Hi it’s Mistress Wael 🙂 I am having a party May 23rd to celebrate the end of my 3 years in Bankruptcy. For me it is Freedom Day. I made a big mistake a long time ago to marry. I was young and very broke and alone. I just moved to the capital after university because there were a lot of jobs for chef here. I lived in an awful small room. Just a little bit bigger than my body and not really room enough for my things. Really I had no idea about life outside my little house in the country up north. All my life I knew only two places school and home. Slept with the first man …
Netflix Tease & Denial sessions with me, Mistress Wael. You have to not cum until the final credits of the movie. You are not allowed to interrupt the movie with moaning because it annoys me. Your job is to be silent and let me watch the film. If you make a noise, your balls get spanked. If you cum before the movie is finished then I will do painful Cock & Ball Torture instead until the movie is finished. It is your responsibility to pull your cock away from my hand if you are about to cum. The safety of your balls depends on you doing so. I don’t expect you to last the whole movie. Nobody does. But …
The older I get, the less I care. I put that in my Facebook today. It’s a lie. I’m going to tell you the most bastardy thing about this job as a Mistress , which is : It makes me care very deeply about people I shouldn’t care about , because when worst comes to worst , I cannot contact them. Let me tell you what’s going on right now in my little insignificant world. Yesterday after a late night session I was doing the laundry as I always do and was carrying this big beige laundry basket back to my condo from the elevator. I set it down on the kitchen counter rather than taking it straight to my …
Apparently I talk like a man. 20 first dates this month have told me so. No not deep like Barry White , which is a pity because a voice like that would come in handy if we ever trade in Songkran for Whacking Day. We do have a lot of snakes in this country so ya never know, could happen. If whacking day ever does come, rest assured : I will be useless because I do in fact have a sweet girls voice. It’s my tongue they’re referring to. See, all these first dates would rather see my tongue wrapped around their cock but instead it tosses challenges and insults like two 70’s Miami cocaine dealers in the back room …
Ballbusting , if you’ve had it done to you , in all likelihood it’s been done incorrectly. Too many mistresses look at ballbusting as a way of extracting maximum pain from a man in minimum time, before casting him aside like a spent torch. If they only knew the one truth about testicles , a secret that men keep locked up as tight as a bowstring. Which is? The fear of pain is far greater than the deliverance of such. That fear can be harvested , strained , and aged like a fine wine, and therein lays the true pleasure of such a session. Interestingly, I came upon this revelation quite by accident. It was about two years ago when …
Having the personality of a Mistress is like having a flawed super hero power. It’s like having the ability to fly – but at an altitude of only 1 foot off the ground. Or like having the ability to run super fast – without the ability whatsoever to stop. I, like a super hero, have the ability to control men – yet I repel them. C’est la vie. In actuality, they repel themselves. Dave certainly did, wouldn’t you agree? Dave wanted Tinder Pussy and instead got Tinder Humiliation and no doubt if he too has a blog I’m being compared to a demonic lamb in it. I’ve moved on from Dave, or vice versa – fair enough, but I’m indeed …
I fucked “Dave“. Or , more exactly, “Dave” fucked me. As per usual though, how it went down is not quite how you are envisioning it went down. To say that “Dave” fucked me connotes visions of seeing me with my hands spread out clinging to any crack in the wall as “Dave” cups my tiny perky breasts firmly with both hands and beast fucks me from behind with forceful deep strokes that make my knees shake. Beads of sweat roll off my matted hair and drip down my forehead as I endure his merciless pounding well past the half hour mark. Well don’t clap for “Dave” just yet, I know you have him as a HERO in your minds, …
Dave just left my condo from our first date. He thought it was a date, in reality it was just an experiment of mine. Lately, these “mistress’s boyfriend for a day” sessions have been so amazing that I’ve started to wonder if the crazy suggestive techniques I use on my submissive harem of men would work equally well on a stranger who has no idea that I’m a Mistress – one talented in the art of Seduction. So I thought it would be interesting for you guys to peek into my mind and relive with me what just went down over the past five hours on my “date.” It’ll give you a glimpse I suppose at how my mind works, …
Dicks are delicious!! I wouldn’t know because I don’t suck them, but going by the sheer demand of guys looking for a forced bi session I’m guessing cock is a delicacy. Whether or not that’s true can be up for debate… but for now, let’s be real. There’s nothing forced at all about a forced bi session. So this notion in your mind that I somehow am going to drag you by your hair into my bedroom and lean your head over the edge of my bed while one of my harem of studs I have hiding in the closet is paraded out over top of you to have his dick slam deep into your throat while you kick and struggle …
I haven’t been hiding the fact I’ve been pretty damn lonely since returning back from Europe in January, to the point where I’ve found myself doing something I’ve never done as a mistress at any point in the last five years which is inviting somebody to stay longer. It wasn’t something I even planned to do , I just spontaneously blurted out after a rather nice session “if you liked it so much, why not stay and let me show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.” I suppose I just wanted company, the lonely side of my brain would justify such a request as being such. But there’s been a growing devilish part of my personality that’s fully controlled …
