Well that birthday thing is inevitable , it’s coming again, three weeks out and trying to stop it is as fruitless as tryin’ to stop a black man rushing the buffet table on free Chicken Sundays at Denny’s. I’ve been thinking about the things that have changed in me over this past year , because – I’ve adjusted my mindset more this past year than any other time in my life. Out of all the ways I’ve changed the one that stands out to me the most is my view on being single. I’ve earned it. Like an aimless voyage through space I’ve successfully navigated the marriage maelstrom , and survived the pregnancy nebula , heck I even circumnavigated around …
As I was going to St.Ives , I met only men that were full of lies. Every lie had seven stacks Every stack had 0 facts Every fact had a funny act Every act had shifty eyes Stacks, facts, acts and eyes, what per cent of men were full of lies? A: All Me: “So Allen, how was Bangkok?” “Mistress, I have no idea what you’re talking about, as I told you before I had to cancel our session because our business meeting was changed at the last minute and I instead had to fly to Dubai where I spent three awfully hot days in the sweltering heat. Believe me, I would MUCH rather of spent my time …
Truth be told, I’m fucking exhausted from writing my Kindle book and have neither the patience nor the mental acuity to construct a properly thought out story at the moment. I’ve put in back to back ten hour writing sessions and have two chapters done so progress is being made. It’ll be published by the end of the month. So instead, I’m just going to write off the top of my head, most of my thoughts will come from emails I answered today – but I’ll have to rewrite them here for the blog so they come across as a more toned down version of what I had to say privately. So whats first. It’s a hell of a thing …
Let’s talk a little bit about the USA’s war on “sex trafficking” (re: Untaxable Revenue) and how the two storm bow arrows shot through the heart of first Backpage and most recently Craigslist will affect myself and the Female Domination / BDSM community. First … What a cunt move by the cuntiest country in the world. They care as much about stopping sex trafficking as lactose intolerant people care about spinach, let’s be real. But what’s done is done so where does that leave me? I feel , umm , nervous kind of – like things just got real weird and I’m standing alone. Kind of like when you’re in an elevator not paying attention and when the door opens …
Hi it’s Mistress Wael 🙂 I am having a party May 23rd to celebrate the end of my 3 years in Bankruptcy. For me it is Freedom Day. I made a big mistake a long time ago to marry. I was young and very broke and alone. I just moved to the capital after university because there were a lot of jobs for chef here. I lived in an awful small room. Just a little bit bigger than my body and not really room enough for my things. Really I had no idea about life outside my little house in the country up north. All my life I knew only two places school and home. Slept with the first man …
Netflix Tease & Denial sessions with me, Mistress Wael. You have to not cum until the final credits of the movie. You are not allowed to interrupt the movie with moaning because it annoys me. Your job is to be silent and let me watch the film. If you make a noise, your balls get spanked. If you cum before the movie is finished then I will do painful Cock & Ball Torture instead until the movie is finished. It is your responsibility to pull your cock away from my hand if you are about to cum. The safety of your balls depends on you doing so. I don’t expect you to last the whole movie. Nobody does. But …
The older I get, the less I care. I put that in my Facebook today. It’s a lie. I’m going to tell you the most bastardy thing about this job as a Mistress , which is : It makes me care very deeply about people I shouldn’t care about , because when worst comes to worst , I cannot contact them. Let me tell you what’s going on right now in my little insignificant world. Yesterday after a late night session I was doing the laundry as I always do and was carrying this big beige laundry basket back to my condo from the elevator. I set it down on the kitchen counter rather than taking it straight to my …
Apparently I talk like a man. 20 first dates this month have told me so. No not deep like Barry White , which is a pity because a voice like that would come in handy if we ever trade in Songkran for Whacking Day. We do have a lot of snakes in this country so ya never know, could happen. If whacking day ever does come, rest assured : I will be useless because I do in fact have a sweet girls voice. It’s my tongue they’re referring to. See, all these first dates would rather see my tongue wrapped around their cock but instead it tosses challenges and insults like two 70’s Miami cocaine dealers in the back room …
Ballbusting , if you’ve had it done to you , in all likelihood it’s been done incorrectly. Too many mistresses look at ballbusting as a way of extracting maximum pain from a man in minimum time, before casting him aside like a spent torch. If they only knew the one truth about testicles , a secret that men keep locked up as tight as a bowstring. Which is? The fear of pain is far greater than the deliverance of such. That fear can be harvested , strained , and aged like a fine wine, and therein lays the true pleasure of such a session. Interestingly, I came upon this revelation quite by accident. It was about two years ago when …
Having the personality of a Mistress is like having a flawed super hero power. It’s like having the ability to fly – but at an altitude of only 1 foot off the ground. Or like having the ability to run super fast – without the ability whatsoever to stop. I, like a super hero, have the ability to control men – yet I repel them. C’est la vie. In actuality, they repel themselves. Dave certainly did, wouldn’t you agree? Dave wanted Tinder Pussy and instead got Tinder Humiliation and no doubt if he too has a blog I’m being compared to a demonic lamb in it. I’ve moved on from Dave, or vice versa – fair enough, but I’m indeed …
