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  • Mistress OS | From DOS to Windows 10

    Mistress OS | From DOS to Windows 10

    [dropcap style=”dropcap3″]B[/dropcap] eing a mistress has evolved me faster than five monkeys having butt sex with a fish squirrel evolved you, – you as in men in general.  In fact, if this rate of evolution persists, it’s quite possible that i’ll be the first self-aware artificial intelligence well before google’s robotics division figures out how to stop their robots from walking like Gumby.  Ha, won’t that throw a monkey wrench into Windows 11 if Cortana 2.0 has a mistress personality built into her;

    “oh ya, i’ll empty your recycle bin bitch , right after you lick my modem first”  haha

    The speed of my evolution is proven in my photos as Jaa2 3.0 , or the Mistress I am now, looks absolutely nothing like post New Zealand Jaa2 2.0 , and that girl looks nothing like the last remnants of Thai Jaa2 1.0 who was last seen pre 2011 and is as obsolete as a Commodore 64.  What separates me from Microsoft, I mean other than I have more intelligence in my pussy lips than Steve Balmer has in his brain, is that I’ve evolved through three generations of operating systems in 1/3 the time they did.

     

    Mistress Jaa2 | OS Jaa 1.0

    If Windows 10’s slogan is “Windows 10 : The Best One Yet (because we fucked up all the previous one’s so much we just skipped 9 all together)

    then my slogan would be

    Jaa2 1.0 : The Best Jaa2 Ever

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    Jaa2 OS 3.0

    If Siri and Cortana had a love child … it’d be called Jaa2 1.0 , and you guys would be walking around with your phone in one hand and your dick in the other asking me permission to spray special sauce on your Big Mac at McDonalds.

    But before I became Jaa2, I evolved from Jaa2 3.0 , which is like Microsoft’s Windows 9 , a thought that evolved like a word stuck on the edge of your tongue, briefly there but never heard of.

    This slogan would be : “Please wait while we install Mistress Software.”

    Jaa2 3.0 hit the streets the exact same time I met Mistress Jaa1, and it was crucial to my transformation as spending time with her made me start seeing men as silly beings just as simple as a Minecraft avatar is to an Intel I7 processor.  When i hear a 60 year old man still kissing corporate ass quarreling with me on how to run my business there’s no need to reply really.  An ant has no quarrel with a boot and I have no problem kicking men like that to the curb.

    Thinking like that about men is not innate.  Especially growing up here where smacking a girl around on television is still tolerated, it took a lot of anti-social thought to get to the point where I didn’t take shit from any man.  However, it took spending time with Jaa1 to evolve out of not just being satisfied with not taking shit, but to just demand to myself that only the highest class of male beings would be allowed to even talk to me.

    Cortana

     

    Jaa2 OS 2.0

    The slogan for Windows 7 was : It Just Works.  As if the last one they coughed up, Vista, was so mind numbingly horrible that getting something rudimentary out to the public that just barely functions was so much better than what was available previously.  That was Jaa2 2.0 as I escaped to New Zealand.  Here’s where I start cringing at showing you these photos on a blog that’s supposed to be self-promotional, but I wanted to show you because if you look close enough you can see the years of rhetoric seeping through the thin layer of foundation that New Zealand was providing as I began to grow new skin.

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    Jaa2OS 1.0

    Yes you can!  Windows XP’s Slogan seems as much self-reassuring as it was a slogan, and we’re going a bit far in years now as I don’t even remember using XP but the slogan sure could be used for what my motto was for escaping village life as I was working on graduating university and adapting “The Few, The Proud” as I walked up to get my diploma on graduation day.  As hard as it is to survive Marine boot camp I’d say it’s 100 times harder to survive ignorance.

    As an example of how deep the water of ignorance is i’m gonna tell you a no bullshit story.  To save me from having to sit at McDonalds every morning from 7-noon last week my friend let me stay at her condo while she went to teach whatever she teaches in high school.  (rbtlines) Come the weekend, I took her out shopping to thank her for her generosity and in doing so we happened to walk past a shop selling nothing but colored condoms of all different specialties.  She stopped instantly to look closer and then delightedly turned to me and pulled me by my wrist to go inside the shop to which I resisted and told her “you’re not embarrassed to go in?”

    “Why?” she said as she blinked like Bambi at me and at the window again, “it’s just candy.”

    “No … they sell the rubber things that go on the candy” I laughed, but then caught myself as I was suddenly pulled back to the ignorance of village life and realized that this girl the same age as me, teaching kids in High School, had absolutely no idea what a condom was.  Seriously.  So don’t spew me all the nice bullshit in the comments down below of how I hold American, European and other first world countries in too high of esteem.  It’s not that at all, it’s that i’m so sorrowfully aware of how low ours is that I want to make you guys appreciative of just how lucky you have it sitting where you are.

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    Jaa2 OS DOS

    Windows Vista went with “The Wow Starts Now” as their slogan and that’s pretty much what teenage guys here say too as they whip out their dicks and take full advantage of nobody knowing what a condom is.  I can hear you asking “so girl, how did you survive not getting knocked up or knocked around in the village?”

    Ah, so glad you asked.  It was easy to avoid being impaled because everybody thought I was a guy and was too afraid to pull down my pants to check.  Even gays were walking away from me going “no i’m not fucking that, no way.”

    You can take my word for it or you can check for yourself, but it’s gonna cost ya $50 if you do.

    Pick your poison , Gift Rocket or Amazon , include the email address to send the photos to when you select the card.

     

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    Perhaps you can’t see the acceleration in change.  To me, Jaa2 3.0 to Jaa2 1.0 happened so much faster than going from Jaa2 1.0 to Jaa2 2.0 and I think it may be hard for you to feel that too because we are talking about a period of 10 years from 18yo to 28yo in those photos.  To fully understand how rapidly taking on a Mistress life changes people, we need to look to my friend and now Mistress Wael.

    After a disastrous first session where she learned eating squid with garlic fish sauce 20 mins before a session is a turn off she’s had 50 sessions in a row where everybody has loved her, but it’s only been the last month that people have been gushing over how sexy she is.  That wasn’t always the case.

    To review, I met Wael while we were exploring what it would be like working as a masseuse, a job that I threw in the towel  at after a week and credit to her, she persisted.  It was that really fucking grey period where I had graduated university and was getting offers to work for 15,000 baht a month for what I wanted to do, and I realized it’d take me the better part of 25 years to pay back the university debt making that little money.  Fucking hell, what was the point of university?  Now  I could live in slightly less poverty than everybody else.

    Wael had the same problem graduating as a chef and coming from Chiang Rai to Bangkok to work under a Sous Chef from dusk til dawn without the reprieve of being able to turn into a vampire and suck on some blood.  Go rent the movie if you’re confused lol.  So there we were in the massage shop, drawn by the hope of making 20k or as some tales had been spun, the chance to make as high as 30k and become part of massage hell lore.  I left, she stayed.  Why?

     

    Mistress Wael OS 1.0

    To understand why somebody would put up with massaging stinky feet for 2 hours and getting a 20 baht tip as a thank you, you’d have to understand that such a person had really eaten the full ‘poverty is ok” soup and had asked for a second helping.  If one person my age doesn’t know what a condom is, imagine trying to function in a world with that level of knowledge as your baseline and trying to make sense of anything other than survival.  Wael has a Buddah tattoo down her back because she was told by a fortune teller it would keep her safe from ghosts at night and help bring her enough money to survive.

    To give that perspective, in 2494 before Christ was born, Egyptians believed the sun god Ra carried the sun across the sky in a giant canoe.  Believing in a fortune teller who went to fortune telling school (yes true, we have that) isn’t that fucking far from believing in Ra still either, and that was 4000 years ago give or take.  Does that give you an idea of village life?  Here is Wael 1.0 in her innocent as Bambi days a short 3 years ago.

    Thai Mistress Wael

     

    Mistress Wael OS 2.0

    Coming to Bangkok from Chiang Rai is like taking someone from the stone age and putting them in an Imax theater and forcing them to make sense of Star Wars.  I’d bet you my used tampon that caveman would walk out of the theater – get back in his time machine – and then go try to ‘force-push’ the first dinosaur that came running at him.  Hey maybe it would work, that’s maybe how the Christians survived the Jurassic era.  But for the most part no, that caveman would have no fucking idea how to make sense of what he just saw, and so it was with Wael coming into contact with these foreigners she had heard so much about.

    The first thing I had to do for Wael even before she did her first session with me was to get rid of the parasitic men that she had attracted.  You know, the type that look for a girl that looks like a deer caught in the headlights, use her for free sex and act all pissed off when money is mentioned.  “you’ve changed too much, I no longer want to be in contact with you” … that’s right, take your 65 year old worm some place else, the pussy bar is now closed.  Fuck I would have loved to meet one of them so I could see just how far I could kick his balls up into his asshole.

    With the vermin filth gone – probably to Pattaya … she got her first session from me and made the guy cum 7 times in 2 hours , clearly not understanding the denial portion of Tease & Denial yet.  That’s when the behaviour change started to happen, slowly at first and then as the snowball tumbled down the hill it picked up more and more velocity until this whole new kinky sweet girl had completely shed the skin of her old self, and all within 5-6 months.

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    Mistress Wael OS 3.0

    Then boom, it happened, just like it did to me and just like it did to Jaa before me.  I truly believe now as I’ve felt it happen with me, seen it happen with Wael and heard how it happened from Mistress Jaa’s history that one’s thirst for knowledge is directly proportional to the confidence one has in it’s self.  She’s traded in looking at Facebook posts to researching makeup, finding out who Hitler really was, and discovering the difference between Austria and Australia.  The more she learns the kinkier she gets, and I’m telling you that my inbox is full of guys who are absolutely crazy not only about her sessions, but about the Mistress behind the sessions.

    That’s cool.  For me to start to change someone’s life just as Jaa changed mine is a really nice feeling.

    Windows 95, before my time, had a slogan that said “Where do you want to go today?”

    The answer for Mistress Wael now is , anywhere she damn well wants.

    thai mistress wael , jaa4u.com

     

    Jaa2 xx

     

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  • Calling His GF Calls His Bluff

    Calling His GF Calls His Bluff

    [dropcap style=”dropcap3″]L[/dropcap] est you think all my sessions are flawlessly great I’m gonna tell you straight up about a session I had last night that didn’t end well.  I’m writing it so you will get a better idea of what my expectations were of him and what my reaction might be when someone falls miserably short of following through what they said they would do.sessions

    Again, to go over the math of why the onus is upon you to please me initially, if we consider that a month has 30 days on average and that I’m gonna take a day off a week that leaves 25 working days each month where I can book a maximum of 2 sessions a day.   That’s 50 sessions a month proving contrary to popular belief a Thai chick can multiply.  In those 50 sessions I’m looking for not only men that are intellectually stimulating but also ones who present session ideas to me that engage my imagination and make me excited enough to sit down and answer with a 15 minute long email.

     

    The guy i agreed to see yesterday was one of those guys who wrote out his ideas well enough but even then with 52 sessions to send to my recycle bin I was on the fence to see him or not until I read the thing about involving his girlfriend in the email :

     

    [framed_box width=”760px” bgColor=”rgba(242,225,207,1)” borderColor=”#c0af9d” textColor=”#626477″ rounded=”true” align=”center”]I like Role Play – I like the movie: “The Story of O” (1975) The play: if possible, you visit me in my hotel (4-5 stars) as a friend – you wear office dress – under dress lingerie (black) stockings (black) – red lips and red finger nails – high hill shoes – – – you let me drink two glasses wine – you try to turn me sexually on – i get horny – you want sex – i refuse – you try harder – i refuse – you get angry and horny – you tie me up – i refuse sex – you spank me – and then you discover that spanking me gives YOU pleasure – so you spank me until YOU COME – – – maybe – while spanking – you let me call my gf – and she can listen to my suffering – – – the whole game is sensual – I am NOT into hard spanking – sensual play – – -I don’t want sex AND I don;t want to come at this session…. after “you come” – – you let me drink 2 more glasses of wine….. (That’s the play) What do you think??? [/framed_box]

     

    I asked somebody this week what he thought about me when we first met and he replied

    “You like the subtle domination of getting people to do what you want vs the overt.”

    …which is exactly true.  The session immediately interested me because seducing this guy to the point where I could call his girlfriend and he wouldn’t care was damn sexy.  I had the idea running through my head of calling this girl and planting a seed in her mind by saying,

    “I’m gonna send your boyfriend home to you without making him cum so he won’t have technically cheated on you, that’ll happen when you finish him off and he’s thinking it was me doing it.”

    So even though he was asking for a 10pm session right after my very tiring Salsa dance class and that I had to do a rare session in his hotel which wasn’t anywhere close to dance class I still took the session to do this fantasy together with him.

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    An hour into the session I had him eating out of the palm of my hand.  Sixty year old guys always bend the knee before me and this guy I didn’t find particularly challenging , as slaves go he was about as interesting as a mural of white paint yet I was just seducing away biding my time ’til I had him bound to the bed and could reach for his phone.

    It’s when I had his phone in my hand that things got interesting as he wasn’t all to keen on having me call his girlfriend after all.  Really?  Imagine that.  Didn’t take me long to find his two most frequently called numbers, both with girls faces as the contact photo and as I threatened to call the first one he started crying out “NO” more times than a hooker giving up backdoor service does.

    He gave me permission to call “the other one” that lives in Bangkok.  Ah, his prostitute girlfriend.  No, I don’t want to call someone with an IQ lower than a glass of water, I want to call the other one, the REAL girlfriend who no doubt has given her approval for him to dip his dick anywhere he wishes.

    added to goddess's collectionWell that’s what I wanted to find out anyways, but he vehemently disapproved.

    So I just said “look, if you’re not gonna follow through on your fantasy, something that you wrote and then re-confirmed in a later email then we’re done with the session.”  Cuz if he wasn’t gonna allow me to call her then that’s just like taking a girl to the circus but not letting her kick the clowns in the balls … what’s the point of having the session if there’s nothing in it for me.  So you know, a minute later I had hopped off him and was dressing to go when he challenged me on my decision saying I had no idea how to run my business if I’m just leaving abruptly like that.

    I told him no I disagree and that I am quite certain I do know how to run this business to which he replied “well when you’re still doing this in 10 years you’ll know you’ve failed” causing me to snap back “well you won’t be alive in 10 years to know so it’s all good”

    As he paid me the session fee he made a point to mention that the money means nothing to a man of his wealth and I made it quite clear that his money was as equally insignificant to me.

    Well that turned bitter really fast.  There were hunky men on the Spartacus dvd waiting for me back home, I didn’t need to engage in a pissing contest with a guy who looked like a Chinese Shar-Pei dog.

    Session sucked.  Meh, no big deal, I’m just saddened his girlfriend will never know how close she came to having an unstoppable seed of doubt planted permanently in her head.  Sad.

     

    Jaa2 xx

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  • Nurse Roleplay | Multiple Orgasm

    Nurse Roleplay | Multiple Orgasm

     

    “Fucking Psycho Nurse” he half laughed out through his watery eyes.  Oh no tears please.  It’s a waste of good suffering. “Sing the song, that lovely song I told you to memorize” I said as I knelt down behind my unbound slave rubbing my hands together vigorously after having just re-oiled them.  He began to sing, albeit awkwardly as I began to violently rub the sensitive head of his penis up and down causing his knees to buckle slightly.  Having just cum for the second time it was understandable that his knees would be giving out but he also knew he was only tied to the fragile rod that was both hanging my curtains and securing his hands.

    The thing has broke three times already so I’ve caught on that my guys need something to take their mind off the torture of having their penis rubbed continuously for twenty minutes after their first orgasm.  Thus the song I sort of, kind of lifted from one of my Game of Thrones books has the purpose of taking their minds elsewhere …

     

    “A nurse there was , a nurse, a nurse!” All sexy and young and wearing a skirt Try not to cum she said as she started to work I can’t I said , it hurts it hurts Because you’re sexy and young and wearing a skirt

     

    But not if they don’t fu*&ing well do their homework!  I specifically told him in my email to him the night before the session to memorize the five lines.

    Of course he forgot to do his homework.  Thought I was joking I guess.  Ask a guy to memorize one simple little song in poetic verse and can he do it?  No.  He doesn’t need a nurse he needs a motivational doctor.  Lucky for him I’m both.

    His nurse is gonna give him a little bit more motivation than he thought he’d get from me. I strapped him even tighter to the rail that holds my curtains up, just below the air conditioner.  I used a foot spreader to keep his legs far apart. I then sat.   I took out my book that I’d been reading for the past 2 days.  It’s called Strange, The trial of the pig, the walking dead, and other matters of fact from the medieval and Renaissance Worlds.  The cover of which is adorned with two bodies impaled on a pole.  Much the same as this guys dick is gonna be impaled through his asshole if he pulls the whole curtain assembly to the floor.

    “nurse nurse nurse please stop” he says repeatedly as if my ears didn’t actually work.

    “Yes I heard you the first time.  Look you asked for a nurse.  I’m here.  I’ve made my diagnosis and the only prescription, is endless teasing.  Do you know about the last days of Robert Scott’s Multiple Orgasmsexpedition to discover the South Pole?  You see, everybody remembers Roald Amundsen’s expedition but little was told about what happened to Robert Scott.” I took out my small vial of hot oil and rubbed it between my forefinger and thumb to up the burning sensation as I continued telling him the story.

    “You see, as the story goes, Robert Scott’s party nearly died but it was a race to see what would kill his party, insanity or the cold.  The only way to fight off both at the same time was to rub their dicks with the oil they used to light their kerosene lamps , which would burn like hell but the screaming created warmth, and it was that sort of self-torture that kept them well enough alive even though they lost the race to the South Pole”

    As I rubbed the palm of my hand roughly on the head of his cock his bulging mushroom began to turn a beat color of red.   Cocks tend to do that after I’ve covered my hand in tiger balm oil.  “So to recreate those events we’re gonna have a little expedition of our own.  See I’m gonna do nothing but rub the tip of your cock for the next while and how long that while is depends on how well you can hold your tongue and be silent.  Every noise you make, well, that’s gonna extend the tease by 10 minutes.  You know, you could very well be here all night long, or you could cum and be gone in few minutes.

    See it’s that kind of insanity that Scott’s party had to face, and this is really gonna help me see what went on in those guys minds.” Apparently my instruction to “be silent” wasn’t as possible as I had hoped .. what with the fiery heat of the oil compounding his torture.  Some things they don’t teach a nurse in nursing school, some things a nurse has to learn on her own. I did however learn 1000 variations on how to make a man whimper. For the record “please nurse” doesn’t qualify as “being silent” Neither does, please nurse please nurse please nurse please nurse lol

    He did manage … barely … to survive my 2 hour psycho nurse torture session.  I didn’t however let him have the pleasure of cumming a third time, for that I untied him and offered him to finish himself off.   How peculiar, after practically demanding a “2nd and 3rd shot” in his emails he simply didn’t take the opportunity to spank his monkey at all.   Strange indeed.

     

    Jaa2 xx

     

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  • Fatal Attraction

    Fatal Attraction

    “[dropcap style=”dropcap3″]Be[/dropcap] careful with this job, it will eat you slowly until there is nothing left of who you were” those were more or less the words Mistress Jaa told me 2.5 years ago after my first session with her.  At the time I never really understood what she meant, and through those first two years of doing occasional sessions together with her I never gave it much thought and I ended up shelving it in the back of my mind.

    Until now.

    When I look in the mirror I see three people looking back at me.

    I’m the girl that I have to present to my family.  On the days that they’re home that involves waking up at 6am, dressing and leaving for my nursing job while in reality – I sit at McDonalds or Starbucks all morning doing email and writing like I am now on my phone.  At home I’m this good Thai girl, well mannered, cleanly, respectful and unable at all to act and talk the way I truly am.

    When I meet with my friends, I don’t want to sound full of myself but I just have so much more life experience than any of them that I feel like even though i’m young I carry the weight of experience a 40 year old foreigner would bear.  My friends on the other hand, well you just wouldn’t understand unless you grew up with village life all around you in a society that suppresses creativity, individuality, and the quest to seek knowledge.  Here’s an example, I’m on the bts skytrain as I write this, it’s 8:55 am and there are about 60 people in this car, and 15 people around me within arms reach, 12 women, 3 men.

    battlefield9 of them are playing Candy Crush Saga.  The other 3 are playing sms games.  The 40 other odd people are staring blankly at 15 f stop over exposed commercials on the tv above promoting a white skin that they will never have.  I was reading about the hottest and coldest places in the universe by comparison as the last thing I was doing before I started writing this.   When I’m with my friends it’s the same type of experience.  I’m not even 30 years old yet but out of all my friends in the village and my new ones in Bangkok, I am the only one who does not have kids, is not married or abandoned by the guy who knocked them up, and has not ballooned up 20-30 kilos.  About 5% of us made it to university.   Less than that graduated.  If I were an artist, I would draw a mural of a battlefield littered with dead female bodies all impaled by guy’s cocks with a castle in the background they were all trying to reach.

    They want to talk about the problems in their lives, or complain about not having money to do the things they want to spend it on, and what they would buy if they did.  For them I have to play the dumb girl role, the similarly poor friend they can relate to, and when it’s my time to gripe about something I trash talk my old boyfriends until they all nod their heads in agreement like chickens pecking for grain.

    But then fuck, along comes a guy from a session who interests me and suddenly I see that as far as I am above my friends intellectually, I’m just as vastly far beneath any guy like him who has an MBA from the United States, you know, from a University that’s actually ranked in the top 100 in the world and not in the top 500,000 like I could afford.  Jaa kept on saying the word ‘Alien’ to me when I spent time with her, when I talked with her yesterday about it it’s clear she mean alienation, or alienated.  I understand.

    While graduating University here is a matter of navigating through ignorance, doing the same in the USA or elsewhere is truly an accomplishment.  So it’s not such a great feat really to distance myself from 80% of the population here, the trouble is that while raising subjects of conversation like Egyptology, or Heroine’s in history draws blank stares from my friends, my knowledge compared to you guys barely scratches the surface.

    Somebody asked me if I know who Maslow is.  Ya I do but…  What’s the point?  You guys are always doing this to me, you’re testing this gap of knowledge our two societies have created.  If I studied my whole life , I’d never be the European, Swiss educated girl with her B.Sc and working at CERN spending her days colliding lead ions into each other.  So why fucking bother trying to be her when I’m very happy being me.

    Except, I can’t be myself can I?   Not if I want out of here.

     

    What’s left in Thailand for me?  To get friends I’d either have to go back to making 20,000 a month , you know, less than what you make in a week, and get a new social network of friends from there.  Or I’d try to break into the hi-so circles since I make as much money as they do, but wait … no you can’t see.  That circle that exploits the poor for their cushy life style had their lives handed to them by their Chinese ancestors, so in truth, they are even fucking more stupid than my friends.  I defy you to date one of them for more than a week.

    So for fuck sake what’s left?

    What’s left to get me out of this abyss of alienation that I’m trapped in, as I sit here now at 11:45 am at Terminal 21 eating Thai food alone, for what, the 600th straight day?  Oh look, one of my former lovers just sent me an sms trying to find sweet words to get me to see him.  It’s been like 8 months since I fucked him so silly that he’s never been able to forget about me, and why is he sending me these messages that are comical only to himself?  He wants me to fuck him again.  Except who is he, just some foreigner backpacker hiking his way through Asia?  No actually he lives in a 100,000 baht a month condo that he pays for himself because he’s very well off, 40 something years old, handsome, good looking, and a Bangkok resident.

    What does that mean, Bangkok resident?  It means he knows the game.  He knows his lifestyle and his money can buy any girl in the city, and it’s true, I know personally he’s fucked about 10,000 of us.  When you have money like that, this is the greatest city in the world to live in.  He calls me constantly because I’m the only girl to have ever fucked him.  Big difference there.  And ultimately, that’s my weapon I need to use to fight with.  I control men.

    In a world that operates under the principle of supply and demand, I’m very aware than in Thailand, trying to find a fucking super hot girl in her 20’s, who is university educated domestic and abroad, bi lingual, not knocked up, without a true boyfriend, is well read, and makes as much money as you is … well … like trying to find Foie Gras in Malawi.

    If we add to that supply and demand formula that I have a dominant personality.  Then further add the true secret of men, that 75% of you are submissive as fuck, and refine the equation by including a multiplier which states that I know how your brain works, I know what controls you, what motivates you, and I use that against you.   Well, in Thailand now you’re getting into Quantum Physics trying to find a girl like me to satisfy your needs.

    I may not know who’s Maslow , or maybe I do , but I know I don’t need it to make a guy I fucked a few times last year call me endlessly begging me to see him again.  A guy who can have any girl in the world, wants only me.  Of those, I have 100 in my phone.

    Of those, I want none.

     

    fatal attraction abyss

     

    For what reason?  Because they all want the Mistress side of me.  The side that fully understands men are submissive, most of them anyway.  But I don’t want to be just a Mistress for them, I want to be myself.  The “Goddess” side of me is the third side of my personality beyond the one i show to my friends and family.  I feel like a team that has Michael Jordan sitting on the bench and wanting desperately to win without him, to show that what they have as a team is enough to win ;  but then always having to call on him to save the game.  Understand?  I don’t know much about sports but you guys can relate to sports so I’ll try that analogy.

    This is why now at 1pm , I’m sitting here at Terminal 21 still , now in the food court, alone, lonely, sad, miserable, depressed.  I’m beyond my friends, trapped at home, unable to match with you guys intellectually, and can only use the Goddess side of me to capture your deepest dreams and desires.  And there it is , just as Jaa lost herself and had to quit this website to save herself, so am I going down that same road.  Fuck, so much so that I’ve even adopted her name, having done that how can my fate possibly be any different?

    Maybe it’s cuz this is the 3rd day of a waterfall period, i’m without sleep, up when i should be in bed, and I shouldn’t be writing when i’m emotional.  I don’t think it’s that though, I think this is deeper and I should be very wary of what happened to Jaa to not let it happen to me.

    But how do I change that?  Especially since it was me who wrote in a much earlier story ;

     

    [framed_box width=””]If dominating a slave like a boyfriend in a session is so wonderfully fun, is it bad that i’m wanting my next relationship to be like that? [/framed_box]

     

    My thoughts on that have evolved.

    So let’s go back to that supply and demand balance that is hugely in my favor , you’ll need to properly acknowledge that if you are to understand the philosophy of where i’m gonna go with this.  If 75% of the population of guys who want to know me are submissive and I represent for them something that less than 1% of all the women on earth can provide, the potential of attraction that exists between those two extremes is dynamic, exploitable and potentially fatal.  I’ll explain.

    If we define dynamic as : a force that stimulates change or progress within a system or process, then you can see that I’m describing the ensuing relationship as one that is evolving much like we as a species have evolved over time, so does this relationship as mistress and submissive.  For you it means that you are truly not happy with just a two hour session, be it with me or any other mistress.  Some are, most aren’t.  Most are looking for that feeling to be more permanent, similar to a drug induced high, that comes from being with a woman that can control him.  You’re looking for the one girl who both understands you, uses you, and loves you for that.

    fallingLet me tell you a story about something that I saw occur a few years ago.  This guy, I’ll call him Tom, saw almost every mistress in Bangkok on a regular basis, always looking for the one who would take him as her boyfriend so he could inhale the lifestyle 24/7.  One one occasion, I was to meet with Tom in a popular Starbucks in the late afternoon where his other mistress had ordered him to wait so that she could meet me and discuss the session he had planned for the three of us.  I show up in jeans and t-shirt, order coffee and sit with Tom awaiting Mistress ‘S’ to arrive.  She does, in full dominatrix uniform.  She strides into the open air cafe, grabs him by his chin, and face slaps him around so much that the whole cafe came to a stand still.  She demands to know why he sat down without pre-ordering a coffee for her and makes him verbally submit to a deferred punishment that evening.

    Then she sits down with me after he has gone to order and talks to me all sweet in Thai.

    Fuck.  This girl was lost.  Anything that had to do with her true personality, she had sold for this personality and why?  Because Tom and his friend were rich, and also hopelessly in love with Mistress ‘S’, so her chance at a ticket out of here or to a better lifestyle was through surrendering her personality and becoming this wild mistress woman instead.  It worked.  She got herself a 10 million baht condo all paid for and a Mercedez Benz , but at what cost?

    The only way Tom , and actually for the record, it was Tom’s best friend who stole her for himself , the only way he would consider Mistress S is if she could fulfill his fantasy of having a full time mistress girlfriend, which she was happy to provide at the cost of losing herself.  Like who does that?  What normal girl actually wants to walk around in full mistress clothing and make a spectacle like that in public, in her own country.  You really think she truly wants to behave like that?

     

    Or perhaps she came from the Isaan village life where you were lucky to have rice to eat every day, and from that perspective losing your soul is a small price to pay for a 10 million baht condo.  It’s Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs guys at it’s most basic, most primal that is motivating her.

    maslow hierarchy of needsThat’s something which you foreigners clearly lack knowledge of, or are oblivious to because of the privileges society gave you.  You simply have no idea what it is like to have to survive.  On Maslow’s chart i’d say 99% of all you guys are suffering when your tier of Belongingness breaks down.  Oh boo hoo for you.

    You should notice right out of the airport after you land here that you’ve stepped down one tier from your lifestyle.  Notice how all our homes have 10 foot walls and prison doors around each and every one of them, with barbed wire and cut glass on the top … instead of your big lawns, unlocked doors, and 2 door garages.  Ya that’s you falling into the Safety/Needs category that if foremost on everybody’s minds here.  In a land where nobody has anything, you protect what you have fiercely, because coming from where I grew up or where Jaa grew up, pretty much everything gets stolen.  You should read the story about Jaa going to school for a year without shoes because hers got stolen the first day.

     

    Mistress ‘S’ , and about 90% of the population here function thinking about level 1 of that chart every day from the time the sun comes up to the time they go to sleep , food , water, warmth, rest.

    How does this all create the dynamic relationship I mentioned?  Well if you have somebody who is looking for the impossible girl to find, and you combine that with a girl barely surviving, you get a situation where an environment is created , as false as it is, where anything can truly happen without limits.  It’s like falling into an abyss, there is no bottom.

    Well there is.  The bottom hits when Mistress S or whomever has all her level one and two needs forever taken care of and is ready to move on to level 3 just like you guys always are.  Hey, what do you think happens to you at that point?  Think about it.

    That’s where the exploitation part of the attraction comes in.  Whereas at first you have the power, with your money, education, jet set life, it’s the high demand caused by the sheer number of submissive’s that make the supply side take control of things very quickly once she has reached level 3 on Maslow’s chart.  At that point you become as insignificant as a one baht coin lying in the crack beside 2 laundry machines.

    hard rainThat’s why the whole Mistress / Submissive relationship that starts from an unequal class and wealth base is fatal.  It’s based on smoke and mirrors, falseness, lies, acting and whatever else that corrupts a relationship.

    It’s what I absolutely don’t want in my life.

    Dominating a slave is wonderfully fun.  I now feel it can be part of a relationship that’s like a playroom, you go there to play, and afterwards you’re done.  He accepts me for who I really am, and I’m good enough as myself to be with him, and the kink is a part time thing we explore.

    I want desperately to just be able to be who I am naturally in a relationship.  Every guy I meet though wants the dominant Goddess to play 24/7.

    Meanwhile, as I wait for the guy to love only me, I get more and more isolated in the place I live.  The thing is, I have no desire at all to play the game Mistress “S’ did just to get the ticket out of this life.  I said in a story before that Lima, Peru is the furthest possible place on the planet away from Bangkok and I said that even that isn’t far enough.  I’d consider the moon if it were possible.  But i’m not gonna sell who I am to get there.  I love that I’m a cool girl, I absolutely love who I am.  I love her enough to not let the Goddess side of me consume her.

    I’m not looking for a fatal attraction , I’m looking for an attraction that grows naturally.  I get asked a lot, “What if the guy you end up with doesn’t want you doing this job?” and  I say always then that’s the wrong guy because he hasn’t fully accepted who I am.

    The guy who has truly accepted me will hug me not because they want sex or have desire for me.  He will hug me out of pure love.  I haven’t found that yet, doubt I ever will.

    Fuck.  I have this life solved if I can find love.  Don’t we all though.

    jaa2 xx

     

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  • Climbing From Darkness | 6 Month Review

    Climbing From Darkness | 6 Month Review

     

    I’m officially the #1 Thailand Mistress now if judging by website popularity as this website which was started by the original Jaa 6 years ago jumped up 804,443 places in world website rankings to break the top 1 million and sit as the most popularly visited Thailand Mistress website in Asia as we rest at 940,937 in the world now.  I’ve done it by following these two principles, the first of which is;

     

    It’s not knowing what to do, it’s doing what you know.
    Tony Robbins

     

    I know how to seduce better than any Thailand  Mistress and I’ll bet i’m within the top 10 of World Mistress’s on the topic of seduction and mental bdsm play.  My girlfriend, well ‘she’ is a ‘he’, but he’s gayer than a tap dancing hyena ; s/he takes care of the photos that you have saved on your computer … admit it, you do.  Andrew, my creative writing teacher verbally insults me about my grammar and then corrects everything so I don’t make an ass of myself in my stories.  It’s a good team, each of us doing what we know how to do best.

    Those who know me not as a Thailand Mistress but know me outside my Thailand Mistress life would tell you that I bitch about two things, and two things only.  I live by this mantra …

     

    Setting goals is the first step in turning the invisible into the visible.
    Tony Robbins

     

    success… which makes my life unbelievably busy.  I complain about it ad nauseam but I wouldn’t be who I am if I wasn’t always trying to “get something accomplished” and here’s my list of things I needed to accomplish the first day this website was passed over to me on December 13th, 2014 :

    1. Get the website back to how popular it was when I started with Bangkok’s original Tease & Denial Mistress –  Jaa in 2012.
    2. Start a Twitter account, make it about my personality instead of self-promotion (which is what I hate about Twitter) and get to 1,000 followers by December 13th, 2015.
    3. Hit 100 session inquiries a month, which is what I figure is what the other top Thailand Mistress … Midori must have.

    Look, I’ve had a hell of a month.  It started with a breast cancer scare, was filled with frustrating all day waits at lo-so clinics before @ObediantOne on Twitter rescued me and a private clinic confirmed the lumps were just cysts.  I had an operation for one of them right away, and have spent the rest of the month condo shopping.  So your sweet Thailand Mistress is taking a break for 3 days as sort of a mid-year vacation.  Before that starts today though, let’s take a look at what this Thailand Mistress has done right , and what needs to be done still starting with the website.

     

    Thailand Mistress Pasaya #1 in Asia

    May 23, 2011 was the day that Thailand Mistress Jaa moved from her 2 year old Google Blogspot website to this Thailand Mistress domain jaa4u.com and you can see from the vertical purple line where I started that it’s been a long 6 month climb to get back to the average daily visits that Thailand Mistress Jaa had for many years before.  I started with her around December of 2013 so I’ve seen and experienced the whole peak to valley and back to peak cycle of turbulence brought on by both her desire to retire and the amount of time it honestly takes to have the experience to fully be a Thailand Mistress.

    That climb has moved me up almost a million places in rankings, well past all other Thailand Mistress contenders which is to be expected given that I have the only dynamic website of them all with new content every week in blog stories, photos, and videos.

    Thailand Mistress Pasaya #1 in Asia

     

    It’s not all as perfect as I would like though as I’m in the middle of the Google ranking on the first page if you search for Thailand Mistress , or Thailand Mistress Bangkok with others like Mistress Lorita placing above me on search even though she only just broke through the 5 millionth highest website.  Whatever you’re doing chick, share the love,  cuz you’re doing something right with SEO and I can’t figure out what it is.  I think if I had the name Thailand Mistress or Thailand Mistress Bangkok in my website name it would help but I really don’t know.  We’re good at content my sissy friend and I, but not so good at SEO stuff.  I’m sure one of you guys must be an SEO wizard and would like to be part of Thailand Mistress team jaa4u for the next 6 months as we move toward my next goal which is to reach 500,000 by January 1st, 2016.

    As much fun as the website stuff has been, I have to say that we have had the most fun with my Twitter feed.  I choose to write about the sessions that are remarkable in some way and instead of just being silent waiting for the next amazing guy to show up for a session I enjoy trying to get out my personality and what’s on my mind through Twitter.  Maybe i’m too far out there for most to understand , some tweets that I think are funny just go right over people’s heads I think ..

     

    At least some of my 426 followers find that funny, I wish more would haha.  I’m gonna keep trying to be me so if you are one of those guys who reads my blog over and over trying to get who I am follow my Twitter , if you read between the lines a bit you’ll really understand what’s on my mind day in and day out.  It’s hard trying to learn your style of humor when the only thing that passes for that here come with sound effects telling you exactly when you should laugh.  Maybe once I pass 1000 followers which is my goal by New Year you’ll either had adjusted to my humor or i will have gotten better.   Until then I’ll keep saving my Twitter with sexy ass tweets …

     

     

    inspirationOf all the Thailand Mistress , World Mistress , and maybe even Universal Mistress’s I bet I have the most Ass Worship session requests.  I used to think often about which Thailand Mistress has the most session requests and I set my goal of having 100 based on that desire to have the most.  Now that I’ve passed that goal I see why the other most popular Thailand Mistress has a stable of girls because it’s just not possible to handle all requests.  Yet, my business model is different than most, I don’t desire to be the Fast Food factory of bdsm sessions.

    I have Mistress Wael to fill two needs, the older clients who feel it’s easier to relate to a 37 year old girl more than a 28 year old girl, and those who just want what I can’t do very well and that is to give a world class massage with Tease & Denial.  More than that though, she is an angel, she even refers to herself as one haha.  I agree, she’s a real diamond in the rough, people who see her agree too.

     

    I’m looking for another very high quality Thailand Mistress but don’t hold your breath.  She needs to be university educated, sexy, hot, intelligent, probably been abroad, fluent in English, and can think for herself.  Trying to find a girlfriend here with that last quality here is as rare as an ice cube in the Sahara.  Trying to find one who fits all 7 is as rare as a tasty school lunch 😛

    Passing that last goal of 100 session requests a month has allowed me to really be picky about who I see too.  Since I can’t clone myself, and I can only do 2 sessions a day it doesn’t take a math genius to figure out I can do at most 50 sessions a month taking 5 days off as a break.  So last month I got 120 requests, I can’t really throw 70 out the door as some don’t follow through no matter how much I email them, but i can throw 20-30 out.  Thus, any guy who remotely tries to challenge me , gets a nice personal go fuck yourself reply.

     

     

    Jaa was a great Thailand Mistress , but guess what, I’m a great Thailand Mistress as well.  Choose your words carefully in your first email, you have to beat 69 other guys to stay out of the trash can.

    So what are my goals going ahead?

    1. 1000 Twitter followers by January 1st making me the most popular Thailand Mistress on Twitter.
    2. This website in the top 500,000 websites in the world, putting as much distance between me and the #2 Thailand Mistress website.  My plan to do that?  Well two things are coming…
    3. My first Amazon Kindle book is about the top 20 sessions I’ve had in the last 2 years, coming soon.
    4. Video clip store both generic and custom made within a month, now that @ObediantOne has sent me best video camera 🙂  You’re amazing.

     

    Ok, that’s it, i’m off for 3 days, Sunday to Tuesday.  It’s been a really fun 6 months, really looking forward to the next 1/2 year.

    jaa2 xx

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  • Cross Dresser | Becoming Cinderella

    Cross Dresser | Becoming Cinderella

    Cross Dresser | Becoming Cinderella is …

    Written by a Submissive Closet Cross Dresser , describing his Forced Cross Dresser fantasy with me as I took his cross dresser fantasy and made it a reality.

     

    My Forced Cross Dresser Holiday in Thailand

     

    Preparing My Fantasy

    I am a closet cross dresser, who are in no way ready to go out in public, dressed in female clothes.
    However, I have always dreamed about, how it would be to maybe having to stay dressed like a
    woman for a few days.  I really wanted to make my cross dresser fantasy come true.
    Therefore, I finally decided that I maybe should try nothing extreme but try at least a day or two. I
    also have always fantasized about being forced to be a cross dresser. Therefore, after deciding to go on a holiday
    to Thailand, I did start to search the internet, to see if there was anyone offering any kind of
    cross dresser service there.
    After, some search I did come across Mistress Jaa, I did finally pull together the courage to send
    her an e-mail asking her about cross dresser fantasies, and if she might be able to make my cross dresser fantasy come true.
    Mistress Jaa was very positive, and we did start to lay out some plans for a cross dresser type session. We laid
    plans for visiting a beauty salon, where I would get hair extensions and makeover.

     

    Finally in Thailand

    cinderellaThe plane had just landed at Bangkok Airport, it was early morning in Thailand, but I was quite tired,
    after the long flight. Also coming from Europe it felt more like late evening. However, I would have
    quite a busy day ahead. First task would be to find my hotel, so I did take the easy route, Taxi. I
    arrived at the hotel way too early for checking in, but they had room so that I could place my luggage
    at the hotel. Then I could start on the list, well the list was a set of tasks I had to do before my session
    with Mistress Jaa.

     

    First, I had to go and get myself a tourist phone card, so I headed for the nearest 7eleven, and quickly
    got hold of the phone card. The second task I would have to do was to find a waxing clinic, where I
    was supposed to get hair removed from my legs. It took me some time but finally I did find a salon.
    Lucky for me, I did not have to wait. I did order full legs waxing, the treatment was painful, but result
    was very smooth legs.
    I returned to the hotel, and was very pleased when they told me that my room was ready, and that I
    could cheek inn.
    The room was large, and had a big bed.

     

    Next task was to unpack, but I was only allowed to unpack the female clothes that Mistress Jaa
    had told me to bring. She had ordered me to bring one Cinderella gown, a skirt a top and lingerie, and a pair of
    shoes, or boots. I also had to bring my breast forms.  She would make me to be a Cinderella Cross Dresser !!
    The rest of my male clothes, I was not allowed to unpack, she had told me that I had to keep all my
    male clothes in a suitcase that could be locked with a padlock.
    After finished unpacking what I was allowed to, I did make my phone ready with the new tourist
    phone card. When it was done, I did send Mistress Jaa a text message, so that she had my phone,
    and I informed her about my hotel and room number.

     

    cinderella and sisterSession Day

     

    The next day, the day of the session. I had just had a shower and some breakfast, when it knocked on
    the door. I went to the door and opened, the very pretty woman, smiled at me. It was Mistress
    Jaa, who was there to pick me up for our session. I invited her in; she did look around. She
    started to inspect the room, and did make sure that I had not unpacked any of my male clothes. She
    also inspected the female clothes I brought.

     

    Mistress Jaa did also inspect the bathroom, and instructed me to pack my toilet articles back in
    my suitcase. While I did that, she did pick some of the female clothing I brought into a bag she had
    brought with her. It has just to show the girl what you will wear, so she can pick the right makeup for
    you she told me. By the way, wear these panties under your shorts she said, no male underwear for you
    today.  A cross dresser must be used to wear soft girls panties she said.
    When we left hotel, Mistress Jaa said something to the receptionist at the hotel, who after smiled
    and gave me a strange look. I was kind of wondering if she could see that I was wearing panties
    under my short, but no way, that is possible.  Can people see a cross dresser from only panties???
    I thought we was supposed to take taxi directly to the Beauty Saloon, but to my surprise, Mistress
    Jaa made the taxi stop at a shopping center. On the way into the center, she did hold my arm,
    and told me you need a few things.

     

    First, we stopped by a hardware store, where we bought a padlock, She smiles you know what this is
    for. The she lead me into a store selling bags and suitcases. She looked around and quickly decided
    on a very feminine pink bag. She had me carry the bag, because she already did carry one. Then she
    led me into a Perfume store.
    Mistress Jaa had me smell of different kind of scents, and did take good time looking at different
    kind of makeup, all the time explaining what it was for, and kept asking do you like the color. We did end
    up shopping a few different things, some makeup, and something to remove makeup and nail polish
    with.

     

    Next stop was an accessory shop, where she also did hold up many items, saying it would look good on
    you, and asking if I like this. I kind of felt that she did use extra much time on certain product just to
    humiliate me. Also, here we did end up buying a few things. She did took my cross dresser fantasy so seriously.
    Then we headed out, and Mistress Jaa did very quickly fix us a taxi. This time we headed outside
    of the busy big shopping street of Bangkok. We did stop in a less busy street, outside a small shop, I
    was not able to tell what it did say, because the sign on the shop was on Thai, but I did guess this
    must be the beauty salon.

     

    We headed out of the car, and yes, I was right this was a small beauty salon. We had to remove our
    clothes before going inside. I could feel my stomach turning inside me, and my body was shaking
    because I was nervous. I was thinking am I ready for this. There was only two girls working at the
    salon there, they smiled and greeted us. Then one of the girls ran to the door, and turned a sign
    there.

     

    cross dresser nails finished by mistress pasayaMistress Jaa who had noticed my nervous shaking smiled, and told me not to worry, it will only be us
    there she said. They are closed for other customers while we was there she told me.
    Then she spoke to the ladies in the salon, they had expected us and was ready. They only did speak
    Thai, so Mistress Jaa had to translate everything they told me. Mistress Jaa spoke with them a
    little, and suddenly she turned around to me, and said. They are saying that it will be more easy for
    them, if I can put on the female clothes that we had brought with us, would make it so much easier
    for them to find right color of makeup, she told me. Moreover, they had a small room in the back
    where I could change. And pointed, and put on bra and your breast forms.

     

    That will help them figure out how to best style you.
    I did as told, and when only wearing my panties, Mistress Jaa handed me my bra and helped me
    put it on, then she helped with the breast forms. She did spray something on them before she placed
    them into the supporting bra. Then she handed me the short white played skirt, and finally had me
    put on the black satin top.
    The she led me back to the girls in the salon, who had started to prepare a chair. They looked at me
    and smiled, and pointed for med to sit down. Then they adjusted the chair so I was kind of lifted up a
    bit, and then laid far back, so I was much more laying than sitting. Mistress Jaa told me that they
    would start with cleaning my face so I did not worry.
    Than one of the ladies started to rub my face and skin, she did scrub and wash, finally she did apply
    some creamy stuff on my face. And Mistress Jaa told me I had to close my eyes, to avoid getting
    the stuff into my eyes.

     

    When they was finished applying the cream, the raised the chair up, and did led me to another chair,
    this chair was very comfortable, and suddenly I felt that they guided my feet’s into a foot bath. I felt
    they started to work on my feet, scrubbing and cleaning, and shaping my toenails.
    I was tempted to open my eyes to see what they was doing, but the creamy stuff had turned very
    stiff, so it was kind of like wearing a mask of rubber over my face.

     

    I could smell that they was painting my toe nails, Mistress Jaa somehow noticed that I was about
    to open my eyes to peek on what they was doing. She said, do not open your eyes you will ruin the
    face mask, and do not worry about the nail polish, is just clear polish. She told me.
    cross dresser back photoAfter a while, it was time to raise up again, and they led me back to the first chair, I sat down and
    they had me lay all the way back again. I could the salon ladies kind of grabbing the edges or the
    creamy stuff, and suddenly she pulled it all off in one pull.
    I realized that suddenly it was Mistress Jaa that was standing next to me; she told me again to
    keep my eyes closed. Then suddenly I could feel that she did put something on my eyes. So even if I
    opened them I could see nothing.

     

    I could hear that all the girls did laugh; they then lead me to another chair. I had to lean back and felt
    that they did start washing my hair, after they lead me to even another chair, where I could feel that
    one of the girls was starting to work on my hair. Same time I could feel that the other girl was
    starting to work on my hands.
    Suddenly I could hear Mistress Jaa told the girls something, and again they had a laugh, then
    someone guided first my right hand then the left, to the armrests on the chair, click first the right
    then the left. Then Mistress Jaa, told me well sweetie, no there is no turning back. I realized she
    had cuffed me to the chair.

     

    I could hear that the a bottle was opened, and then I heard a chair. I realized the girls had opened the
    bottle of wine that I had brought, and did have a glass.
    Then they started to work on my hair again, I could feel that they kept working. Pulling stretching and
    adjusting my head all the time.
    While the other girl was working on my hand, they kept speaking to each other all the time, and very
    often, they had a laugh, I could only pick up one word here there. Somehow, after the girl had
    worked on each finger, they had to unlock the cuff, because I had to lay the hand on a plate or
    something that felt like kind of an oven. It seemed to be slow process.

     

    Same thing with the girl working on my hair, she had not even cut anything, but I could feel that I had
    more and more hair, because sometimes I got some hair in my face.  Was I becoming the cross dresser I always wanted to be or no?
    After a while, it seemed the girl working on my hands was finished, and somehow I could feel that I
    had longer fingernails. My stomach did twist a little, what I have done.
    The girl working on my hair also paused, and Mistress Jaa and the salon girls did discuss
    something, I could feel the they from time to time did lift my hair, and it was clear that it was
    something they did discuss.  I know I’m not the most beautiful person to make into a cross dresser … maybe the cross dresser fantasy is too much? I worry.
    Suddenly I could feel a quite strong smell of chemicals, and could feel that they did put some kind of
    stuff on my hair. They did work on this for a while, and then Mistress Jaa suddenly unlocked the
    cuffs holding my arms to the chair. They again guided me over to another chair; I could feel that my
    hair was quite long. They placed something over my head, and soon I felt warm wind blowing on my
    hair I guess they did want to dry something.

     

    Again Mistress Jaa did cuff my hands so I could not go anywhere.
    The noise from the blow dryer, made it hard for me to hear much, but I could hear that the girls
    probably had another glass of whine, and sometimes I could hear they laugh.
    After a while, they turned off the blow dryer, again I was unlocked and guided to another chair. They
    locked me arms again, and did start working on my hair one more. This time they did cut and style.
    After a while they discussed something, I could hear Mistress Jaa walking around me, seemed like
    she inspected the work. She said something, and then suddenly they sprayed something on my hair,
    that smelled strong and obvious female.
    Mistress Jaa told me that, now they was almost finished with my hair, and that the spray was
    only to make the styling hold., They unlocked me, and again guided me back to the first chair, where
    they had me lay back. Mistress Jaa told me that no, it was only the final touch of markup left, and
    we would be finished.

     

    Mistress Jaa removed the patches that did cover my eyes, but before she did, she made sure to
    place a cover over my chest, so I was not able to see my arms. And from where I did lay, I was not
    able to see any mirrors so I was not able to see how I did look.
    One of the girls did start working on my face, first she did concentrate on my eyebrows, and then she
    started to apply powder all over my face. She did take her time, seemed like she was concentrating
    to do a good job. She then did apply makeup around my eyes, and finally she did apply what seemed
    like layer upon layer of lipstick.  I want to be cross dresser Cinderella not cross dresser looking like The Joker !!
    Before I was allowed to stand up, Mistress Jaa did pick up something from the Perfume store that
    we bought. She sprayed me with it, it was very clearly a cent meant for females.

     

    Then they raised me up, and allowed me to take a look at myself, I could hardly recognize myself, my
    hair was long, and shit…what had they done, my hair collar was changed a little…and my nails was
    long pink near the root and white on the tip.
    Well I did not have the female shape, but my face and hair looked like a woman, with very glossy lips,
    and dark around my eyes.

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    I did pay the agreed fee, and when we was to leave… I could not see the shoes I did arrive with,
    clearly Mistress Jaa had changed them with the black heeled boots I had brought with me. She
    told me that she had put my male clothes in my pink bag, and showed me that she had locked that
    bag with a small padlock.

     

    Therefore, I would have no chose but to put on the cross dresser like heels.
    Suddenly a taxi that Mistress Jaa had ordered came, and Mistress Jaa grabbed my arm, and
    guided me into the car with her. Mistress Jaa told the driver where to… I felt very humiliated
    sitting in the back of the car as a first time cross dresser, and though everyone near did look and laugh off me.
    I though we was heading back to the hotel, but suddenly we stopped, and Mistress Jaa grabbed
    my arm, come. I told, please I am not ready to go out in public, taxi if on the edge for me. She told
    me we was not going to be outside, we are going in here, she said and pointed at a door. This is my
    place I have with some friends, Mistress Jaa told me.

     

    When we was inside, she said. Well now, you have had quite a good time she said, but I want some
    fun for myself also, you can’t be a cross dresser and not be shown off she said.

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    She shows me around and first we relax a bit, then Mistress Jaa ask if I have ever tried bondage, I
    nods yes. I love bondage Mistress Jaa tells me, come. She leads me into something looking a
    bedroom, but there many toys like ropes, chains and stuff on one side of the room. Mistress start to
    show me some body positions, and ask if I can copy her. After a while, she have me sit on the end of
    the bed. I sit on my knees, and she have me stretch out my arms to each side, so that reach each side
    of the bed poles. She smiles, hold that position she says, and quickly finds some ropes, and soon I am
    tied in that position like a cross dresser on a crucifix.

     

    She stands in front of me, and pushes her butt into my face, keep asking if I like it… and teasing me
    with you want but like this sweetie. Then Mistress finds a strap on, and put it loosely on outside her
    skirt…she kind off push it against my face,… you want this sweetie.. You must open your mouth
    sweetie she says. I hesitate, and Mistress looks angry with me, and then pick some device from the
    shelf. She orders me to open up my moth, and when I finally does, she push a device into my mouth
    that forces my mouth to be open , omg a cross dresser nightmare what will happen to me now.

     

    Mistress then tease me with the strap on, suddenly she puts a blind fold on my eyes. Suddenly I hear
    another voice, and another pretty woman steps inside. She smiles what do we have hair. Mistress
    and the girl that arrived start make talking and giggling. Mistress removes the blind fold, she and the girl stands right
    in front of me, teasing me with their buts right in my face, suddenly and a bit too late I realize the
    other girl is not a girl, because suddenly she push her dick right into my face, and then she forces it
    deep into my mouth. I am not able to escape, and can do anything to stop her. She force me to suck
    her.

     

    After a while, she pulls the dick out of my mouth, and shoots her cum, on my face and eyes. They
    leave me tied up there, and leave me alone in the room for a while.
    After a while, they comes and untie their cross dresser, and help me fix makeup a little. Mistress says she think it is
    time to bring her slutty cross dresser back to my hotel, so she orders a taxi, when back at hotel, we hurry to my hotel
    room. When inside, mistress Jaa comes in with me. We have a cup of coffee. Mistress tells me
    that all the makeup they used today are water proof, and I would most likely need some time to
    remove it. And it is a kind of strong nail polish that not will come of very easy. Mistress makes me put
    the t-shirt and shorts into my suitcase. She then locks my suitcase with the padlock we bought earlier
    that day.

     

    Then she put all the stuff we bought earlier at the Perfumery into my bathroom.
    Then she have me open the hotel safe box, she puts the keys to the padlock inside it, and sets a new
    combination. And close it.

     

    I will send you the combination tomorrow she tells me, but remember you have to open the door if
    somebody knocks on it, my friend might want to have more fun with you…. And if you are not looking
    like a pretty cross dresser  when she knocks on the door, I might never give you the combination, she teases.

    So now I write this waiting for somebody maybe will knock or not I don’t know.

    She did give me the best cross dresser fantasy i can imagine.  I am the real Cinderella cross dresser the world is not ready for.

     

    Cross Dressing Fantasies

    jaa4u.com

     

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  • Jedi Mistress | Mental Domination

    Jedi Mistress | Mental Domination

    [dropcap style=”dropcap4″]M[/dropcap] y knee touched his, as soft and silent as memory.  An accidental touch maybe?  After all, I was only leaning over him looking at some photos I had let him take of me with his digital camera to begin our session

    “Oh I like that one I said”, gesturing to the small photo on his camera screen, “show me the others” I urged him and as he began to flip through the others my hand rested just on the back of his left shoulder that I was peering over.  Feigning interest in the images I bent over so we were cheek to cheek allowing the sharp scent of my Fame perfume to linger up to his nose.  Yes, his face was iron, his eyes steel, but the bead of moisture sliding down his forehead in an otherwise cold air conditioned room told me his defenses were breaking.  I’ve told you in other blog stories that I am very aware of micro things others would not notice such as moisture on the forehead like he had, and that to some extent is what the purpose of this story is.  Anyways, to confirm the weakening of his armor I moved my knee but an inch from his and like a magnet he readjusted to once again regain the touch he had a minute ago.

    “Stop that” I said as I laughed and then pulled the back of his hair lightly as a mild joking form of punishment.

    “Stop what” he replied as innocently as a doe grazing in the woods.

    “What has you more bothered, my hand on your shoulder, the scent of my neck, or my knee rubbing against yours?” I asked.

    stuck in boobsIt wasn’t more than twenty minutes ago that he had tipped his hand that there was something about me that made him lustful, as soon as I had met him in the cafe he chose to not walk beside me to the lift but rather he chose to trail behind me.  No doubt so that he could take in the view of my waist long hair swaying in tandem with my shifting ass just beneath as I walked.  I chose not to call him on that but took note of it, however this time I wasn’t about to let the fish off the hook.

     

    “Neither … I didn’t ”

    “Didn’t what?  You’re honestly going to jeopardize the rest of your session with a lie so early, knowing that I have already caught you?  It’d be better to admit the truth and take the consequences.”

    He put the camera on the desk beside my computer and combed both sides of his hair back with his hands as if he were trying to remove the guilt from his face and store it in his hair behind his ears somehow.

    “Your smell, it’s hypnotic.”

    “Really?” I said in my sweet innocent voice.  “Why what does it do to you?”

    “It makes me aware of how close you are to me” barely barking out the words, I could feel his confidence seeping out of his skin the way a sponge would leak water.  “More aware than my knee touching you, or my hand on your shoulder?  Were those not nice as well?”

    “th..they were, all of them … Mistress” he looked at me with lost puppy dog eyes.  “So when you said stop what, you admit you were in total denial, do we agree?”

    No reply, his jaw simply dropped an inch as he stared blankly up at me.  “Look at that, you’re so sorrowful that you choose to just stare at me, did your Mistress give you permission to look into my eyes at all yet?” and his gaze immediately went to my feet.

    I took him by his chin as I sat down on the bed behind me and pulled him down to my foot and he followed without a struggle.  As his face hovered over my foot I reached in and brushed the back of my hand against the stiffness in his pants catching a bit of the dampness on his shorts where he was already leaking from within.

    Humbled, hard, and humiliated , all within 20 minutes of meeting, if I could do that every time I’d be ready to call myself a mistress of the Jedi council, specializing in Jedi mind manipulation.  I don’t need a  Jedi light saber, a Jedi cloak, or a Jedi laser pistol, I only need a man in my presence and most times I can control him as simple as that.

    Most times.

    In all honesty, that was a really good session, I picked up on a lot of clues and I took a chance in setting that trap and an even greater chance in calling him on it.  You see, I’m confidant in what I do with men, i’m just not always perfect.  Still, I think I perform at a level far above any other mistress, I can tell by the feedback in my emails and phone sms conversations the following weeks after a session.  I just wish I could do it consistently with everybody I see, but it’s not as easy as that.

    stuck in boobs twoThere are four levels one can reach in dealing with a man’s desires, thoughts and emotions, the last of which is the Jedi level that i’m trying to climb to on a regular basis.  But let’s start with the basic way most Mistress’s control their submissive clients, and that is with force.  (not that Force … the other less sci-fi one)   It works because it’s a primal instinct.  Fear works.  It’s fear that controls people truly.  Let’s call a dungeon session what it is though, it’s nothing more than a stage for an an act, attended only by the audience of one’s mind.  It would take a crazy Mistress who has no regard for any promised safe word, to bring you far beyond your pain tolerance and keep you trapped in the furthest reaches of your imagination of horror to truly have this kind of session be memorable.  As none of us want to be arrested for torturing someone, this method of controlling a man has very small limits.

    Leading us to the second level, a level where the soon to be Jedi Mistress is sexy enough to be able to evoke a reaction from her submissive man by the things that she does.  It requires that she is aware enough to pick up on his reactions and pursue them to a deeper depth.  Even if the Jedi trainee cannot however, the session has broken some ground into the journey to the depths of the male mind for she has released desire the way one would release a tiger from a cage.  It’s free to roam, free to feast, and it’s a great thing to behold, but ultimately it cannot be controlled by her.

    Now I know with almost every guy I see I can instantly get that reaction of desire, the trick is to mask it.  I’ve talked in depth before in other stories about how I like to play the role of the simple, innocent and sometimes naive girl which allows me to take the back seat and study you without having to do much if any talking.  Being different than 99% of the population here in Thailand, there is that wall of uncertainty that exists between you and me as your Mistress, as if you are on a journey without a road map all of a sudden.  Your time and tested methods of how to act with a girl before are thrown out the window, and in it’s place you find yourself stepping very carefully in each action you decide to do.

    That works to my advantage, because I know you are turned on by me, but you have no idea at that moment the tiger is free with what to do with that desire.  There are all kinds of things I do to build up that desire, just as I’d say the majority of confident girls know how to do as well.  Unfortunately for them, that’s as far as they are willing to push their confidence, because it’s a safe zone, there is little or no chance of failure at risk.  What I try to do as an aspiring Jedi, and the few other excellent Mistresses in the world try to do, is take that desire and not only harness it, but use it against you, which brings us to levels three and four.

    “Our session was like a Jedi Mind Trick on me”

    I entered Level three as Mistress Jaa’s Padawan learner 2 years ago, watching and learning from her Jedi skills in every session we worked together.  There’s a lot of failure in this level, and to be true it’s not really a Star Wars level at all, I just write that shit because it’s a guy thing you can relate to.   If I were to accurately name this level, i’d call it “Becoming self-aware.”  Hey, like Skynet in Terminator, or OS in Her, depending on which movie you are attracted to more.  I haven’t found a horror movie that’s into being self aware yet, but if I find one that’s what you’d be watching if you were with me.

    Self aware means that nothing happens any more by accident, everything that I do to turn you on is not only purposeful but also planned.  Going back to my session two or actually three days ago now, hey these computer problems have really pushed back how long it’s taken to write this story … anyways … I was self aware when I put my hand on his shoulder, when I leaned close to him to let him smell me, and especially when I touched his knee with mine.

    I know that each of those things that I did started a chain reaction of questions in his mind and at that point instead of looking at the photos we had just took together, he was asking himself things like …

    “did she touch my leg on purpose?”

    “why is her knee still there?”

    “does she notice?  If she does, does that mean she likes me?”

    “Now she’s touching my shoulder, I should just play cool and not let her know that I notice … fuck her finger just moved a bit towards my ear, keep calm, keep calm.”

    “She smells amazing, I want to eat her.  Wait, am I drooling?  Did I just drool on my leg?  If I look down at my leg will she notice?”

    “ok dick is hard, it’s fine, I have it trapped between my legs, it won’t show … wait wait she moved her knee away from mine, she’s offended, she knows, god damn my dick, god damn you, you one eyed brainless snake.”

     

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    “I’ll chase her knee, it felt so nice, I need to reacquire touch, stealth mode enabled, cloak of shadows engag….fuck she noticed , fuck why did I put all my points into sex appeal and none into stealth.”

    haha … did he actually think all those things?  Probably not, but it would be awesome if he did.  To think all of that though, i have to be a bit conceited in how I imagine your brain being affected by my closeness.  That’s why I say, even though this last session was as close to perfect as it gets, there are a lot of guys it doesn’t work on.  Some guys are turned on by being made or forced to do things for instance, and none of these games going on in my head would be close to true … until the moment i grabbed him by the chin and forced him to his knees … which is exactly why I did that, like buying insurance for myself.

    It’s an instinct thing that I have to rely on, and that’s where I’m a bit stubborn.  I rely on my instinct more than most, I depend on it to work for me and I put all my faith in what it tells me.  So it’s really a leap of faith when I’m imagining all these tiny reactions happening in you, but not nearly as much of a leap of faith as what the Jedi level calls for.

    Ah the Jedi level, or sometimes as I call it , “Make Jaa  look like an Idiot” level.  For the record, trying to read what a Sissy wants is like Superman trying to look through lead and I have had more than one session where I’m thinking I have his dick as hard as a light saber when actually I have his ass opening and closing excitedly like the Sarlacc monster.  I don’t get Sissy sessions yet, I’m as far away from being a Jedi as Jar Jar is from being popular.

    What is the Jedi level then?  It’s that moment where I not only know what is turning you on and what you are thinking about it, but that I call you on it at the exact moment your thoughts are out of control.  That’s what caused the bead of sweat on his head, it’s what made him choke on his words when he tried to retouch his knee with mine.  That Jedi Mistress moment when I’m so far in tune with what’s going on that playing with him becomes so easy, that’s the Jedi level.

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    This is what makes guys go weeks, sometime even months after their session without being able to get me out of their mind.  It’s what has made countless guys break down and cry uncontrollably (right Dieter?) , it’s what has made guys refuse to come see me again because it’s dangerous to do so (right Richard?) , and it’s what has made guys rethink what it means to be submissive for days on end (right Matt?)

    [framed_box width=””] Matt  Jun 27 to me Just a thought. U should do a story on Pavlov’s salivating dogs and a comparison with ur customers. I know I was waiting expectantly for ur next tweet after a couple of days off… For me these feelings usually subside after a few days until a new session begins to get close. Those who see u more regularly must remain in this state constantly![/framed_box]

    Again, just so you know that it all levels out, the session immediately before the one I wrote about above, the guy from Singapore just sat on the bed laughing for the whole two hours, and it caused me to break right down to level one as I hit him mercilessly.  I kind of went way way past the sane mistress that is needed for that level and put him into a state of fear.  He was 22, maybe at that age everything is still a joke to him as his baby mind is still learning to understand the world he is in.  Or maybe he’s just the kind of guy who plays with his dick because it gets hard, wipes it on the bed sheet and rolls to the other side of the bed.

     

    I’m not a Jedi Mistress yet.  I fail where a Jedi should succeed.  Maybe some men are totally different.  But then Master Jedi Yoda would say to me …

     

     

    “No, no different, only different in your mind.”

    So I’m learning the Jedi way …

    Jedi : I’ll try

    Master Jedi Yoda : No do, or do not, there is no try.

    I’m doing.  There is no try.  You should therefore book me before I learn how to control your dick as a Jedi mind trick.  At that point I’ll have to do a whole new story on how I left being a Jedi to go to the dark side … cuz that power would be way way too much fun 🙂

    jaa2  xx

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  • Kinky Tunisia Boy

    Kinky Tunisia Boy

    Where can I get a DeLorean in Bangkok?  Why would I need a DeLorean you ask?  Well, the idea came from this email …

     

    Introduce Yourself : Your name, age, and country: Paul , 17 , Tunisia

    What are your interests for your session?  Strapon in my ass

    How Long of a Session would you like?  2 Hours

    With whom would you like your session with?  Mistress Jaa

    Pick a Date:   [highlight type=”light”]January 21, 2011[/highlight]

    Email:   [email protected]

     

    Wow 17 years old !   Those Tunisians start their kinky fantasies early I guess.  I’m relieved to know they’re all named Paul over in Tunisia , I was worried I’d have trouble pronouncing a Tunisian’s name.  Anyways, I’ve been doing email all morning and this was a chance to see if I can get back to trying to be funny after the last few days in my life have been anything but.  My reply to him was …

     

     

    Arrival1Hey Paul, I’ve heard Tunisia is a bit behind the times in keeping up with the rest of the world, but booking me for January 21st, 2011 makes me think things are worse than I thought over there.

    Once i have finished my time machine prototype and am ready for the testing phase I’ll alert you by email to make arrangements for our session date.

    Traffic in Bangkok isn’t very conducive to getting a Delorean upto 88 mph so i’m working on channeling the human anger of being stuck in traffic to generate a spontaneous human combustion effect that should allow time travel if properly harnessed.

    Since only living tissue can make it through the time travel process, we’ll have to find a camel prod to make due for your strap on session.

    I look backwards to meeting you.

     

     

    tunisia_sahara_camel-showing-teeth_0I’m a movie geek ok, I can’t resist.  Hey if i do go i’ll let you know if i see R2D2 when i’m there.  Maybe i’ll even be able to bring a camel prod back for one of your sessions?  haha

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Jaa2 xx

     

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  • French PickUp Artist Humiliated

    French PickUp Artist Humiliated

    My t-shirts should all say “Warning, BDSM Mistress, handle with care.”

    The stereotype of Thai girls is that we’re all easy to get into bed, just hint that you have money behind some decent looks and an hour later you’ll be balls deep inside one of us back in your hotel room.   For the most part that’s true, 90% of every girl you see here has a hidden price tag and can be bought from the bargain basement price that a hot restaurant waitress would go for up to the very expensive price you’d pay to take a car show model home with you.  The other 10% are hi-so girls and would rather be found dead than be seen with a foreigner.

    Then there’s me, the .0001% of Thai girls that you can’t buy, and no sweet words carry enough magic to make me open my legs.   To get me it actually takes wit, intelligence and a certain ‘je ne sais quoi’ that makes you desireable.  It’s thrilling to meet a man like that.  A little bit handsome, well dressed, nice fragrance and the rare ability to think with the brain on his shoulders and not the one between his legs.  The problem is that i’m swimming upriver trying to find a man like that given the stereotype of Thai girls.

    As such, I have to always assume that the guy is scumbag looking for a quick fuck, masking his personality behind some sweet words and a quick lunch that would impress the mindless moronic masses of women here, but not me.

    The other day I found myself at Terminal 21 once again for a mid afternoon lunch and being quite aware of what’s going on around me, I noticed that a guy had quickly made his way up the very long escalator ride to the third floor but had stopped just behind me unwilling to pass further.  He followed me up to the fourth floor as well and it was there that he placed his hand on my shoulder to introduce himself to me.

    A french man, young, 30’ish, with a handsome face and a charming smile was begging me to have lunch with him.  I admire men who have the courage to introduce themselves to me out of the blue and I gave him the chance to dine with me.

    The vast majority of men, I find to be very attractive, until of course they speak.  Most men last 15 minutes with me before their mouth seals their fate with me.  It took him a bit longer to fuck up because we were talking in our second language and his vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.  So was mine.   I was straining to understand his accent.

    Mistress Jaa2:  What would happen if I told you I want to slap your face right here?

    You can follow along , this video matches the dialogue below, I recorded him as we sat and ate so you could see for yourself how most of these conversations go when a suave foreigner runs head first into a Thai Mistress not having the slightest clue who he’s dealing with lol…

     

    Mistress Jaa : Why do you want me?

    Everything you speak, I love it.  The voice for me is marvelous.

    Mistress Jaa :  And why do you follow me from the escalator?

    You don’t understand why I am following?

    Mistress Jaa :  No

    (correctement?) When I see somebody , i have to get close, because I see what I desire.  And you why do you look me so bad?  (I thought he said ‘i love when you look at me so bad’)

    Mistress Jaa :  So you love when I look at you so bad?

    Oh la la la , very excited.

    Mistress Jaa :  You get excited by that?

    Yes the more difficult it is the more I love it.

    Mistress Jaa :  So the more difficult it is the more you love it, so how about if I kick you?

    I love this.

    Mistress Jaa :  You sure you love it?

    Not kick.  Not violent.  Strong.  Strong, only this.  Not violent, because if you not violent to me i’m not violent to you.

    Mistress Jaa :  You say you’re gonna take care of me , what do you mean? (It was the first thing he had said at the escalator, ‘let me take care of you, anything you want’)

    What does it mean take care?  Me, I have money.  Many women try me for money (I think that’s what he said)

    Mistress Jaa :  How about if I said I don’t need your money.

    You say already you don’t need money,  I tell you, why you speak like this?  I don’t know.  Alors, let me make you happy, let me take you shopping.  Or let me make you happy if you don’t want my money.  You’ll be my supermodel.

    Mistress Jaa :  Supermodel?  Sounds good.

    My money cannot buy you, but my money can make you happy.  Can make you a gentle
    man can make you sweet … (hard to understand the last part of what he said)

    Mistress Jaa :  So how can you make me happy right now? (Because 99% of men are words with no actions)

    Now?  Alors, now , uhm, you like ice cream?

    Mistress Jaa :  What?

    You like ice cream someplace else?

    Mistress Jaa :  Say again?

    You like ice cream someplace else?

    Mistress Jaa :  Yes.

    Yes?

    Mistress Jaa :  But I want to eat here. (The male eats where and when his mistress chooses.)

    Here is no good.

    Mistress Jaa :  Why?

    But you want tea or coffee no?

    Mistress Jaa :  Yes.

    So I can order …

    Mistress Jaa :  Order what?  You’re gonna pay for that?

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    Mistress Jaa :  Cool.  It’s ok, order here.

    You think I’m gonna come and let you pay?  No when I sit with someone I pay. (Yes I know you will)

    Mistress Jaa :  Good.  Then ok, I will order here.

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    Do you think when I stay with you I pay myself and not pay for you?  No it is not my style. (He’s trying to win me by describing what is his duty in the first place lol)

    Mistress Jaa :  Good.

    I don’t let you pay yourself. (He has given himself hero status by this amazing gesture.)

    Mistress Jaa :  Good

    Aiiiy, you make me crazy.   If we can go back I go kiss you long time.  (And there it is, the dick couldn’t take it any longer, it had to interject.)

    Mistress Jaa :  And why you think I want to be your girlfriend?  It doesn’t make sense you just met me one hour”  (before I can say ago he puts his finger to my mouth to make me be silent)

    I tell you true, if I am no scared of you I go kiss you long time ago.  You understand? (Gives you an idea of how easily this guy gets girls back to his hotel in the past)

    Mistress Jaa :  You think I’m gonna let you kiss me here?

    No if I do you will boxing me but I will tell you true, I will try because you make me crazy.  True.

    Mistress Jaa :  And then what?

    You are the first woman, listen to me, to make me crazy like this, you make me tops in this, you make me excited a lot. (Most men have no idea how to handle this desire, this urge I create inside them by being desirable but unattainable)

    Mistress Jaa :  What would happen if I told you I want to slap your face right here?  (He physically pulls back from me immediately after I say that, he had been leaning closer and closer into my personal space)

    No.  Slap me no no.  I hate to be.  (The confusion in both his voice and his body language is suddenly hilarious to me, I shocked him to his core with that.)

    Mistress Jaa :  I want to slap you here. (At this point I hold him by his chin with my left hand and pull him to me.  The tables around us stop to stare and he notices.)

    No

    Mistress Jaa :  Yes  (I raise my right hand to face slap him)

    No

    Mistress Jaa :  Yes, yes, yes, yes.  (He moves left and right to pull himself away from my hold on his chin.  Then he sits there looking at me with the lust of a dog in heat.)

    This make me crazy.  Now listen me I tell you true, I slap my bone for women , I speak true.  (His dick is about to take over his brain, I can feel it, it’s seconds away at most.)

    Mistress Jaa :  But not all women are the same.

    Mistress Jaa :  I’m not those women, you can pay money and i’m gonna fuck you.

    Just keep it sexy.

    Mistress Jaa :  I tell you now.  I don’t care your fucking money because I can make that money in two hours.

    No you can do but you won’t I know baby.

    (And now he tries to slip money into my hand secretly as a payment for what he really wants, probably because he can feel he has lost all power in the conversation and even fears at being struck in public.  Thus, the primitive male brain when stripped of its false layers of confidence resort to what is left when being absent of any remaining ego … they try to pay for sex.  Because in the end, it is the man who chases the pussy, not the other way around.)

    Mistress Jaa :  Yes but then why you offer me money?

    Are you not understand again?

    Mistress Jaa :  I don’t understand.  It sounds stupid.

    No?  I am stupid?

    Mistress Jaa :  Huh?

    I am stupid?

    Mistress Jaa :  Ya.  Maybe.

    I choose to like you.

    (Can you hear it in his voice?  The sound of failure.  At this point he was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.)

    Mistress Jaa :  Really?  If you want to fuck some girl you go to Cowboy or Nana.

    No no no , i never go to (Soi) Cowboy and fuck a prostitute.  I offer you, I speak to you, because I like you.

    Mistress Jaa :  The problem is ; I don’t like you , that’s it.

     

    I stood up and left him speechless at the table while his dick brain retreated into his balls as a turtle’s head would disappear into its shell.  The only thing left for his money to buy was my part of the bill I left him with.

    Jaa2 xx

     

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  • Natural Domination

    Handling a submissive man should come naturally, as in it’s not something I think about doing , rather it’s just something I do when the time and place is right and I don’t give it much thought.  The man is simply required to do as I ask, when I ask, without question.  There’s really little regard for the slave’s wishes, desires or reservations … he simply ‘does’.

    The thrill of it for the slave is that the “doing” may be called upon by me at any time or any place.  In fact, we could be out for hours and acting in a very normal manner, the way most dates in the world go about happening.  Then after a bit of shopping, a bit of dinner you’ll suddenly get a taste of what it’s like to be out with a mistress and not a normal girlfriend.  You’ll be walking with me towards the BTS Sky Train station when I flick my wrist at you to push you off towards the cashier to buy me a card.  You don’t get thanked for doing so, it’s your responsibility to make me happy.

    ferris wheel femdomWe disembark at Saphan Taksin station to see a night market with an enormous Ferris Wheel overlooking the river.  You’ll decide that it makes me happy to share a ride on the Ferris Wheel, but I’ve already decided that it’ll make me happier to make you worship me on the Ferris Wheel for as soon as we’re on I push you to your knees as I sink back into the window and make you lick and suck my dank sweaty feet for 10 minutes.

    Yes we’re hovering 200 feet over the river and it’s a spectacular view but for you what view could be more spectacular than the dirty soles of my feet that I’m pushing into your face.  I look up and to my right at the people gawking at you from the car above us and give them a smile as I pet your head with my fingernails.  Hell I might even pull up my dress and let you kiss my ass to give them a good show.

    What am I thinking while you have your nose buried in my stinky ass 200 feet above the ground?  Am I thinking how much you’re enjoying the opportunity to do so?  No not by a long shot.  I’m getting off on the fact that I’ve become the horrific center of attention for the two gay guys in the car below us and the three prissy girls in the car above us.  “That’s not how us girls are supposed to behave” … I can read it in their faces, their eyes are iron.  Hahaha.  Love it.

    I’m also thinking, “that’s as close to my pussy as this guy’s ever gonna get” , and that’s for holding a very expensive wallet gift out between his finger and his thumb like it was a dead fish a few days before, a mistake that would take a year of punishment to atone for, but it’s an atonement I’ll never allow him to have.

    Here’s another example.  We recently went out on a double date, Mistress Wael with her beaux and me with mine.  My guy was 20 years old, the youngest date I’ve ever had for a mgfe session while her date was 55 , the oldest she’s had for a mgfe. Age matters not.  Only obedience.  It happened that both showed up early, one 15 minutes too soon and my guy who was a whole hour premature in his arrival.

    For that you pay the price of disobedience.  The time I give you in the session to show up is not a suggestion.

    So I put him to work.  There’s a lot more going on in this video of the preparations for that date than appears, can you figure out what task he was given, my guy.

    Most girls would say “have a seat” to a guest arriving early if he is to be made to wait.  I prefer “be a seat” as I rather like men to be furniture rather than sitting on one.  Other than ‘accidentally’ hitting his balls on the escalator a few hours later, that was the only physical action I did with him as his mistress, the rest was all mental.  Hey, after shopping at my favorite store H&M he didn’t offer to hold the bag of clothes, nor did he offer to pay.  So he crawled off the bottom of the lift while 50 people stopped and watched, he got the point of the message after that.  It’s good to get these little life lessons at 20 years old haha.

    I wouldn’t think of making a 20 year old kid from India barely out of High School pay for anything , but he got punished for his action, or lack of it.  Just as the wallet fish guy got punished, and probably the guy tomorrow will get punished.  It’s all little bits of training that I serve naturally.

    Jaa2 xx

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