4,000 for the amazing session she does that she once had to work all week 12 hours a day for the same amount.
So when she made 12,000 baht a month and had to send 5,000 of that back to family it left her with 7,000 to survive on, and so her place that she lived was 1,000 a month. You can close your eyes and think what kind of hole of a place you get for only 1k a month and then think in what kind of dark dingy soi that place must be. She lives at my condo now, but that creepy scary place that is no bigger than a normal bathroom in your country she still keeps. I think she still thinks you guys are lying to her when you say her sessions are great and she’ll wake up and have to go back to living in a place like that. I wouldn’t let that happen even if it did, but it won’t, she’s great and getting better and sexier every month as she finds her true self.
Anyways, the point is , her spooky place was available, and it was time to do some psychological domination of my own.
If you don’t already know, i’m a horror geek. I stay up all night every night watching any horror movie I can get at the market mostly because I’m lonely and by myself all the time and partly because it lets me escape my sister who sleeps in her mountain of filth on the other side of the room. It takes a lot to scare me since I’ve seen so many movies and the only ones that do scare the hell out of me are the ones where I don’t see whatever is bad in the movie because they don’t show it.
Like somebody told me “IT” is the scariest movie they ever saw and I just had to see it. Well, if that movie was scary, either he saw it when he was … oh … 5 and hasn’t seen it since, or … that’s the only movie he’s ever seen. It’s not scary. Why? Because I see the clown. It’s a fu**ing clown. Now the guy who told me to see IT was British and I think all Brit’s (especially one i know) have a pussy between their legs be they male or female, cuz clowns scare everyone in England it seems.
The less you see, the less you are told what’s going on, the more scary the situation is , whether it’s a movie or it’s a guy being driven to a broken down building on a side soi off of a side soi at 10pm at night. Get my point?
I didn’t think he’d come up to the room, but I hadn’t told Wael what was in my mind and she was smiling and polite so it fooled him enough to make him follow us inside.
The security at her place was a drunk guy slouched over his 2 foot high white plastic chair and 20 bottles of Chang beer at his feet which we walked past without disturbing him from his sleep and not even the thick grey door that moaned when I slid it open after Wael unlocked it woke the security guy. The hallway was lit with small fluorescent lights that were far apart enough that we were walking from dim light to darkness and back again as we walked down the cracked walled hallway to the stairs. The walk up to the fourth floor got more and more narrow at the top and we had to duck to not hit our heads on the concrete of the next flight of stairs.
His intuition finally kicked in when Wael opened the door to her little rectangular room that would fit 6 bathtubs side by side and end to end at most. He only stuck his head in and didn’t want to proceed at all.
Fine. We left him there and I had to pull Wael’s hand to do so because she felt sad I think that he didn’t want to go into the place she called home for the past year. So standing outside the room, what were his options? To walk back to the main road. Ya he could have, 10 minute walk would get him to Sukhumvit and the BTS , i don’t think he wanted to make that walk alone though. He was scared, the psychological domination he and his chick had over me was now my psychological domination over him i’d say at that moment.
“Go shower” I told him and Wael opened the door to the box sized room with our Thai toilet and the brown bucket she used to scoop water onto herself when she once showered there.
“In there?” he asked.
“Ya why, it’s Thai, I showered like that since I was a baby, welcome to how 90% of us live.”
He stripped slowly looking for a place to hang his clothes and ended up giving them to me to fold. We closed the door and let him do what we asked him to do … while we quietly left the room and went down to the street again. At the end of the soi there’s a small shack that sells things and was still open so we went there so I could tell Wael what was going on.
It’s about perspective. To a 5 year old Mickey Mouse is a 10 foot rat. I explained to Wael that he will either leave the room pissed off and mad , which is fine. Or, he’s shit scared and won’t be coming out until morning.
“If he calls a taxi?” she asked and I said “not without this he won’t” showing her the mobile phone I borrowed from his pants as I had folded them.
Twenty minutes and two green tea’s later he still hadn’t left the condo. I think it was beyond psychological domination now, I’m sure he was up there thinking he was in a Thai sequel of the Hostel movies. We waited another 10 and went back to finish the game I was playing.
When we got to the 4th floor again he was sitting on the steps outside the room with his purple striped shirt unbuttoned and smoking what looked like his second cigarette since at his foot was the butt of his first.
“My phone” he said holding out his hand.
“Admit to me first that there is no Hong Kong mistress.”
“Yes there’s no HK mistress is that what you want to hear , give me my phone.”
“Why, don’t you want me to make you do all kinds of things to Mistress Wael so she can stare in disbelief?” I laughed getting the words out.
He didn’t answer, he just took the phone I was holding out in my palm and hurried down the stairs to leave the building.
No harm done. Wael learned a bit more about psychological domination and how to play with a guys mind, I learned … hmm … maybe to just keep heading for home if something smells fishy, and he learned … nothing.
Why nothing?
Because the next day I got an email from his Hong Kong Mistress apologizing and saying how i’m just a professional mistress and that I wouldn’t be able to understand the psychological domination that she was performing on him since i’m only in it for the money. As punishment for allowing me to do that to him she …
Did not let him in bed last night, and may not do for a while. I put a sheet on the floor and sprinkled rice on it. That is where he spent the night with his own underwear in his mouth. He was a mess when I woke up. Today his task is to buy a chastity device, which I never thought we would need, but now I think it is the only way. Until now he simply was not allowed to touch with his hands he penis when it us hard but could creatively get himself off and luck up all the mess. He is horrified, that now he can not even dry hump pillows or the couch to get himself off. A whole new chapter begins… So in a way… I thank you. Had it not been for you, we would not have gotten here. And I think I am going to like it…. Take care, Viv
Interestingly, the email was sent from Bangkok.
For us who live on either side of the slightly unbalanced scale, Bangkok is in Thailand, but for those living on the lopsided scale I guess it’s possible to convince oneself that we’re actually from Hong Kong. haha 🙂
Jaa xx
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A GFE (Girlfriend Experience) is something that I think only exists in Thailand and though very few of the working girls in city are smart enough to call it by name it is in fact what they are offering as a service without them even recognizing it because of their stupidity. So before explaining to you the question most asked to me in emails, “what is your mgfe session like?” i should first explain just what exactly what the Isaan version has made it to be.
A GFE is a girl that you can take with you 24 hours a day and not only will she clean your place, put toothpaste on your brush, and lay out your washed and ironed clothes for you to wear in the morning, but you can also cum in her mouth, cum in her ass, and cum in her pussy all before noon every day. Try doing that with your wife 555. All that for the dollar store prices.
Mistress Wael has a friend, Mai, who is living the Thai dream of being a long term gfe in Solleftea Sweden and being paid 15,000 for the month for the pleasure of living in the middle of nowhere. Look I’ve never been to Sweden, Solleftea is probably a nice place … in June. Let’s see in January how much she likes it. Pretty clever, for 500 baht a day a 55 year old guy can have a 25 year old girl as his maid and sexual servant and be the talk of the town in beautiful downtown Solleftea when he takes her for a walk on the weekends.
“Hey is that your wife?” somebody will ask, “No, she’s my gfe”
How ridiculous.
Hey there’s a market for it so let it be. For every semi pretty Isaan girl there are 100 foreigners willing to have conversations for the next 20 years about “where you go today?” and answering “no there is no never never land, it doesn’t exist dear” when watching Peter Pan together. At least the sex is good until she reaches 30, but even then it’s like Logan’s Run where you take her back here, say thank you very much but your palm button has turned red and trade her in for a new 25 year old 5 year lease.
I realized a long long time ago in brain washing camp , you know : school … that things are gonna be the way they are and if I want to be different it’s up to me to change things. So the fact that gfe exists doesn’t bother me, and so I of course have made up my own version of a gfe , called a mgfe or mistress girlfriend experience and it’s so very different than what is out there right now. My last weekend session was a good example of what a gfe or mgfe experience is like so let me tell you how i approached his 4 hour gfe session request …
If it works out we can do a GFE session when I return, with dinner. Interested?
That’s the 25th request in the last month for a 3 or 4 hour session and i have turned down all but 2 of them, this guy’s invitation and one other which I will tell you about today. It’s not about the money, a 4 hour session with me is 12,000 baht, and that I’ve turned down 23 of them means I’ve suggested instead that the less expensive 2 hour session is far better for what the person is suggesting he likes for the session. It’s about making the person coming to see me fully happy. Since most have never truly experienced what it’s like to be teased mercilessly they think that they need 4 hours of it to be fully content. No, most beg for release after the first hour, very few make it to the 1.5 hour mark, and just a precious handful survive the full two hours. Four hours would be unimaginable for most.
That leaves you wondering what do you have to interested in to get me to agree to a 4 hour session? The answer is easy, you have to be interested in me and not yourself.
If your email has the word ‘I’ written more times than the word “you” consider rethinking what you have written before sending it to me.
“I want to cum 4 or 5 times” … go to Mango Massage on soi 24
“I want …followed by a list of 20 things to try in 4 hours” … pick 4 and book 2 hours dee kwaa
But if you want to go from 2 hours up to 4 hours , fill out my form like this guy did …
I feel I am successful because I especially follow Dale Carnegie’s 4th principle of life with everyone who contacts me, which is …
4. Become Genuinely Interested In Other People
The guy who sent me that email seems to be interested in my happiness , and since i’m already interested in his then yes, I think a 4 hour gfe .. or mgfe session is possible. My mission in such is to give you an experience so amazing that you can’t get me out of your head for weeks or months and we’re not gonna get that by staying in a condo room for 4 hours, we need to get out in the city and have fun together.
So the guy who wanted to meet me last Sunday, the same guy you see in my ass worship photos, was coming to see me for a second session and since we clicked so well the first time I wanted to take the things he liked … ass worship , light humiliation , tease & denial … and expand greatly from what we did the first time. So first I got him going with telling him what to wear or not to wear – without giving up where I was taking him or what to expect.
So he can wear anything he wants, nobody’s gonna notice or care … and when I met him at Asoke Skytrain station I made that even more clear by wearing my army short shorts, a sexy tank top and my sunglasses while he showed up in a blazer and dress pants, a perfect mismatch. “Am I overdressed or are you underdressed” he asked and I replied “I told you already, clothes are irreverent for the dinner”.
“So we can just go naked and nobody would care is that it?”
“If you wanted to go naked then yes, nobody would say anything.”
He had to pick up his pace trying to follow me as I naturally walk very fast and it was amusing listening to the ‘clop clop clop’ noise his dress shoes made trying to half job to keep up with me as we headed back to the place he just left his room from … the Sheraton Grand Sukhumvit Hotel.
“We’re going back to my room?” he asked, now completely puzzled by where I was leading him. I had told him to book a room specifically at the Sheraton Grand to make his day even more convenient for him as we only had 4 hours and i wanted to make the most out of every single minute during his evening with me. Sometimes you don’t have to go to a flower garden to seek out roses, you can often find the most beautiful flowers right under your nose if you just take the time to look. Unfortunately most people go through life trying to get from Point A to Point B without realizing all the amazing places in between.
When I say I’m going to take you for a night out in Bangkok you can rest assured I’m not gonna take you to any of the thousands of temples in the city, that you can do on your own. Where I take you depends on what I think might suit the evening and in his case since he pestered me about how much he loves to be teased but that his wife can’t or won’t do that for him, I had the perfect place in mind 20 meters below his hotel room 😛
Men are always trying to trade in their FWE , fucking wife experience for the far more sexy MGFE that let’s them wonder what their life would have been like had they met me first.
I think what makes me different than other girls is that I’m always trying to mess with men’s minds and when I see a scene in a movie where the girl has the man wrapped around her finger, i’ll do my best to re-create that exchange in real life. Ever since I saw Flashdance I’ve tried to imitate the restaurant tease scene but I’m lacking the long legs it takes to be able to slide my foot up your pant leg to your crotch, so I’ve long since found the next best thing that lets me tease guys at dinner …
Dine in the Dark is the sexiest place to have dinner in the city. After finding my succulent pork chop on my dish i ripped a piece off with my thumb and fingers and pulled his head close to mine and let him suck both the pork and the sauce off until my three fingers were perfectly clean.
“Now feed me” I said , sliding my hand down between his legs and held his stiffening dick through his pants as his spoon found my mouth. “You know” I said whispering into his ear, “we could fuck quietly here and nobody would even know” and bit his ear lobe.
He went to kiss me and since I was holding his chin my hand found his cheek quite accurately and the slap shook the darkness like thunder shocks you from your sleep at night. We were sitting in complete darkness, so dark that you cannot even see your finger if you held it an inch from your eye. But though we couldn’t see each other, I could hear him, specifically his breathing which was heavy with my hand caressing the head of his cock … which was ready to burst through his zipper.
On the second bite I let him find my finger and lick the gravy from the vegetables that came with the totally disguised dish. Part of the thrill of the evening is not only my teasing him, but both of us having our taste sensors fully awake wondering what food our mouths were tasting. My dish was a happy mixture of a sour sauce lightly covering my vegetables … asparagus i think, and a rich thick gravy covering my pork or lamb chop , i’m still not sure which it was. The soft mash potato was especially unique to taste because I think the mouth pulls back from soft mushy food as a natural reaction to the horrible baby slop we had to endure the first year of our lives.
My fingers hit his tongue as I tried to find his mouth a third time and like an amphibian his tongue curled and sucked my finger into his mouth … and then spat it out just as fast.
“oh, bitter, what is that? That’s awful”
“Interesting”
“Why interesting?”
“Umm, because most guys say things like “sweet as honey” when they taste my pussy, but you say bitter, so somebody’s lying.”
“again … come on again let me try again … again please”
“Just eat.” but he didn’t take another bite for a minute or two, no doubt trying to suck now on the bit of wetness from my pussy that was in his mouth in an effort to change bitter goo to honey. When his hand went for my leg I let him think he was making progress until he just about hit the honey pot where I lifted it up and guided it back to his lap. One of the things I’ve never liked about a restaurant is that you traditionally sit across from one another. This experience gets you up close and personal with your date as you sit side by side, and in total blackness it adds to the sense of touch being so close and feeling the heat from each others body.
“What would you do to taste it for real?” I asked.
“I would do anything” and he stiffened again when he said that to me as my hand had not left the outside of his pants since the beginning of the meal. “If I locked you in a room and told you that I would face sit you with no panties when we get back to the condo tonight … if you could just get out of the room, would you accept that as your obstacle?
“Ya of course”
“…and if I told you that getting out of the room isn’t that easy, would you still try?” and he replied right away saying “why does this room have a secret exit or something?”
“No not this room, but the room I have in mind is close by.”
Truly it is. How many of you have wandered around Asoke here in Bangkok and had no idea you were seconds away from two of the most amazing experiences in the city? No I don’t mean Terminal 21, though that does have my favorite desert place Secret Recipe and the two best cakes in Bangkok : the Chocolate Lava Cake and the Raspberry Cheese Cake and you can find me eating there many times a week.
Some might argue that my pussy is sweeter than any cake at Secret Recipe but that place between my legs is a 10 star restaurant and you have to earn your seat at the table. All he had to do to earn his seat was get out of a room, how hard could that have been right?
So what i’ll often do is give a guy a chance of a reward on the chance that he simply gets out of the room in time.
If … he has to use a clue, his reward gets severely lessened.
If he has to use two or more clues, he gets the normal session … in this guys case, he would get facesitting with clean panties on.
However, if he cannot escape the room, he must submit himself to whatever I want to do with him without question.
As we inched our way out of the restaurant and back into the eyeball burning sun I reached into my bag and pulled out the dog tail, then the dog ears, followed by the dog leash and collar and finally the dog nose and placed them all in this guys arms to hold and carry.
“For what?” he laughed.
“For you … if you don’t escape the room in time.” and added a few seconds later “woof woof”.
“Meaning?”
“Meaning exactly what it looks like, if you don’t get out of the room within the time allowed you will be walked home as my dog.”
“and if I say no to that?”
“Well then you get the spanking back at the condo with no safe word … your choice.”
With his right hand he did that thing that guys do when they are thinking about making a tough and ultimately stupid decision … they cover their mouth and nose with their hand and squeeze their nose with the first finger and thumb like their trying to remove it from their face.
“Ya ok I agree because i’m sure i’m gonna be tasting your pussy again tonight.”
“Really?” and if you’ve read my stories before you know I say that word often when I hear something I don’t believe or I know is completely false. What I’m doing is basically playing a kinky adult version of Truth or Dare but where the odds are heavily in my favor to win.
You see, the room that i’m talking to is one of the puzzle rooms offered in the very exciting and fun game called The Escape Hunt which is nearly impossible to escape from with the only pressure on you being the one hour time limit you have to find a way out of the room by solving the mystery inside. Once I add the pressure of the doggy experience for losing and have not only shown him the dog suit he will have to wear but had him hold the pieces in his arms the extra pressure occupies a space in the sub-conscious.
I’m thinking you don’t have too much experience on getting out of tight places with only being able to use your brain whereas I’ve gone there so often that it’s second nature to me now. Here, play this much simpler interactive game to see if you can get out of an easier room before agreeing to my humiliation challenge … i give you 5 minutes to solve the video …
See? Not as easy as you think. The fact is only 2% of the population can escape the room with no clues, .002% if you are only counting people from my country … *insert stupid thai tv sound effect here* … and no Boston Rob cannot come save you. I’m one of the .002 by the way, but to be fair I did get my brains in Australia 🙂
He actually did really well, for the first 10 minutes. There are about 3 doors and 3 other locks you have to open with both clues and false clues alike everywhere in each room. At 15 minutes he said he needed a clue.
“I’ve done it before so if you ask me, i might or might not give you a good clue, but you won’t be punished any further. If you pick up the phone and ask your Room Supervisor she will help you for sure, but you not only get nothing as I told you earlier but you will also be punished even more if you do not escape after you get the clue.”
He asked me , and since I was in a good dog walking mood yesterday I gave him a useless clue. At 30 minutes I could clearly see both the excitement from the fun of the game and the frustration on his face growing with each passing minute. At 40 minutes he walked right past me and picked up the phone looking at me with the devil in his eye. Our cute Room Supervisor came in and looked at me since I was just sitting there laughing but I pointed to him and said to help my slave because he’s gonna need a lot of help in the next 20 minutes.
At 10 minutes I started to count down the minutes one at a time by saying “Woof” at the end of each minute.
With ‘woof woof’ minutes left to play he picked up the phone again. The room was a mess with papers, glasses, paints, typewriters, cameras, photos scattered all over the floor and him sitting in the middle trying to figure out how a broken camera somehow had the last clue he needed to get inside the hidden safe he had found. When the room supervisor told him that he missed a very important clue on the wall in the third room he ran back with a minute left.
‘woof’ I said loudly as he came running back with a key and a box. He got it open at 50 seconds left and right at 30 seconds left a light bulb went off in his head. If he had 2 extra minutes he might have had time to solve the room and escape but instead i counted down the last 10 seconds with a ‘woof’ between each one and the time ran out just as he figured out the secret message that he had written on the board 50 minutes before. His failure was that he didn’t appreciate how clever he was at the beginning, and one of the clues that i am sure everybody who plays that room will miss … he actually got, and he wrote it on the wall. Too bad.
Drinking tea a few minutes after he was still trying to put together the lost clues and figure out the mystery … as I was holding his dog collar in my hand.
“Please he said looking up … i’ll take the extra punishment in the room instead Mistress” his eyes almost pleading.
“Fine” I said standing up for the ‘loser photo’ yet again, wondering if there is a guy out there who is indeed clever enough to one day stand beside me with the “We Escaped” photo being taken.
His gfe date was about to get very kinky, but not in the way the Isaan gfe dates usually go. What did that gfe girl above say she offered? 69, cim and anal sex , and that “if you are looking for something a little different and really special for your trip in Bangkok then here she is.” Well if she was talking about me she got the anal rape part right, just now how she does it i’m quite sure.
cim for me means ‘cane in muscle’ … as in my spanking cane landing hard into your ass muscle.
Since he had used two clues and that he chose not to endure the dog walking treatment he got his facesitting fantasy downgraded to me wearing my Mango jeans on his face and that he didn’t get out as well so his tease was going to be a bit of a punishment and not a fun thing for him this time.
I tied him to the bed , 1 hand but both feet so that he had his left hand free on the bed at my condo.
“You’re going to tease & denial yourself … and i’m going to help you.”
I sat down above his face and let him naturally start to play with himself with his wrong hand, or I assumed it would be his wrong hand since he had used his right hand to write on the board back in the room. “I’m gonna give you 30 seconds to cum , starting now” and not surprisingly he didn’t really do that good of a job trying to get his dick to orgasm. Not until I tickled him for the next minute while sitting on his face struggling to breathe as he laughed until he cried. Then when I told him he had 30 seconds to orgasm his second attempt had a bit more effort. But still, no shower of cum made me have to tickle him again.
“Stop, please stop” he pleaded.
“You want me to stop then cum, or it’s gonna be a long two hours for you.”
He wanted to answer but before he could the tickling started again, this time under his right arm pit where he couldn’t close the space and it was too far from his free left arm to assist him. The tickling was merciless for the whole minute until I stopped suddenly and started the countdown again from 30. This time he took a good 10 seconds to catch his breath as I sat up off his face to give him all the air he needed to try to cum. He couldn’t do it in 20 seconds so we began again.
I reached down to between his legs and tickled with my fingers the insides of his thighs because those too were out of reach of his left hand and neither could he close his legs.
Have you ever been in a bad situation that you have to face no matter how bad it is and how bad the result could be if you do face the problem? I had that when my dad left, when I saw him walk away for the last time at 9yo and I remember the day the crying finally stopped and I told myself that I have to face what had happened. It was even harder to tell myself that things were not ‘going to be ok’ than it was to sit there and be sad about it but I did.
That’s a harsh comparison but if you’ve ever been in a tickle torture you’ll know that the feeling of having to face your problem is about the same. Each passing minute that you have to endure the torture the recovery time gets longer and your strength gets weaker. It took him all together about 25 minutes to reach the point of convincing himself that he couldn’t be tickled … much … and that he better get serious about cumming for me or like I said it was going to be a long 2 hours.
At 30 minutes he learned the secret of escaping from the tickle torture, only the 10th to do so in all the tickle sessions I’ve done. About 10, give or take 1 or 2 … the point is that most can’t think after a few minutes and it just becomes a wonderful hell for 2 hours.
He trickle exploded after 35 minutes and exploded isn’t the word I need but I don’t know how to describe the man’s orgasm when the cum just leaks out with no energy. It kinda appears like magic is the best way to describe it.
“I came, I came look” he said showing me the leakage on his thumb dripping down to his tummy.
“You used 2 clues today right?” I asked back.
“um, yes twice, why?”
“because that’s how many times you’re gonna cum for me now” and I wiped off the remaining cum, put 2 squirts of oil into my hand and viciously rubbed the sensitive top part of his dick back and forth as fast as I could to make him scream into my jeans. That took 15 minutes, half of which was just me pumping a dead dick until he finally got hard 10 minutes into his second time. By then his cock was red and he wasn’t enjoying it. I guess it becomes more like a “get it out of me” type of feeling … the same kind I get when a guy tries not to cum for 1/2 an hour during sex.
But I did give him a choice before he came … “tease and denial for the last 45 minutes or finish you?”
“no more , just finish me” he begged.
Just like I said, most of the guys think they want tease & denial and think they can endure it but cannot.
“How was the gfe in your mind?”
“It was perfect, it wasn’t a session it was the funnest kinkiest gfe date i’ve ever had.” he said.
“That’s because it was an MGFE , and not the typical GFE.”
“Then I’m sold on MGFE forever” he laughed 🙂
Jaa xx
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The rape session began in the hotel lobby which was loud with a drunken group of Japanese tourists waiting at the lift before me. Too many, too dangerous I thought and then laughed at the irony that the two of us were pretending to be just as dangerous as them.
Junior Mistress Wael had silently said as much walking far behind me to avoid them. I had counted 10 of them staggering into the lift and holding the door open for me as if to politely invite me to get raped willingly. We instead waited for the next elevator which arrived and spilled out 5 more Japanese guys making me think that somehow the taxi had dropped me off in little Tokyo. With all of them being small I got the image of the guy I was going to see to be equally small and easy to overpower.
What was on my mind was just how exactly I was going to rape this guy.
I had not talked to him about it as I had done in my first rape session which had been well planned and scripted in our sms conversations. He had simply said that he wanted it to feel like a real rape and that I had asked him to talk to me on Skype before the session to say on camera that he was asking to be raped for my legal protection only made him more excited. In reality, this was not like my Tease & Denial seducing type sessions that I have a lot of experience with.
Most men are full of bravado when it comes to exploring their sexuality, they say they want to push their limits when really what they want is to be touched and held in a delicate but dominant manner and willingly obey every command I give them. There is nothing “forced” about any of my sessions, I am simply getting in touch with the fantasy that you have suppressed the furthest into your sub-conscious. But this guy definitely wanted to feel forced, he had said so countless times in his second of only two emails.
It’s very unlike me to have only 2 emails of conversation with a customer before agreeing to meet him. The average is about 30 back and forth conversations and they sometimes go as high as 1 or 2 hundred before meeting. I really like to know who is coming to see me and what makes him think the way he does. That familiarity allows me to be very intimate in my sessions.
But seeing somebody on one very long but very detailed rape fantasy and then promising that I could fulfill his wishes was maybe overstepping what is actually possible.
The door had been left open a crack as I had requested.
We slipped into the room quietly enough, the tv was loudly playing some show … actually it sounded Japanese now that I think about it lol. However the guy wasn’t short, and didn’t at all look like Mr.Miyagi, he actually looked like Jim Carrey all tall and gangling walking without much coordination, kind of like how my dance partners have been at my Friday night salsa classes this month.
Now, I was there the session that the original Mistress Jaa used an air gun to shoot at her slave’s balls after she had him strapped to a door inside her condo. If you remember the photo, one of her shots actually hit the side of his dick, but what I remember was the terror on his face. She was always good at taking guys out of their safe zone and putting them in situations of such discomfort that they were as real as could be. So I had brought my friend’s pistol air gun to recapture some of that fear that my mentor Jaa had created that day and it worked immediately after removing it from my purse.
His hands shot into the air and the look on his face went from trying to follow my lead to considering jumping off the 30th floor balcony behind him. I told him to turn around and face the balcony giving the play gun to Mistress Wael as she walked around the bed so that she was in his eye sight and drew his focus of attention. It helped that she was holding it like Tom Cruise held his gun in the movie Collateral with the same stone look on her face.
Thus, he didn’t even see my Muay Thai kick to his balls coming. His face hit the rug with his hands awkwardly laying upside down behind him and the thud was loud, louder than the wheezing sound he made as he drooled spit from his mouth. I tossed Wael the handcuffs in my bag as I strapped his feet together and as he wiggled on the ground we then both attached his hands to his feet with the hogtie strap that i use.
“don’t hurt me” he squeaked out after catching his breath.
“i’m not here to hurt you babe, i’m here to fuck you” i said as I pulled down his pants and underwear to his ankles.
I think only then he started to see that this was just part of the session … and that we were not there to hurt him. Well maybe a little bit lol. Because rape is rape … i am not going to take 30 minutes to tease you and make your dick and ass horny for my finger to go inside slowly … and then 2 fingers … and then small dildo just before you cum. So I put his feet over his head to show his ass and i put on my strap on while Mistress Wael sat on his face to smother him.
I put the Cisco Cooking Fat that i carry in my purse on his ass and in one shot i put all the dildo deep inside his ass because the oil is so slippery. With my hand and Wael’s hand playing with his dick and balls at the same time I fucked his ass hard and he tried to breath under her pussy and ass … i think it really felt like a rape session for him for the 2 minutes it took him to cum.
We left him wrapped in saran cooking foil , took the 10,000 for the session from his wallet … and the soaps and shampoo from the bathroom too lol … and that was it.
As real as it gets right? Rape should be rape … it should feel like you are being attacked with no choice to get out. If it feels like acting out a play then it isn’t rape is it? I think a rape session is the hardest to act out. It has to be real , feel real , and that means you have to be scared , terrified almost. But then it isn’t really fun is it? At what point does fun stop being important for the session and the fantasy become more important? It is a really thin line and one I am still trying to find a balance with. I always want the session to be as real as it gets … even rape … but sometimes I have to stop and think that it has to have a limit.
It’s not just rape fantasies … yes rape fantasies are hard like that but also castration fantasies … toilet training fantasies … kidnap and blackmail fantasies. All these can be done so seriously that the fun is only when you think about it after … and not while it is happening to you. I’m thinking after that session that it’s better to keep things fun and sexy most times and only occasionally do the as real as it gets sessions. Too many, too dangerous.
Jaa xx
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Mistress Wael will be doing my sessions this week as I am on vacation from Tuesday June 2nd to Friday June 5th inclusive as I continue on my 2015 world tour of Indonesia and Turkey next month.
Wael’s bdsm session is at a reduced rate while I’m gone, so from the 2nd to the 5th you can see her for 5,000.
Her specialty session is her Tease & Denial Massage session. It doesn’t involve bdsm at all, it is you and her and the 2 hours you have to survive her Tease & Denial edging.
Tease & Denial Oil Massage
2 hours : 4,000 baht
You can either try her Tease & Denial straight massage which is agonizingly relaxing …
or you can try her Tease & Denial game “20” which is both the most exciting and the most frustrating 2 hours you’ll have in your life.
Whichever you choose, you’ll have fun. Enjoy … ’til I get back from Bali.
I’ll be writing and doing sessions again Saturday evening ok 🙂
Jaa xx
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Let me tell you what it is not however, for it is not something that you write me like you are ordering steak from a menu. Consider it an off the menu item in an exclusive restaurant that you need frequent often in order to be shown the vip room where items like that would be considered being served.
