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“With all due respect , you shouldn’t call this a Dirty Panty Session.”
“What should I call it then” I asked.
“You should call it a Filthy Panty Session , Mistress Wael.”
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Just like that I learned a new useful word … filthy.
My gym panties … the ones I wear to the gym every day .. are filthy dirty.
They’re not sexy , they’re not lace , they’re not lingerie … they are just super comfortable for working out in and I only have one pair. And so, I put them on … no matter how filthy … every day before I head out to the gym.
I try to always hold my sessions after I work out because I love nothing more than to hear the cries of my slaves when I sit on their face and rub their nose into my filthy panties.
It’s very funny to me. Because they think that is the worst their session is going to get.
Then they see me take my panties off. It’s natural. They get excited because they get to see my pussy but I did not take my panties off to give them a free show between my legs.
I will turn around. Bend over. And I will wipe my ass hard and deep with my white panties and show the deep brown stain to you with a smile.
Only then … will I put my panties all inside your mouth for you to suck on. Don’t worry … I make 100% sure the crotch sticks to your tongue before I push the rest in.
And? Then what?
My naked ass hole goes on your nose … of course.
Doesn’t matter to me that you can’t breathe and you feel like your nose will broken. I try to give you one breathe before you pass out.
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It’s not a 5 minute part of the session ok. Not even 10 or 15 minutes. I sit like that until I have a very large fart to feed you.
You should feel lucky then. I take the filthy panties out from your mouth. And you can breathe normal too … are you not happy?
I can’t do math very well. I cannot do science very well. I was good at nothing in school. Only volleyball maybe.
But one thing I can do verrrry well.
I can fit my asshole perfectly over your mouth.
Yes you have to support all my weight with your jaw very wide open for me. Yes it hurts. I don’t care.
I need you to to do that for me so my wet fart can enter perfectly into your throat … not your mouth.
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Because in your throat … you can taste my fart for a very long time after.
Then like sealing cheese in a dark room … i wipe my ass again with my panties and seal my fart in your throat with them.
This is my Mistress fantasy. To laugh at you while you deal with smell.
Your head mistress likes clean facesitting …
and I love filthy facesitting …
and I think that is one big difference between her and me.
It started in school. I used to sit on boy’s faces and ask them how many fish they smell.
Now in my sessions I play the same game with pussy worship facesitting sessions.
My goal is to get you to say 100 fish.
Because in school I had one boy I loved to fight him and sit on his face when I win and always he would kick and cry and scream and say 100 fish 100 fish 100 fish.
Suffer. The more you suffer … the more I enjoy to tease your cock … so you will say yes to want to sufer more.
It’s crazy yes? I don’t know why I am like that. The more you suffer the more I enjoy the session.
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I asked your head mistress in her vacation did she make her slave sleep with his face in her ass … and she say no. omg !!!! Why not?
Every mistress girlfriend experience session I do … I always make my slave sleep with his nose in my asshole all night.
I fart often and I pee often when I sleep.
A perfect slave for me means I never have to move all night … I just use him.
That is why I train my slaves to drink my pee one drop at a time. No mess. Every slave I have can drink my pee for 10 minutes like that.
And I love it because I don’t have to get up and walk to the bathroom.
Ladyboy ‘s and SpitRoasting , it’s like Peanut Butter and Jam , they’re meant for one another.
Just like that juicy mouthwatering pb&j sandwich though , it’s “that” much better tasting when there’s an extra slice added to the sandwich.
So just as I’m doing again tonight by inviting Mistress Wael to help out with my spitroasting session , I asked if she could help out for the first session on my first day back from Europe a few days ago.
Like waking up in the hospital after being knocked out for an operation and you need an extra pair of hands to help balance as the wooziness wears off – so it is with me on my first session back after a lengthy break.
Which means, it was kind of just sheer luck that inviting Wael to help me out when working with Ladyboy Diane for the first time was such a great idea for the session.
I just wanted someone there to bounce ideas off of.
Doing sessions as a Mistress Girlfeiend while travelling around Europe is wholly different than doing sessions back home here in my condo.
The former is just me being me and guys getting a sample of what it’s like being my slave boyfriend and seeing the demands put upon them.
Sessions here are simply a tumble into the rabbit hole of seduction , but thing is – I hadn’t done a proper session with a Ladyboy since the days of working with original Jaa and Ladyboy Natty who worked as a team for all those years way back when.
Needless to say , I was a bit nervous at how it’d all play out.
Especially since I hadn’t seen Ladyboy Diane in person yet , though Mistress Wael had.
When she showed up at my door , I was impressed , especially of her long flowing hair and her exceptionally slim waist line.
Any Ladyboy , post a certain age, usually has problems with exploding hips and an ever expanding waist line as they fill into their male bodies ; but not Diane.
Damn, she was thin , hot , and sexy.
Not with the super sweet personality of Mistress Wael , nor the cute but sometimes thorny personality of mine ; hers found a nice place between us which suited me just fine.
We had all settled in nicely and were quite friendly with one another already when our boy toy showed up finally , a full 5 minutes late – so he was met at the door with an instant 5 lashes from me to teach him some discipline with respect to time.
The events of the session aren’t what’s important here , rather the inclusion of Mistress Wael is – once we got down to the business of spit roasting the guy.
When I teach people the finer points of how to be a proper Mistress , I always begin with what I call “active hands”.
For instance, say we’re talking about something as simple as getting a guy to approach the bed to suck on my feet.
Back when I was teaching Mistress Wael how to approach something as simple as this , she had him begin by smelling her feet , then lightly kissing, and finally being allowed to lick and suck each particular toe.
“What about the hands?” I questioned.
“Hands?” she had replied.
“Your hands are inactive, just as his are. If each hand represents 25% of activity , the session you’re giving is 100% less effective than it could be.
Men are super sensitive to touch , so having his thigh stroked lovingly with one hand while the other hand holds his cheek firmly … as he toe sucks … creates a wonderful sensory overload but that’s only half effective as it could be.
For his hands are innactive , so I told her – why not have one hand massage your foot while his other hand strokes his dick?
Then and only then are we extracting a high amount of sensory input and giving him something to remember.
I mean, there’s also smell … her face with her lovely perfume could at one moment be an inch from his cheek telling him how good of a sissy toe sucker he is … and letting him inhale her fragrance.
That activates both smell and sound sensors , especially if she’s whispering into his ear lightly enough to make the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
But for this story’s purposes, we’re only dealing with active hands.
And why?
Well because when it came time to spit roast the guy … Ladyboy Diane took the front position and began pounding his throat whilst I was at the back plowing the cave … that’s par for the course when it comes to spitroasing technique.
Usually , this kind of action is enough for whomever is on the receiving end of such a pounding , it’s their dream to get used in such a humiliating way after all.
But what if we can up the stakes a bit, huh?
What if we can make him roll his eyes to the back of his head as hits his sensory limit and begins to shudder all over his body?
Again, for the sake of humility , her being there was just out of sheer luck as I had pleaded for her to stop by.
The guy had only agreed to the usual 10k damage to the wallet for including a ladyboy with the session , so in fairness to Wael she could have left right when the session started since we’d been talking an hour before his arrival already.
But regarding her , there’s nothing she loves more than using … well she’s made me promise not to give away her secret technique as she’s writing about it for her next story … let’s just say she absolutely loves making guys roll their eyes up into their head and quivering by handling the dick the way she does.
Just how effective adding active hands to take care of his dick while having both holes filled can be summed up by the first thing our slave said a few seconds after he had a moment to collect his thoughts: “Did I just fuck Mistress Wael?”
We laughed, “no.”
“What just happened” he said as he took the towel I had handed him to wipe Diane’s goo off his face.
“You got used” I replied.
“No, I was fucking somebody , I swear.”
“It was you who got fucked” said Diane , and then she gestured with her lovely eyes at me , “by her … and hard.”
Our slave prodded his tender ass in agreement but kept staring at Mistress Wael. “What did you do with my cock? It felt like I was getting laid.”
This is why the process of spitroasting a guy has to be hard core , the guy has to be serverly fucked deep and fast in both holes just so he has a hard time keeping up with what’s going on.
Give him a moment to focus , and for sure his brain would concentrate on what exactly Mistress Wael was doing with his dick at the same time.
But we denied him that chance to think.
Instead we sent him home with more questions than he had answers for.
Which is exactly what I try to aim for each and every session … have the guy ask himself “what the fuck just happened in there” referring to my room.
Guys are so in control of their sexual lives right from day one. They control when they masturbate , they control how many times the cum a day , they control what happens in the bedroom , and more often than not they control how they fuck.
So to walk away from one of my sessions having controlled none of that , and even have them asking themselves just how exactly they got fucked … well something like that lingers in a man’s mind perpetually.
In this case it was just the addition of a “hands on” experience courtesy of Mistress Wael to send his mind into perpetual linger-ation. (is that even a word? I guess it is now haha)
Ladyboy Diane was fantastic too. The whole evening was fantastic. … and I feel great everytime I’m able to pull off such an experience for my guys.
Forced Bi , when neither forced , nor bi – but ‘accidental” is so incredibly hot that one might say it’s unparalleled.
Like a pair of bookends , my last session prior to my European vacation and my first session back , have both involved my newest Ladyboy interests … and a bit of trickery.
The trickery part of things … I’m not that proud of , gotta admit, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do – to get your fantasies properly played out as to your expectations.
So we’re first going to address the last session I did before my month in Italy which , when I read the email detailing the session request back in early July I thought once again it’d be impossible to pull off due to the frequent mention of the word “friends” in his comments.
See, the biggest drawback of being a Mistress in one’s own backyard is it requires a life of solitude. One just can’t risk having friends – and one of the biggest reason’s I love my expansion lately into being a European Mistress is that I get to be myself and be the social butterfly that is couped up inside of me.
There’s two things that have me down in the dumps living here at “home” , the minor one being the awful cluttered layout of the new condo I’m renting which lacks the space I had before, but the second and more important reason is the utter lack of social activity which blankets my emotions as time wears on.
I truly do feel like SuperGirl trapped in her Kingdom of Solitude when forced to spend time here.
So when I got an email suggesting that me and a few of my “friends” get together to laugh at this new slave as he served at our beck & call , well … usually a sense of despair drips down my spine knowing it’s something I’m totally unable to do for you.
Until … Mistress Wael started by chance stumbling upon a couple of younger and innocent ladyboy’s in her own last Mistress’s Girlfriend trip to Pattaya.
One of the things she likes to do when she has a few days with the same slave is to keep him locked up in chastity and teasing him to the brink of orgasm every night – only to lock the guy’s dick back up again – telling him he has not yet proven himself worthy of an orgasm.
Inevitably the guy will ask “what do I have to do to prove myself worthy?” … and she’ll lead him down his own road to hell for her reply.
In her last case , the trip to Pattaya she was on … she took the guy out shopping … for hot girls he particularly liked. Three of them to be precise.
Now that’s a shopping trip I’d reckon any man would be keen to go on, amiright? lol
At his expense , they were all brought back to his hotel room , where she grabbed her purse and headed out the door just a tick before midnight … and told the guy before she left that he was to fuck all three of them … without cumming … and tossed one girl the key to his chastity.
Whether or not he failed at his task is a story for her to tell , my reasoning for giving you the backstory to her session so far is to let you know how she stumbled upon the two ladyboy’s we’re thinking of introducing.
Kicking around the streets of Pattaya after midnight on one’s own for a few hours isn’t a fun thing to do.
Luckily for her she ran into Arita at the small temple where she had gone to pray and make an offering that late at night.
Arita , he/she a 20 year old ladyboy had just made the trip from her small northern town of Pisunurob to take up life on the streets of Pattaya.
Interestingly, that’s how Jaa met this website’s first ladyboy … Natty , while praying at a temple years ago in Samut Prakan.
Natty was also 20 at the time, and also a lost soul trying to find her way in Bangkok.
“If you’re afraid of getting a rotten apple, don’t go to the barrel , get it off the tree.” … I suggest you watch the clip below from The Untouchables …
Finding someone at the temple of a Wat at half past midnight in Pattaya is about as far away from the barrel that you’re gonna get in this country.
Innocence. It’s something I greatly covet when seeking a ladyboy to work with.
Except, “this town stinks like a whorehouse at low tide” … also a quote from the movie above , is a perfect way to describe either of our not-so-great cities here , and you’d have a greater chance of finding a fat kid with a stick of broccoli than you’d have of finding an innocent ladyboy.
So Wael and Arita ended up talking ’til 3am – when finally her slave was finished being banged every which way but loose and she had to return to his room for the night.
Yet before they went their separate ways they exhanged numbers , and it wasn’t long before the chance came to try her out for a first session.
Of course I’m referencing the guy’s request for a humiliation session with a group of my “friends” , and in lieu of such since I’m void of any , I decided to ask Wael if Arita could join us and if she could tow along a friend of hers.
Which she did …she brought along Ladyboy Za … aks: the girl next door you always wanted to fuck since you were 13 years old.
Except in this case , that girl next door ended up fucking you … in the only hole you have where the sun don’t shine.
They are so different , Arita and Za.
With Arita , I see the potential.
I always have a problem with Ladyboys because I see them as dude’s wearing makeup , no matter how much they try to pass as one of us.
So ya, when I first saw Arita , she to me is like the innocent naive girl – Bambi like I suppose one could say , with decent English and a heat that’s looking more for love than it is for income from sessions.
In Alladin-speak , she’d be the “diamond in the rough” , one who’d take the most work to teach her the ways of being a clever Mistress , but since she’s so young and inexperienced it’s like working from a clean slate.
Za on the other hand. I’ve seen her as a dude and I’ve seen her as the country girl who lives next door so I’m of two minds about her.
That’s because when they arrived at my condo along with Wael they hadn’t spent much time on makeup , and Za was wearing a wig lazily put on that was very unbecoming of her. So I had my tongue in cheek , trying to bite my lip that this guy was going to flip out when he saw my friends were dude’s.
Then , as happened with Natty in days of yor so many times … they’d disappear into my bathroom (or Jaa’s bathroom back in the day) … and reappear as wholly different people which absolutely shocks me every time I see the transformation.
Arita popped out first and looked , hmm , powerful in appearance. Of the three I’ve met so far , I’d say Arita has that look one would expect of a ladyboy Mistress. Passable for sure , but firm , strong posture.
Za absolutely floored me when she showed her face in the living room a moment later.
Put it this way , if I was a dude, I’d of fucked her right then and there. I even had to fight off my lesbian(ish) feelings to want to get a taste of her pussy because … well she doesn’t have one lol.
Anyways, with the right low lighting , I started to get an idea that I could expand on the feelings I had of the two and apply these desires to my unsuspecting slave who was about to arrive in a few hours time.
Which brings us to the trickery part of the evening. (One sec. May I say please that it’s damn unatural how many times I have to slip in the word forced bi for it to be seo efficient. sigh. forced bi , forced bi, oh and forced bi) (sorry, continue reading)
Candlelight sets a mood , and in low light , somewhat pretty girls can look quite stunning … especially after a few glasses of fine Bordeaux wine affecting judgement.
So I broke out not one but two bottles of my finest … and by finest I mean a 2 year old Beaujolais and a 3 year old Bordeau , which set me back a mere 1k baht so I’m no conoisseur of vintage wine … let’s put that myth to rest.
I got both girls up to speed on what I had planned vs what the customer was expecting and they went along with it. Luckily too because Ladyboy’s don’t come cheap , but throw them a free meal and free wine … and all becomes possible , at least for an evening.
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What if the “girl” next door , that one you always fantasized about, ended up banging you instead … with me instructing her on just how exactly I want your virginity taken. 🙂 pic.twitter.com/SpDr4Mf3fx
I made sure to sit on the same sofa with Charles once he showed up – just to make him feel more comfortable as he’s had multiple sessions with me before and we have a comfort zone between us , one that allows me to easily step inside his personal space.
So there he was with his head upon my lap , choosing which among the 20 toes dangling in front of his mouth that he’d rather suck on as they glistened beneath the candlelight from the nightstand adjascent the sofa.
Encouraging him to drop a bit of tasty wine on each of the toes not only accelerated the amount he had to drink but he gleefully listened to my orders as I told him to pour some on Za’s ankle … and then Arita’s shin … followed by Za’s knee … and higher and higher up the leg he went.
I can tell you his cock was raging hard as I had a hold of it through the outside of his trowsers , and by the time he reached Arita’s thigh it was pounding with blood. So much so that I thought he might cum in his pants if I squeezed too hard so I let off some.
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His fantasy of being humiliated was just around the corner , albeit not remotely in the way he had imagined.
“If you suck one of them , you have to suck both , do you agree to that? I whispered in his ear as he was kissing the inside of Za’s thigh.
Here’s an interesting observation I got out of that moment … I think it’s equally exciting for a Ladyboy to have a “Crying Game” moment where the guy has absolutely no clue the person he’s enamored with is a boy.
My theory is that it validates their appearance of being a girl as one of perfection … even if just for a moment.
Both Za and Arita were slack jawed as they both knew Charles still had absolutely no clue how close he was to cock and not pussy. When I said “suck” to him , I have no doubt in my mind that he thought of pussy when I suggested it to him.
He chose Za first which was really cool because she was seated furthest from the three candles so it was quite dark down there between her legs and indeed it took a moment for his brain to compute just what his tongue was licking once it got inside of her panties.
He pulled back in shock.
But my hand pressed immediately against the back of his head and wouldn’t let him.
“Take it out” I told Za , and she complied.
There the snake lay an inch before his mouth and poor Charles wanted nothing to do with it at that moment. He couldn’t even speak , he was absolutely flabbergasted and without voice.
The only other time I’ve ever seen a guy without the ability to speak was way back in University when I bummed a ride to class and hid on the floor of the back seat of the car … hidden under a grey blanket … while she stopped off and picked up her boyfriend. For what seemed like ages I crouched motionless as she pulled out of his soi and made her way to the main road. Then in the middle of their conversation I popped out of the back seat and grabbed him from behind by his shoulders. That’s the only time I ever saw terror make a human unable to utter a sensible word , and instead make the screeching sound of an owl.
I wouldn’t say Charles was in a state of terror , but rather a state of absolute confusion … which to all of us was hillarious and the laughter from us all rang out through the living room. It was near hysterical as he finally tried to conjure a word but could only come up with saying “How, how …… how” over and over whilst I held him in place by the back of his long flowing black hair.
“You agreed to suck it” I said to him again … “You clicked agree” I added which was a reference to a SouthPark episode I love … and that I added that bit threw into hyserics as well.
“Hmmm , I’m gonna click on … Decline” … was not an option for Charles sad to say.
But it wasn’t as hard as you might think to get a guy to suck dick for the first time in his life … accidentally. (every guy’s forced bi dream)
Why, you ask?
Well because Za , unlike Arita , has a nice set of boobs … and as we all know, man’s ability to think goes right out the window when presented with a pair in his hand to fondle.
So that’s what I did , I manually places his hand on her tit and just as he looked up at what he was grabbing I pushed him onto her meat and it slipped all the way down his hungering throat ever so easily.
Had I been bold , I would have gotten Arita to come behind him and spitroast my slave.
But it was a magical moment … for me at least … and pushing things too fast too soon could ruin the whole moment if he balked at the idea.
In my favor, I knew the things he liked from our many sessions before … none of which ever included me pegging him in the ass with a dildo.
Not wanting to push things too far , my intentions were to just let him suck on Za’s dick a bit.
Except, I think Charles’s absolute reluctance to suck dick when added to his shock of finding out Za was a ladyboy … had made Za herself a little too excited , and it wasn’t but a few seconds before she exploded … unnanounced … deep into Charles’s throat.
Now , one can tell quite quickly whether or not a guy has sucked dick before … or a girl for that matter.
There’s a limited number of reactions to a cumshot experienced people have. Either they a) avoid it all together or they b) pull off just enough to let it hit their face in a messy spray or they c) pull far away and jerk the cum out. In the rare case they get caught with a surprise cumshot to the mouth they make a beeline to the bathroom.
Neither of those reactions applied to Charles.
He made the critical mistake of half choking / half coughing on the cum stuck in his throat … which if you don’t know … sends it directly up the nostril channel. That’s a hell of a wrong thing to do because if you then try to breathe through your nose , you can’t.
Which is panic inducing. Which is what happened to Charles .. he went into full panic mode.
But I wouldn’t let him go anywhere , my hand was firmly and forceably holding his head in place.
“Don’t …” I didn’t get to finish my helpful suggestion as he did just what I was going to warn him not to do …. “don’t try to blow it out your nose” , because that just connects the gooey mess to that which is caught in the mouth making a fully connected circle of cum which blocks both airways.
That caused horrific dry heaving as the cum dripped slowly from every orifice on his face onto the wooden floor of my condo.
All of which was just spectacular to witness and sorry to say but we just couldn’t stop laughing. It had affected him too because his ears were red as beats and his cheeks shining under the candlelight.
Poor Charles was getting all the humiliation he had wanted … and then some.
After 5 whole minutes of ridding his throat of cum he finally was able to look up with glazed wet eyes from all the coughing and heaving.
When he did , there was Arita’s cock dangling in front of his mouth.
I’ll give Charles this much credit … in the 7 years I’ve been a Mistress , I’ve seen guys “try” and pull away from sucking dick when being forced to. “Forced bi” is never really “forced bi” if you know what I mean. Forced bi means you don’t want it. Except … you really do.
But for Charles , that second cock indeed was the hardest I’ve ever had to shove , push , and spank to get a guy to suck. He absolutely wanted no part of having another gooey explosion in his throat and for certain he knew at that point …. cocksucking wasn’t his thing.
Yet, a promise is a prromise.
I reminded him of this many times as I slapped and spit on his face.
“You don’t have to be gay tomorrow” I told him matter of factly , “but for all intensive purposes , right now , at this moment … you’re gay as fuck … and you’re sucking the cum out of her dick whether you like it or not.”
I was quite mad. I’ve never had to really push a guy onto a cock before … it was like trying to force a cat into a full bathtub of water.
In Thai I told Arita to do what she had to do to cum quickly. I wanted to match the shock value.
So she took Charles by the back of his head and launched her cock deep down his throat , and it was his repeated gagging as she held him balls deep that made her explode just as quickly.
The ability of man to adapt , that’s humanity’s greatest asset.
Charles had adapted. He swallowed it like it was a scoop of Ben & Jerry’s finest vanila ice cream. Granted, he shuddered with every muscle of his body after he did so , numerous times, but he ate it like a pro.
As soon as he did he looked up at me and begged “please Mistress can I go now?”
I looked at both Za and Arita , and we all shrugged our shoulders in agreement , “of course .. leave quickly.”
And so .. he scampered quickly to the door where he put on his shoes as fast as he could , hopping up and down on his right foot as he tried to get the heel of his running shoe over his left ankle.
There was a moment of absolute silence as he slipped out the door, but a moment after my condo door had clicked shut we all simultaneously let out a final chorus of laughter that must of rung his ears all the way on his walk to the elevator.
Hmmm. I hesitate to push “publish” on this story and put it on the blog.
I have hopes that such a perfect session can be repeated, given how sexy and passable these two ladyboy’s are. Such a story will spoil the surprise, I suppose.
But can such perfection be truly repeated? I doubt it.
That night of humiliation will foever haunt Charles , this I know. And … he’ll be masturbating over it for perhaps the rest of his life , this I know also to be true.
Then I think , just how many guys are there out there that would absolutely fall for the perfect “girl next door” in a forced bi scenario.
… and indeed, I conclude … publishing the story is a must , for I need to know for myself just how many guys I can get to fall into this newly laid forced bi trap of mine 🙂
Tall , volumptuous with long silky brown hair that was draped over her slighly shorter boyfriends head as she leaned her cheek against his coming up on the escalator. Her low cut yellow halter top was simple enough , but it was greatly accentuated by her small but perfectly rounded breasts – and her magnetic protruding pink nipple which stretched the malleable fabric – just so.
I’m a great admirer of beauty , female or otherwise. I reckon that I compare favourably to her , save my height disadvantage. That I’m not tall is my greatest regret.
Her boyfreind was cute too , I’d do him in an instant. So I was impressed that though I was looking at them both with hungering eyes that he didn’t even toss a glance my direction as we approached one another being that I was on the down escalator.
“My ass” I thought , “he’s not looking over at me because he can’t see my ass” which is a reasonable thought as the perfectly shaped roundness of my butt is my greatest lure.
Damn what a lucky girl. To have a man who’s eyes are so faithful to her and only her , that kind of love and devotion is legendary.
Still, just before the moment where we passed one another happened , I had my “I want to fuck you” look ready for him. I knew I looked stunningly hot yesterday , the intense heat driving me to wear paper thin see through dress material … and the one I was wearing Thursday was especially alluring since it was pure white allowing all my curves – right down to my also white panties to show through.
Surely he’d throw me a wanting look.
But nothing, nada.
My slave , on the other hand , a drooling slack jawed mess of a man as he stared in disbelief at the sheer beauty of the Greek goddess about to pass us.
Perhaps that lovely couple didn’t toss us a look , but the older fat lady directly behind them with her thin heavy grey spectacles sure as hell did … as I yanked violently on the leash attached to my slaves cock through the zipper space of his trousers.
At the same time my right index finger went to his chin and lifted it up the way a teacher would raise the chin of a child to scold him in class.
As it was my left hand that was walking his dick with the translucent wire , I had to turn profile to him in order to scold him so.
“Cock – A – Doodle – Dooo …… Cock – A – Doodle – Dooo … I fucked up Mistress” he bellowed out right there in the middle of the Athens Mall- as he had been previously taught to do anytime my finger went to his chin.
Thus the reason the fat lady had no choice but to gawk at us on the lift.
Only thing that’s missing is a #footslave to come worship my toes here in this jacuzzi.
The backstory behind his behaviour , or immediate obedience perhaps – on the lift – has it’s roots in Bangkok , not Greece where we’re vacationing on his Mistress’s Girlfriend trip as he sees what it’s like to truly be a Mistress’s pet for a week.
There’s a restaurant in The Helix quarter of Emporium’s Emquartier mall back home , the name escapes me at the moment … “Royal – something or other” , definitely has the word Royal in the name – nice pricey seafood place on the 6th floor , across from my favourite Hagen Dazs ice cream stand.
Anyways, as the story goes , when you’re ready to order food in that joint , there’s a button on the table you press to alert the staff – and it has the short sound of a rooster’s morning crow. Just a short “caw cAWW” sound mind you , not the full “cock – a – doodle – do”.
But that’s what went through my mind you see when I first heard it – why not the full cock-a – doodle – doo ? How hillarious and annoying would that be if somebody had the gall to keep pressing the button so it did make the full sound?
Like a kid’s miscevious twitching fingers, I had to know.
This guy I’m with now , that was the location for our first bdsm session date, back oh … I think in April , or perhaps it was May.
On such occasions, it’s important that I get guys to do something for me they wouldn’t normally be asked to do on a “date” (I use that term loosely and with a bite of my cheek because a Mistress doesn’t look at such a thing as a normal date – the way you guys would , so keep it in mind that I use it here for posterity sake only)
There’s a few ways to get a guy to willingly step outside his comfort zone. Obviously I’m not going to share them all with you here on this blog because – where would the mystery in our future sessions come from , right?
But I will share this one nuance of a common manipulation technique with you which is basically : find common ground and use it as leverage on my date.
Our common ground for that particular evening were the two pretentious young Thai girls sitting at the table to our right who were on what was presumably a business lunch date with two much older Singaporean business men.
My date noticed right away that my ear was leaning in on their conversation. I can’t help it. I notice everything around me when I go out,
It’s like I’m assigned to the special investigations unit of The Pretentious Police , and my job is to always assess people and not only what their true motives are , but judge them on the techinques they’re using to get their agenda accomplished.
In other words, I’m keenly aware people are fake and somewhat less astute in the study of human interaction than I am , and I derive great enjoyment from spying on women particulary, just to pick up their mistakes as they try in vain to climb their social ladders.
“It’s a business lunch” my slave offered.
“It’s not, they’re just meeting for the first time – all four of them” I replied.
“How do you know that?”
I rolled my eyes , the answer was so obvious “because she had to explain what she does – she told him she owns a business selling purses that she orders from oversees – presumably China … she wanted to establish herself as someone equally important.”
“So?”
“Soooo … you don’t explain how you make money in the world to someone you’ve met many times , threfore it’s a first encounter.” Then I gestured to my sexy but conservative black dress top I was wearing “she chose to wear something quite revealing for a business lunch , see ..” as I tossed a sideways glance her way , “that’s a lot of cleavage to show for business attire wouldn’t you agree?”
Then I threw the conversation back at him “what have you picked up from their interaction?”
My slave answered back with the perception of a blind sloth “Well I thought it was a business lunch , but now that you mention it, the two men are trying to pick up the girls and the girls are looking for a sugar daddy.”
“No, only one is, the one who has a purse shop , she dragged her friend here but she’s not interested , you can tell by how often she’s playing with Facebook on her phone. The Singaporean on the left , the older of the two men , he’s greatly interested in the purse girl , but his friend, not business associate has already decided that these girls are too far beneath him.”
“How do you k…..”
“Because he’s taken over the conversation , lecturing the girls on his start up venture – Boogle – a block chain Singaporean founded internet search engine – that he’s a part of , perhaps a venture capitalist.”
I loved the part of the conversation over there when the man mentioned ‘block chain’ and she proudly cooed that she invests her company’s profits in BitCoin and that she’s made a fortune as it’s climbing back to 20,000 . Fuck I wanted to tell her ‘good luck with that’ as I’ve long since sold my BitCoin investment last month when it finally recovered 11,000 and I got out at break even.
Anyways, the chick was way over her head over there. Despite her immaculate English – better than mine actually – and her alluring cleavage , this fish was too big for her and while no doubt she was going to offer up her pussy willingly later that day – it wasn’t going to land anything but a nice cumshot across her face.
What I wanted to do was to break up their little tete-a-tete over there with a little show of our own , so I had to explain to my slave the futility of what was going on over at their table.
Once he caught on , we just sat in silence , the corner of our mouths curled up with a wry smile as we listened in on the Boogle conversation and I’d wink at him now and then whenever the Thai girl was trying too hard to push herself up in his eyes.
He’d nod in agreement and we’d listen in again … all the while I’m festering this common ground between us , a sort of a secret joke that only we’re in on … it creates camaraderie , and borows favour which I can then leverage.
“Want to annoy them?” I asked bluntly but with a wicked smile and a wet lick of my lips.
“How?” he shrugged.
“I want you to oder a drink by pressing the button … but I want you to press it multiple times so that it makes the sound of a rooster … and make sure to hold it an extra second at the end so the ‘doooo’ lingers.
Warning , he sat back in his chair and thus distancing himself a bit from me as he was taken aback from my request. Not a good sign but easily correctable.
“You’re aware of what a rooster sounds like , yes?”
“Yes, I’m aware.”
“And you want to give those girls something new to talk about don’t you?
“Yes” he said with a smile and more importantly began leaning back in towards me.
“And you’re aware I’m your Mistress , and I just gave you an order, yes?”
“Yes Mistress.”
Get a man to say yes enough times , and he’ll say yes to anything eventually. Go on , try to remember that one for your next session with me , doesn’t matter. I use that technique delicately, and it flies so far under the radar that you won’t even be aware I’m using it in you until it’s too late.
Then he did it.
He seized the button with his left hand and fuck I’ll be dammed if he didn’t message out the best ‘cock – a – doodle – do” waitress summoning call that restaurant has ever heard.
“Again, do it again.”
And so he did. “cock – a – doodle – doooooooooo”.
The staff weren’t impressed. Neither were any of the foursome sitting next to us. Boogle talks had broken down instantly.
Yes it was a childish thing to do. But I don’t really care one iotta about acceptable social mannerisms , I care only that my slave and I had established a shared joke , one that I was about to leverage to my benefit later on.
So fast forward to later that night back in April , I had him tied to my bed via his hands being attached delicately to my ceiling fan as he kneeled in front of me on my bed. It was a love tap ballbusting tease & deny session … strange huh?
Wtf kind of session is that you’re wondering, yes?
It’s much like the video you see on the ballbusting tab of this website’s front page.
I get you in a helpless position where your hands can’t come to save your balls since that’s every guy’s initial bodily reaction to getting hit there. Then instead of pounding your nuts senselessly , I coerce them into getting nice and tight for me by teasing your dick with either my hand or foot.
Then with your dick at full mast and your balls achingly tight I sit back and laugh at you on the precipice of orgasm , only to shatter your dreams with little love tap kicks to your balls.
Normally I’d get a guy to count the taps , usually making him reach 10 before resuming the teasing portion of his torture ; but in that particular case I had the opportunity to establish the ‘cock – a – doodle -do’ sound as something particular to our Mistress – Slave relationship.
Sure enough, after every love tap he’d coo out ‘Cock – A – Doodle – Do Mistress.”
“ooooooo , I want to hear more oooooo at the end , again …” Whack.
“Cock – a – doodle – dooooooo Mistress.” Whack.
And so on , and so on.
Point being, he now knew that when I wanted to be pleased, ‘cock – a – doodle – do’ was his go-to reply.
Is the escalator thing here in Athens beginning to take shape? Good. I’m glad you’re following along.
For at that particular moment when he saw I caught him gawking at the Greek goddess on the escalator , he knew he had erred.
I have a very noticeable “don’t fuck with me look” that’s equally frightening to men as it is sexy. As I held his chin up with one finger for all to see , it was that look which I threw his way.
Our eyes met , and the experiecnce of ten prior sessions and 6 long days here in Athens passed silently between us.
Time passed, perhaps a few seconds of this deafening silence , and I simply moved my lips within an inch of his and while raising his chin forcefully higher with my finger I whispered only “say it …. now.”
And thus the ‘cock – a – doodle – doooooo’ cry of his on the lift , inspired by the tug of the string invisibly attached to his cock.
The Mall (yup that’s what it’s called, the Greek’s aren’t too inventive when it comes to naming things) stood still , literally. Especially the bank security guard standing his post inside the bank at the botttom of the escalator.
His eyes met mine and in response I lifted my slave’s chin even higher so that he was almost forced to stand lightly on his tippy-toes.
Then at the bottom of the lift I walked him like that, with my finger under his chin , much like one would pull an animal walking behind her on a leash.
See, the humiliation doesn’t have to be grand. The rooser call , meh , uneeded but funny to be sure.
For the slave it’s being walked like an animal , forced to shuffle on one’s toes through a crowded mall in Athens, Greece , knowing everybody is gawking at him.
A perfect slice of humiliation comes from giving up total control to one’s Mistress , but what’s unknown is the footwork that needs to be done over many sessions to reach that point of utter control over a man.
Getting a man to say – walk like a dog for public humiliation – down a busy street in one’s city is not only excessive , but wholly unnecessary. (in my city, public humiliation of that sort will get you arrested!)
The same amount of public humiliation juice can be extracted by a simple finger under the chin. Not to mention it’s a much more reasonable thing to do when out and about.
There’s been a total transference of power , the slave feels the public humiliation he’s been craving , and thus in debt to his Mistress for making him feel that way as per his wishes.
Subtelty , my friends.
When the mind fuck is that thorough , and that deep , all that is needed is a subtle suggestion to push the slave (or Singaporean businessman) over the edge.
… and that’s something you can’t Boogle , you just have to know how to control men – as perfectly as I do.
Looking for public humiliation this deep? My “Mistress’s Girlfriend Experience” is all about this kind of involved public humiliation , but I’ll be back in Bangkok next week on the 20th , book a subtle public humiliation for yourself once I’m there.
# public humiliation
# public humiliation , Twitter. ( … cuz my SEO is forcing me to add the word public humiliation 3 more times before I can post this. Grrrr)
A story about a hard life. Because all life in my country is hard. And you are used to this kind of story.
But I am proud of my story.
I don’t like it very much but I am proud of what I have done even if I don’t know how I did it all by myself so far.
My Buffalo story is my sister. My love of my life. Born with Down Syndrome and in so much pain every day since we were young.
My Buffalo story is also my dad. Who hits my mom. Wants everybody to fear him. But really is just because living poor and cannot support his family make him be like that. He lose his pride I think a long time ago.
My Buffalo story is my mom. She stay with my dad even if love is gone a long time ago. She have more courage than me because I left my husband many many years ago when he started to hit and burn me. But she stays with my dad because of my other Buffalo story.
My two daughters. Who I never see. If I am lucky I see them one time a year.
My Buffalo story is that I have to take care and support everybody in my family. I am the only one who can make money for everybody to survive.
So same time your head mistress is happy to tell you she see already 26 countries in the world … My number is 0 for how many countries I saw in my life. Because my responsibility is to make a life for all my family so I cannot go anywhere because of that.
But it is my dream to go outside this country at least one time.
“Why don’t they work?”
Everybody who does a session with me will ask me that 1 time for sure.
Because my home is 40 km outside Chiang Rai. The end of a dirt road … the last home before the forest or jungle past my house.
I make payment 5,000 every month for my car 5 years now so they can go drive to buy food.
I am proud that next year the car will belong to my family. I bought it myself. Made every payment for 5 years.
I am proud I survived 10 years Bankruptcy. After my ex spend all our money on alcohol every month the court take my Bangkok home many years ago.
Cannot get a job after that because the court will take 1/2 my money every month. And chef job my sous chef job before I made only 15,000 every month.
Not possible to live in Bangkok for 7,000 every month. And send 1/2 that 7000 home to my family. How I can live on 3,000 for one month here?
I said yes to be a mistress 5 years ago because I had hope I can support my family better.
But I did not know it will open my eyes this job and now I understand the world much better than before.
The same time it makes a problem for my family.
For 2 years I sent money home every month .. a lot of money … for build a new house on my land so my family have a nice place to stay.
Your head mistress she do the same for her mom so you can see we think about family first always.
Now … to try to think how they can make money and help support I pay for make some of the land like a farm to grow food for sale every year. Start 1 month ago we grow vegetables now.
But you know … they angry at me for try to give them idea to work to help me. I cannot tell anybody what I do but sure I guarantee they think I have something like magic money tree here in my condo.
Nobody wants to work. They are used to me send money home every month. Nobody calls. And if somebody calls me … never to say hello. Never I get a phone call from my daughters 🙁 Only my mom or my dad to ask for more money.
And sometimes I hit my limit.
The one time every year I go home everybody on the street want to talk to me about where the money come from. Very personal question and nobody ask me nice. Like they very jealous. Everybody talk about me that I have a foreigner boyfriend take care me.
They do not know I can never have a new boyfriend. Who will want to go with me if they know my story. What I have to do. How many I have to support. Not his responsibility .. my responsibility.
I am ok with that.
Maybe my Buffalo story makes me alone. Ok. But it makes me strong same time.
Today I did a session with a new ladyboy. Forced bi session. And after she left I talked with the customer for 2 hours … only English.
And when I come home I have so big headache from push myself to talk English for so long.
But I did it !! I talked English about many things for 2 hours.
5 years ago I only knew how to say Hello how are you? Crazy you agree? I think … amazing I can do that.
I tell my daughter when I call … they have to learn English. The most important thing for them now is that I know.
School was a lie. I wish I knew that.
If I can change one thing I will go back and never marry. Ever. Never ever to somebody from my coutntry.
My birthday is tomorrow August 15. Don’t ask me how old I don’t want to know myself.
I celebrate my birthday by myself every year by go to the Wat and pray thank you that some how I keep my family going one more year.
Tomorrow I will go and pray for thank you again … and pray I can do it one more year to come.
I will pray that my Buffalo story keeps me strong.
And I will pray this is the year I can open a coffee shop … small dream I wish for every year.
The story I did last month and the videos I put on Twitter made me more popular than before. Thank you.
Thank you for being so nice to me in all my session.
If it is a good year … please come to my little coffee shop. You can have a free coffee if you stay and talk English with me.
I promise …
I will not talk about my Buffalo story. But I am happy I wrote it 🙂
Mistress Wael
ps: If you would like to buy me an Amazon Gift Card (USA Amazon please) for my birthday – I will link you back our FemDom Videos. Thank you.
It was a rainy Sunday morning if I recall correctly , I was nine years old at the time, and there I was huddled up with a blanket in the left corner of my small shoebox sized bedroom to get away from the water leaking in from the roof as it always did every rainstorm.
Dad was downstairs already yelling and screaming at my mom for one of the last times before he took off forever while outside of my tiny window sounds of my idiot neighbour slurring his drunken words were being drowned out by the 8am droning of the neighbourhood military like speakers strung high a top the telephone poles reminding us to ’embrace the poverty and find happiness in being poor’.
It was the speakers I hated most as a kid. You couldn’t avoid the message of the ‘thought police’ every morning , 8am sharp.
Oh sure the guy in the shack down at the end of the water logged soi speaking into the microphone would also remind us what day it was , what time the local medical clinic would open , and so on.
But sure enough , at the end of his long winded diatribe he’d go on endlessly reading from a prepared script basically telling us to willfully accept our lot in life.
One of the miracles of my childhood was that the people living on my soi had long since bribed the cable guy to hook the street up with basic cable television , and as part of my daily rebellion against the thought police I’d lay on the floor in front of my tiny tv pushing my nose almost right up to the screen so that the volume would somewhat drown out the obtrusive rhetoric from outside.
Every morning at 8am , for a while at least , Animal Planet would play a wonderful commercial that I’d sing along with out loud …
That song was more than my morning national anthum.
It was my motto for life , my inspiration if you will.
Every morning when the country would come to a halt and sing the anthum … I’d sing ‘Round ‘Round the World.
And why not? That commercial had all my hopes and dream wrapped up in a one minute song. I wanted nothing more than to go ’round ’round the world and not only see but do the things I saw glimpses of in that commercial.
For instance, snorkelling. There’s a brief shot of a couple diving along a coral reef. I didn’t know the first thing about snorkelling or scuba diving at the time, but it inspired me so much that I couldn’t resist talking about it to anyone who’d listen that I would one day dive underwater like them.
Beside us lived this old hag , I saw her as somewhat of a witch , and god damn she hated me. She’d sit outside her shanty holding her bamboo cane and every single time she’d reckon I was within hearing distance she’d look at me with that disgusted look on her face she always wore and would say “กบในกะลาครอบ”
It translates to English as : Frog underneath a coconut shell.
Basically it’s a petty insult thrown my way saying that I’m just a stupid little girl with no experience or knowledge of the world yet I think I’m wise.
To be clear, I never thought of myself as wise , i did however consider myself to be destined for somewhere or something else.
As we’re taught to not argue with those older than us we’d simply have the same conversation a million times. I’d simply tell her “it’ll happen , I’m not meant for this kind of life” , and she’d respond by saying “you’ll die trying, and I’ll still be sitting here – laughing.”
Due to that ever repeating conversation , the merciless hag is 100 years old now and still refuses to die , just to spite me presumably. That’s because every time I go home to see my mom in her newly built modern home – raised high above the neighbourig hag’s abode so as to avoid the flood waters – I make sure to bark out the number of countries I’ve now seen.
Last time I was there I found her in the same rickety old chair and as she scowled over at me I said with a smile “24 !! Schwein haben” and then I’d take a step closer to her and say it again , a little bit slower this time “schwein haben … means lucky pig … learned that in Germany … my 24th country”
That bitch can swear, I’ll give her that.
Every time I go home I set her foul mouth off like a bomb when I update her on the frog’s progress of worldly travels.
So as I sit here in the jacuzzi of my pricey Greek villa , sipping on a glass of white wine that my male servant has just poured for me – I think happily of the profanity ridden rant that hag will go on when I soon tell her “den xéro tin típhla mou … & 26″ or literally , I’m blind and I don’t know anything.
Only thing that’s missing is a #footslave to come worship my toes here in this jacuzzi.
I’m learning how we are different … your head mistress and myself.
