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  • Ultimate Humiliation

    The Ultimate Humiliation that you are seeking is actually in your mind.  Let me explain.

     

    R.I.P my secret massage shop that I have been using for humiliation on soi 22 for the longest time.  It’s gone.  Replaced by a 7Eleven 🙁

    That’s 2 of our favorite shops that Mistress Jaa and I used for special fetish ideas that nobody could find anywhere else which are now closed.

    The first was the ladyboy “hair salon” right on Sukhumvit just before soi 7.  In the front it was a hair salon for sure.  But a lot of our slaves never made it to the salon chair in the front room.  They got taken to the back room.  A dark room beside the bathroom that had only 1 chair and one tiny military bed.  The chair was never used for hair cuts.  The bed was never used for sleeping.

    That’s where 3 or sometimes 4 and one time 5 ladyboy’s who were controlled by Mistress Jaa (mostly because I was new back then) would push any slave we brought there way past any of his limits.

    When they closed that building we lost all the sound proofing foam we had bought to cover the walls.  Sad.  Mistress Jaa called it the ‘room of muffled screams’ lol.

    But that was her room really.  Her discovery.  Mine was on soi 22.

     

     

    I didn’t find it myself though.  I found the massage shop from a shy slave who told me a story about the place from a time he went there to get a ball massage.

    One time when I was doing a Tease & Denial session with this shy slave he said to me “you are really pretty” and I said back to him “Mistress Jaa is pretty , I just have better talented hands.”

    And he said to me “Compared to my last massage, you are a supermodel …. trust me.”

    “If I am a supermodel , she must have been super ugly then” is all I could think of to say back to him.

    Then I saw him shake his head and roll his eyes.  “I don’t want to talk about it” he said so quietly like he didn’t even want me to hear him say it.

    I grabbed all the skin on his balls , pulled it down so I could grab more and when I did I twisted it all the way around so far that he started to turn on the bed the same way to stop the pain.

     

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    “No.  Tell me.  I want to know.”

    And after he said “ok ok ok ok let go” I untwisted enough to let him tell me what had happened to him.

    And so he told me about how he went into the very last massage shop on the left side of soi 22 , just past the Japanese private bars that were there at the time.

    He asked the girl at the desk for a 1 hour ball massage tease.  But his mistake was that he was too polite.  When the manager lined up the girls for him to choose he said “it’s ok , you choose for me” because he thought it was rude to choose a girl.

    That doesn’t make sense to me.  He was ok to go into a ball massage shop to get a testicle massage but … he was too shy to choose the prettiest girl to do that for him?  Strange.

    So he got what he deserved.  In my opinion.

    The manager took him to the massage room and told him to shower and lay down on the massage table after.

    Ok.  Let me stop the story there for a moment.

     

     

    After he finished telling me the story about what happened after that … I went to the same massage shop to talk to the manager.  Because I had an idea.  I wanted to make a business deal so that I could bring my slaves there one by one and the manager would know exactly what I wanted every time I went there.

    Let me give you some advice.

    Thai’s help Thai’s.  It’s what we do.  We are taught to be helpful.  Especially to those crippled or older or to someone pregnant or to a monk.

    When you go to a massage shop.  Choose the girl you want.  Same for a sex shop.  Order the best steak on the menu.

    Or … for sure you will get the worst steak on the menu.

    Fast forward.

     

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    Back when I was just starting my ideas of finding sexy fantasies for slaves to play out in real life for them … this was my very first idea.

    The very next slave I was spending an evening with after the shy guy , he had told me he wanted humiliation.  Public humiliation if possible.

    When somebody asks for humiliation usually they imagine everybody laughing at him.  His ears turn red.  He has to look at the floor because he is so embarrassed.  He has the feeling like he really wants to get the fuck out of whatever place his Mistress has brought him to.

    And I thought … it would be even more lovely if he had all those feelings without anybody laughing at him out loud.  What if all the laughing was silent?  And that silent laughing could feel 100 x stronger than loud laughing?

    I took my next slave to the same ball massage shop.  I even phoned ahead to tell the manager I was coming so she would know what to do.

     

    Goddess-WaelHe was about 45.  From Vancouver.  Super submissive shy guy.  Stocky strong guy.  Big thick cut cock on him though.  So thick that the reason he came to me often was because I was the only Mistress who could do Tease & Denial good enough to keep him hard.  He had a problem staying hard.  He could get hard no problem.  Just could not stay hard.  I think his thick cock made it difficult for him.

    But as you know … there is nobody better at teasing than me.  Or well , so I thought.

    We went into the massage shop and I told the slave to order a ball massage for an hour.

    Instead of lining the girls up she turned and ordered the prettiest girl to take him upstairs to the room.  I followed.

    The girl told him to shower and lay down on the table.  When he did I began to tie his hands and legs to the massage table so he could not get up and leave.

    That’s exactly the reason I told him I was tying him to the table too when he asked me.

     

    “Why would I leave?” he laughed.

    “I don’t know. Why would you?” I said.

    I sat down in the corner of the dark room and waited.  5 minutes later the masseuse walked in.

    She was the mother of the old manager at the front desk.  75 yrs old but she looked 85.

    “What the fuck” the slave said.

    He said that again when the old grandmother started putting oil on her hand.

    He changed his words to “no , no fucking way , no fuck no” when she started stroking his dick.  He even shuddered.

    You see.  It was the grandmother who had massaged my shy slave the week before when he told me about her.

    Only thing is.  When the slave told me about the story he told me that the thing that made him the most shy about that hour is that she made him cum like nobody has ever made him cum in his life.  So much so that when he tried to walk down soi 22 after the 1 hour his knees were bent inward and trembled with every step.

     

     

    So I went and asked the manager why the grandmother was so good and if she would like to make a lot of extra money.

    You see, it was the grandmother who was playing with American soldiers cocks back when American’s were in Pattaya for the war.  That was when she was much much younger.  After the war was over she had opened her own massage shop in Pattaya on soi 6.  She joked with me that she had made over 10,000 soldiers cum and that they all came to see her because she was the best in the city back then.

    When they moved to Bangkok it was her daughter that opened the ball massage shop on soi 22.  But she was too old to get chosen any more.  The joke of the shop has always been that any customer that doesn’t have the balls to choose the sexy girl they want … always gets the grandmother.

    So what’s worse than a 75 yr old grandmother stroking your cock?

    Why a 75 yr old grandmother who really knows what she’s doing while stroking your cock.

     

    Dominatrix Wael BangkokMy slave found that out right away.  He started to get hard.  Then he got really hard as I watched her press her thumb into the spot below the head of the cock and just make tiny circles.

    But when her other hand went down to grab his balls, that is when he had to close his eyes and wish it was somebody else in his dreams that was driving him crazy.

    At that point I got up out of my chair to see what she was doing.  This is where I learned my “secret” testicle technique.  It’s her secret , not mine.  But I use it every time.

    With her thumb and 4 other fingers but not her ‘fuck you’ middle finger she was stroking the skin of his balls.  Just pulling the skin down over and over again like she was stretching out bread dough.

    The middle finger was playing over his asshole though.  And that I think is what was making him moan and beg her to stop.

     

    “Please don’t.  Please don’t.  Please stop.”  he was almost crying when he said it.  See this is why I tied his hands and feet.  For sure he would have used his hands to make her stop.  But with his hands tied he had no way out.

    She played with him like that for 50 minutes.  She didn’t have to change anything.  Just the speed.  Every time he got close to cummming she would slow down super slow so he couldn’t orgasm.

    Then she would speed up again.  Same thing.  Thumb under the cock head pushing.  4 fingers pulling the skin of his balls.  The palm of her right hand  pressing and making small circles on his balls and her middle finger massaging his anus.

    His knees started shaking in the last 10 minutes.  I saw it.  But I couldn’t believe it.  They first started quivering.  Then they started trembling.  Then shaking.  And in the last 5 minutes they were convulsing.

    It was like he had no control of his muscles from his hips down to his toes.  He was twitching and shaking and crying the whole time.  For one hour he kept saying “please stop.  oh fuck my life.  please stop.”

    But she didn’t.  No she didn’t stop at all.  For 1 hour this grandmother didn’t get tired or lose her focus even for one second.  It was like she was milking a bomb to explode.

    When she dipped her finger into his asshole and stroked his prostate he screamed “oh my god no” and his hips came way off the bed.  I mean … way off the bed.  Like in The Exorcist when the girl floated over the bed.

    Only then did the grandmother start pumping the cock with her left hand.  With her right hand she started to finger fuck him very hard.

    But what was so cool was how she made him cum.  She did this thing that I still cannot do yet.

     

    With her finger still in his asshole with the heel of her hand she pushed into his prostate so hard that he moved down the bed a little bit.  She is 75 years old and I still wonder how an old lady like that pushed a slave down the bed.

    She pushed his red balls up over his cock so that her left hand and right hand were together almost like they were tied.  Then her baby finger wrapped around the bottom of his balls and she squeezed his cock hard.

    The cum went over his head.  All of it.  Not even close to his hair either.  I mean … way the fuck over his head.  The first three shots anyways.  Shot 4 hit his mouth.  Shot 5 hit his chest.  Shot 6 hit his belly button.

    Then she held it there like that for 1 minute while the rest of the clear cum leaked out and onto his pubic hair.

     

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    The grandmother said in Thai “puut taa” loudly like she was mad.  It means ‘open your eyes.’

    “She wants you to look at her” I said standing beside her.

    He did.  And when he did she spoke English to him and said “say thank you.”

    My slave cried the words “thank you.”

    She turned to leave and politely in Thai I told her to please wait one moment.

    I turned to my slave and told him to quickly get dressed and follow the grandmother down the stairs.  No shower, no wiping himself off with a towel.  He had to get dressed over the cum on his chin, chest and stomach.

     

    The stairs at that old massage shop are steep.  Very steep.  When you go down to the 3rd step from the top you can see all the girls at the shop sitting in chairs at the bottom.

    They were all looking at the grandmother coming down the stairs first … and without my help at all.

    Then they saw my slave.   His knees shaking.  Two hands holding the railing to stop him from falling because his legs had no power.

    Each step down he looked like a baby deer that was just born trying to walk for the first time.

    Only this baby deer had cum all over his neck and shirt.  It had dripped down onto his shirt.

    The girls began to chuckle.  Then they began to laugh.  Finally they all stood up and pointed at him and laughed as hard as they could while he ran for the front door.

     

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    Actually they didn’t.

    In reality they all sat there politely.  Some smiled.  But none laughed.

    However, what I wrote is exactly what my slave told me he heard later that night.  He was sure he heard them all laughing at him.  He was positive everybody on soi 22 was staring at him as he tried to stumble down the street with his knees touching each other and his balls throbbing.

    But it was all in his mind.  I was beside him.  Nobody was looking at him at all.

    The humiliation had fucked with his brain so much that he was hallucinating everybody laughing at him.

    That’s exactly what I had hoped for.  Only, I had no idea the effect could be that strong.

    To this day he still emails me and gives me sh(t about making that memory for him.  He can’t get the memory out of his brain he says to me every time.  He tries and tries to forget.  But how can you forget what happened when a grandmother who looks like she’s 85 gave you the hardest orgasm of your life?

    Since then I have used that grandmother about twenty times.  But then covid hit and I hadn’t even gone back to soi 22 until yesterday.

    Seeing that shop closed down was the saddest I have felt since the pandemic started.  So many of my perfect humiliation memories happened the exact same way over and over again in that shop.

    Only to be replaced by yet another fucking 7Eleven store.

     

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    If you decide to fill out the form, double check that you’ve typed in your email address properly cuz guess what?  If you fuck that up, I can’t get back to you, end of story.  It’s shocking how many guys can’t spell their own email address.

    Mistress Wael is available from 1pm until 10pm every day, while I am available at either 7pm or 10pm Monday – Thursday and 4pm on Friday’s.

    1 hour sessions are 5k baht while 2 hours are 7k.

    Human Toilet Training with Mistress Wael is 15k and with me it’s 20k.

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  • Erectile Dysfunction Treatment : Steroid Tease & Denial

    Erectile Dysfunction Treatment : Steroid Tease & Denial

    Using erectile dysfunction , a saddening condition amongst older men – as a tool to make older men fall head over heels for me is maybe a bit unethical …  but holy fuck is it fun for both the man and myself!  Let me explain.

     

    Let’s first start with the genesis of the idea as I happened upon it via a set of unfortunate circumstances for my doctor friend in South Carolina who just recently retired.

    In summary , what happened to him is he retired this year in his mid 40’s , and being single via a three year old divorce he opted to begin his new life of freedom by kayaking all over his state.

    His dream being to find a Robinson Crusoe like uninhabited island and live there for as long as he could survive … a length of time as it turned out that lasted exactly 3 hours and 15 minutes.

    The island he had set out for , well his calculations of the tide and water currents not to mention shipping lanes in the channel set his arrival time back from 8pm to well after midnight.

    Arriving in pitch black on the wrong side of the island he had to haul his kayak through marsh , weeds and thick shrubbery to the other side of the island where he tried to make a hammock beside a campfire.

    Only, the mosquito net that he tried to wrap himself in had a hole in it and within minutes he was being eaten alive by what he described as insects so plentiful that the campfire was completely blacked out.

    He made his way back to the mainland on zero hours sleep and a body that had every muscle seizing up and hit land at sunrise , his body bitten so badly that he said he looked very much like Martin Short in the movie Pure Luck …

     

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    The selfie photo he sent me absolutely verifies that he looked more like Seth Brundle as The Fly and less like a human being, let alone a doctor.

    He drove to his own hospital, the one he had just retired from and his own nurses and doctor’s gave him a week of steroid injections , something he had never received before or prescribed as he was a surgeon and not a general practitioner.

    For two weeks , I received a very long email every single day … not detailing how he was recovering … not describing the unbearable itchiness all over his body … but only of his rock hard cock which had come back from the dead.

    You see, my doctor friend has suffered from erectile dysfunction ever since he was in his 30’s.

    It wasn’t a severe erectile dysfunction back then, but as he described it,  … there was enough ‘encouragement and kneading’ necessary even back then that he knew it was going to be a major problem once his hormone levels started naturally dropping.

    As he puts it … “now in my 40’s the sexual thoughts and urges are all the same, but there is rarely a reaction down below , even though I desperately want one to occur.”

     

     

    What the steroid treatment for his insect stings did was kinda made him a superhero like Spiderman , he told me umpteen times that he felt like he was 22 years old again.

    Lamented many times that he wished he was back in my country where super hot pussy for any willing and able man is plentiful and cheap.

    By that time I was listening internally to every email I was reading … but at the same time the gears were grinding away with full force and speed in my mind , for I began to think of just how many of my submissive guys suffer from the same erectile dysfunction.

    And more so … how I could give them this super power … and use it against them in the evilest of femdom ways.   But with fucking covid keeping all my test subjects …. err  … customers far away , finding one was going to be a challenge.

     

     

    Because here’s what I was thinking.

    Erectile dysfunction sufferers want desperately to get their cock back to feeling like it did when they were 22 right?

    And given a normal thought process , having been set free from erectile dysfunctin , no matter how temporary and fleeting that time period might be , the average man with new superhero powers like my doctor friend had would indeed seek to conquer as much pussy as possible.

    But what if the arch-nemesis of said superhero was a Mistress , a cruel domina who would use that hard cock and the hour glass beside it to deny him of any pussy but mine … and even then , drain every last ounce of devotion out of him before allowing him to maybe fuck me just before the steroid effect wore off.

    As the steroid worked its way out of my superhero’s system, he’d awake on the other side only to find himself locked in chastity, and then I’d send him back home to his country having once been a superhero … but having not conquered one single pussy in his time of glory.

    And like Batman’s obsession with CatWoman , I’d have teased him so much and loved him so deeply while he was 22 again , that I’d become his permanent aphrodesiac.

     

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    Luckily , where I live, such steroid injections have lovely 5 star luxury clinics where such a pleasureful injection is quite widely available.  All that is needed is some blood work done beforehand , a few tests and then faster than you can say Bob’s your uncle … you’ll become whatever 22 year old hard dick superhero you imagine yourself to be.

    I’d rush you back to my condo , tie you down to my bed here , and just gently caress your cock and balls ,  waiting for you to roll back the years as I do so.

    And when your cock springs to life from it’s erectile dysfunction -al comatosed state , I’d make my slave cum down my ass crack over and over until his balls had run completely dry.

    I’d face sit him , rub my pussy up and down his mouth all night ,  make him eat pancakes and syrup off my nipples in the morning ,  pull shrimp out of my asshole for lunch , and lick my whipped cream filled pussy for dinner.

    Then I’d tease the fuck out of him again and again and again , but I’d only let him cum that first time his cock got hard.

    Thereafter I’d leave him with an exponentially incresingly painfull set of blue balls as I locked him in chastity every night and let his cock try and pulse its way through the metal.

     

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    I’d kiss him passionately , let him suck on my tiny nipples until his cock was leaking cum all down the inside of its metal cage and make him memorize the smell of my asshole all week.

    By the time the steroid began to wear off,  he’d be so deep in love with me , and so frustrated – that he’d almost wish his cock would go back to its erectile dysfunction -al state again , just to escape all the teasing.

    Oh my god, how fucking cruel and fun would that be eh?

    Depending on how good he looked – like my doctor friend at 46 is quite hot still – I’d fuck his brains out on one of the last days his cock was hard.

    In fact, I’d pump him full of Viagra so that he’d never get soft no matter how many times he came , and would tie him to the chair downstairs so that I could sit on him and ride him anytime I wanted in the morning afternoon or evening.

    It’d be a fuck day.   I’d just fuck him endlessly, even if it was a quick 30 second hop on and hop off as I walked past him with the laundry basket in hand.

    But I wouldn’t let him cum.  In fact, they’d all have to be quickies … little 30 second fuck sessions.

     

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    That’s because , well a side-effect of abstaining from sex for so long now – my pussy – as I’ve been told – is as tight as it was in high school … any year in high school if you catch my drift.

    And no man , not that there have been many … like one per year lol … but no man in the past five years has been able to last more than a minute inside me.

    As one guy put it afterwards , it was like my pussy walls were so tightly wrapped around his cock that it felt like they were pumping the cum directly from his balls immediately upon first entry with their tight pulsing.

    So I’d have to be ever-s0-careful while fucking a 22 year old cock trapped inside a 52 year old man , as no doubt he’d ejaculate almost after first insertion.

    I’d probably have to double up on the condom to further reduce sensitivity.

    But ruuber cocks do nothing for me so … hmm  , its a judgement call.

    Fuck I’m wet thinking about it.   I seriously can’t wait to pull this off.  I’ve been planning it , dreaming about it,  hell I’ve even gone and visited not two but three clinics to learn as much as I can about the whole steroid process.

     

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    I figure, if I do this right , as lovingly as I can possibly do it … it’ll be the tease to end all teases.

    Because it’ll be a tease that’ll last in perpetuity.  Right?  He’ll always remember that week with me and if I’m right … it’ll be such an experience that any guy will want to repeat it over and over.

    Which is good for business , but also great for my ego … which can get pretty large sometimes when it comes to wanting to be the world’s greatest tease.

    I just had to write about it because it’s been consuming my mind day and night now for weeks.  I scratch pussy to it every night almost.

    Just understand … the 50 year old guys in my fantasies … are all fucking hot ok.   So get your ass and your limp cock to the gym and work on making that body hard , even if the cock can’t comply in turn.

    It will , once you’re injected , I can’t wait to be CatWoman to your Batman !!  ( at least for a week or so )

     

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    This is the Ferris Bueller part.  The end of Ferris  Buellers day off  where he came out after the credits and said “you’re  still here?  go home.  the show’s over.  go home.”

    erectily dysfunction means limp dick.  i’m just typing  erectile dysfunction enough times so that my seo program is happy.

    maybe my seo program has erectile dysfunction.  do you  think  that is possible?  can an app have a limp dick problem with erectile dysfunction ?

    Wonder how many more times I have to type erectile dysfunction.  See the pain in the ass of writing these stories?  99% they are off the top of my head.

    But 1% has to be focused on the technical stuff that i dislike.  like ranking for erectile dysfunction which is the keyword for  this story.

    I didn’t have to make the keyword erectile dysfunction.  It could have been any other word but I chose erectile dysfunction.   Ok enough.  I have to pee.

     

  • Breaking my 4th Wall

    Breaking my 4th Wall

    Here’s a sure sign that tells me I’m way too used to being filmed lately.

    Yesterday I was out and about knocking off my ‘to do’ list of errands right from the get-go I kept running into these “are you fucking kidding me?” moments.  You know, those moments where some dude says something , or you see something outrageous right before your eyes and you whisper those exact words.

    Usually just one such incident is enough to set us off right?  Well I had three in succession.

    Only … I broke the 4th wall on each one by glancing away at an invisible camera as if I was being filmed , just like Ferris does in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off …

     

     

    Because , no shit, there’s been a camera in my face nearly every other day for a year straight and so … ya … I sometimes feel like Ferris here in real life.

    Started with me being on the BTS and I got this email for a supposed session … from a girl.

    A 70 year old fat woman who wanted to be abused and humiliated.

    Well right off the bat my spidey senses were tingling … except whereas a male Spiderman’s senses would tingle his obdula oblongota , mine just tickles my nipples.  ie: I can smell bullshit a mile away.  ( <– finally borrowing that saying from an old American friend )

    Here’s his email and my instantaneous reply …

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    Perhaps, had he changed the file name to “me playin bingo” I’d have bought his story for .01 hundredth of a  second longer.

    Point is though, when I hit reply – I looked up at that invisible camera and broke the 4th wall right away – just for an instant  – and then went back to my email.

    Seconds after that as I stand up to get off a foreigner comes to stand beside me – gawks at me – which given how I’ve been dressing lately out in public is fine I’ll give him that – and opens with “hey , I’m new here, can you help me find a good place to eat around here?”

    Immediately I break the 4th wall but this time I hold it … so much so that the blonde hair dude glances over his shoulder to see who or what I’m looking at.

    “If you were as white as Casper the Ghost I’d buy that you were new … but you’re darker than the tar baby in Br’er Rabbit … so ya, that’s a lie.”

    “Oh” he was momentarily surprised , then composed himself to say “you’re clever, I like clever girls.”

    To which I snapped “no you don’t , you like ez pussy, that’s why you’ve been here so long that your skin’s turned black , now kindly fuck off.”

    And out of the train I stepped , went down the steps , out the turnstile where I got whistled at … loudly.

    Turned around and saw a guy from my country who must have been 80 or if not, 90 years old , with one leg and a fu manchu silver-white moustache with matching eyebrows to boot , exactly like the guy from Kill Bill

    Again, broke the 4th wall and even smiled for the non-existent camera , then fuck it … shook my ass for him as I walked away doing the walk that I do which gives guys instant hard ons …

     

     

    Not that he could get it up at that age, but at least he’ll  remember me as much as I have his eyebrows perma burned into my memory now.

    Ya so that’s it, rapid fire wtf moments , all inside a 5 minute span and then after that a pretty normal day.

    Ah , well there was this dude in a Ferrari stuck in traffic outside my condo.  I laughed at him as I went into the bakery to order my coffee and my apple turnover.

    Then laughed at him 5 minutes later when I walked out and caught up and passed him 20 meters down the street.

    I dunno man, having a sports car in this city is about as useful as trying to shoot pool with a piece of rope know what I mean?

     

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    What else.  Ah yes.  The pCloud – damn am I proud of myself for coming up with that idea for storing our 400 femdom clips.

    I suggested to Mistress Wael who’s going through the same anal retentive song and dance charade that I had to go through to get her models approved for onlyfans … just so she can post her videos on the blog …. to just don’t.

    “Give all your subscribers your pCloud folder password and just inform them of every new video name and its location when you load it every morning.”

    Took 6 months for me to realize that there’s absolutely no point in uploading anything remotely controversial to the main blog.   Only thing the main blog is for is shaking my tits ‘n ass …

     

     

    All the juicy videos go to the pCloud and are linked and so … now Wael and I are fighting over who gets to load videos to our pCloud all morning afternoon and night via games of rock , paper , scissors … which is impossible to win vs. Wael.

    Seriously, if any of you can win a game of ‘first to 10 wins’ in rock paper scissors with her please for the love of broccoli tell me how you do/did it.  Thank you.

    Anyways, she’s happy, she’s got like 40 loaded already with another 60 or so to go.   She’ll be live with that to all her subscribers by tomorrow.  Now my next mission is to get ladyboy Mistress Arita down here so we can do the same for her.

    Ok that’s today’s update.  On my onlyfans this first half of the week I’m featuring the super hot Tease & Denial videos I shot over  the weekend and then I’m chomping at the bit to film a wonderful foot / stocking / shoe worship video that was submitted to me.

    Which reminds me … IF any of you guys have creative ideas as to what would look great on video … PLEASE … write it down and share it to us.

    We LOVE guys with imagination who email us and say “this is a cool idea from my imagination , do you mind if I share it with you?”   Yes, yes and yes.  Please, with sugar.  Ok not sugar, Stevia.

    I’ve shot almost every single idea submitted so far.  So if you have great ideas don’t hesitate to drop yours in my gmail inbox:

     

    mistress.pasaya@gmail.com

     

    Later boys,

    xx

    Book A Session

    Looking to book a session?  You can either email us :

    Mistress Jaa : [email protected]

    Mistress Wael : [email protected]

    Or fill out the form below.  Don’t forget to check out my Loyalfans femdom blog , or Mistress Wael’s Loyalfans blog its a great way to get to know more about us through our photos , videos and daily stories.

     

     

     

     

     

  • 24/7 BDSM Slave | A Mistress’s Guide

    24/7 BDSM Slave | A Mistress’s Guide

    You said you wanted to know how to be a  24/7 bdsm slave | FemDom slave.

    Do you really want to be my pet?

    You see what  I’m sayin’?

    What are you prepared to do?  Everything you can , naturally.

    And  then what are  you  prepared to do?

    If you open your fantasy to reality on this fetish my slave you must be prepared to go all the way.

     

     

    I’m  so tempted  to keep quoting The Untouchables from there.   Aw fuck it :   “She pulls a dildo  ,  you pull an ass plug.   She brings a chastity, you bring a vagina stretcher , that’s the Bangkok way.”

    But let’s  not  digress ,  the question  remains:  “and then what are  you prepared to  do?”  ( 24/7 bdsm slave )

    ‘Going all the way’ as my 24/7 bdsm slave is nowhere near what  you  see  on pornsite videos  ..  you  know the  ones  I’m  talking  about …  where the slave is constantly worshiping the  mistress … getting HIS dreams  and desires fulfilled.   What  do  you expect,  99%  of  all porn  videos  are uploaded  by men – indulging their  fantasies.

    Let’s be crystal clear about  something  …  if  i’m allowing  you  into  my life for any significant period of time – be  it  marriage ,  or a  ‘Mistress as a  Girlfriend Experience’  in  let’s say Europe  somewhere  for  a week …  you’re fulfilling MY desires ,  not yours.   Trust me,  whatever  pleasure  you  get  out  of  the  experience  is  secondary.   So if  its  playing out  in  your head like  an event  filled 24 hour ogry of sexual gratification  that  pleases  your  cock ,  well you can  fuck  off.

    I’m telling  your  right  now,  there’s going to  be shit  that  you  don’t  like being  my  24/7 bdsm slave.

    Let’s start with down time.

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    On our OnlyFans blog I’m trying to  show  you in snippets  of  film  what a  prolonged  stay  with  me  might  be like.   In the foot worship video ,  I’m coming home from a workout at the gym.  Now when we filmed  that all I  did was run around the rooftop running  track  that  we  have  a  few  times  to get moderately  sweaty , which at  2pm in  the afternoon in 40C heat  only takes 5 minutes to  get  a  good  sweat  on.

    So in  truth, Wael my cameragirl  and  our semi-full time 24/7 BDSM slave we’re only waiting at  most 10  minutes in my condo ready to shoot  the scene upon  my return.

    In that scene our  24/7 BDSM Slave  is  sitting  on  the  sofa  reading one  of my illustrated film noire like books  on female domination …  just sitting there in my spot on the sofa  looking smug as  a rug at me when  I  return home.

    What  you  don’t know  is  that he’s  positioned  as  such because  I’m  recreating a scene from my mind recalling  my Mistress as  a  Girlfriend  trip to Istanbul ,  Turkey  a couple years back.   I  had instructed my date , my slave,  my  submissive  … whatever you’d like to  call  him  …  to call room service and have my clothes dry cleaned , to  order lunch and have it  ready  for  when I got  back  , and  to draw a warm bubble  bath  for  me as our suite  had  a gorgeous oval tub  that I was eager to relax in.

    I headed up to the spectacular gym that our hotel  , Elite World Europe provided and well ,  I’m a  sucker  for swimming pools,  in particular  … unique ones.   One of the  reasons I chose the  condo I’m  living in now  despite its tiny perceived size  is the spectacular swimming pool down on the 6th floor.   The most beautiful hotel pool I’ve swam in was the Marina Bay one in Singapore.   Elite World though …  it  caught my eye for how voyeuristic it is , what  with  it being situated right  in the   middle  of the workout area surrounded by men running on their treadmills,  all gawking  at  me  in  my tiny  bikini  as I’d  float  by  them again and  again.

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    What’s  the  average time  a guy  jogs on a treadmill  in  a  hotel gym?    Would you  say 20  minutes  is  fair?

    I made a  game out of seeing  how  long I could  keep  the  same overweight undershape businessmen persevere on their treadmills  just  to catch my and my boobs float by them every couple of  minutes or  so.   I’d make eye contact at  some point  with each and  every  one and  throw them  a knowing smile as I floated towards  the  far end of the pool.

    90  minutes!  For over an  hour  and a half I  kept  every single one of those guys … except  one …  running in  place ,  giving them the workout of their lives.   Afterwards I strolled  naked  into  the massive co-ed sauna and got a few  more lower body salutes thrown my way.   An hour  later I took a shower and headed  back  up  to the room.

    I opened the door,  walked in, and there was my 24/7 BDSM Slave passed out on  the sofa snoring away.  No dry cleaning had been  picked up ,   there  was no bath ready for me ,  and there  was certainly no food  to be seen  anywhere.    What does  he  do when he acknowleges  my presence?   He smiles.   The  fucking audacity.

    “I got bored” was  the first thing  he  said.

    See?  He’d  been  watching too many fantasy porno bdsm films where the mistress  has her 24/7 BDSM Slave tied up  in the dungeon and her  and  her team  of  12  mistresses  are  attending to  his  cock 24/7 until he  passes out  from  exhaustion.    That ain’t the case  Mr.Magoo.

    The reality  is,  there’s a lot of down time ,  and you best fill  those minutes  or hours by attending to all  my demands.

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    So in the onlyfans  video  where I  toss  the  book he  was reading onto the  rug  and order  him to  the  floor …  that’s precisely what  I did back in  my hotel  room  in Turkey that day.   I  grabbed him  by his  tie  ,  dragged him over to the den table  and  tied him by  that very  tie  to the  leg  of  the  computer  table, and  then proceeded to bang  out  a  blog  story for  the  next three  hours while  sitting on his back.

    Only … he developed back cramps  10  minutes in , and then back seizures from bearing my weight  for so long.   By  the end of the first hour enough sweat  had dripped off his  face to  make  a  sizable puddle on the  floor  … and when I  looked down  and  saw  it  I  ordered  him  to lick  it up pronto.  Half  way through that blog  story  my human  table gave out.   He layed down on  the floor  saying  “I cant mistress,  I cant”  …  so I walked on him.   And ground my heel into  his  neck.   Kicked his ass.   Eventually I  ordered  him to go bring  the table’s proper  chair  back  and to  go  finish  the fucking  tasks  I  had  given  him  hours ago.

    By  that time  I was  pissed.   Just  like its annoying to  have a  full  time  human  toilet  that doesn’t  function properly  ,  it’s equally irritating to  have a  wanna-be full  time  24/7 BDSM Slave who’s a full time  failure.    I’m  like  every  other  girl  in the  world  who ,  once I’ve  l0st  my  mood  , stay the fuck away from me.   The only fun  I had that day was  making those business dudes  run on the treadmill , the  rest – except   for the hour  in  the sauna – had been disappointment.

    But sadly,  that’s  what initial experiences are like as these noob full time  24/7 BDSM Slave find  out that not being productive in all  those down  time hours can ruin an entire day.

    That’s just down time follies  though.

    What about something you’d truly hate,  like being humiliated  and  used?

    Again, watch  a femdom  related  video,  …  made by a  man  ,  or read  a  femdom  story  … written by a  man.    It’s  all  about him.   If reading  , look for the number of times  you  come  across  the words  “pleausred her” ,  “pleased her”  , “licked  her” ,  “fucked  her.”

    Do you really think that as  a  Mistress who’s controlled,  dominated,  ballbusted , owned ,  teased,  seduced  …  and  then  discarded slave  after  slave  …  that my focus in  life will be  to have you pleasure me?

    Let me  give you  another example to disprove that line of male thinking.

    Remember the cuckold series  of stories I  wrote  back  when  I had my last  what I would  call  ‘serious boyfriend.’?   I was seriously into cuckholding guys back then and I wrote two sizzling hot stories about  it  ,  part one and part two ,  so have  a read if your cock  can withstand it.   If  we’re talking about my evolution as  a Mistress,  that time  period  a  few  years ago was when I was learning what I can actually get away with using  my  Mistress ‘skillset’  in  real  life  scenarios.   It was an  amusing time  , and if we’re  being honest,  I  was  a bit of a bitch.   I  was  acting at  the  time  like those kids that discover superpowers in  the greatly  underated movie Chronicle :

     

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    That  movie is  quite real because when you discover you have abilities others don’t,  there’s a  tendancy to  act  like  a dick  … if we’re  talking in  man’s terms.

    So back when I had that last boyfriend , I was imposing my  bdsm side upon  him , and at the time I had …  hmm  lemme  think, I had just  finished the  3  week full time weight  loss slave sesison right?   Fuck, I’ve  been  a  mistress  for so  long  now that  the  timeline is too  full  and too storied to remember events in proper chronological  order.   Or  I’m getting  old  and  memory  is  failing me  at  33!

    My  point is, I was just stepping into 24/7  Mistress as  a Girlfriend  sessions at the  time  and  was experimenting  …  for  lack of a  better  word.    I  was using submissive guys to see what I could  get  away  with  , and find out  afterward  if  they  loved  it or hated the  experience.

    Ok  so  to  preface what happened  back then ,  as  you’re  reading this  you’re  either one of  two  men … you’ve sessioned  with  me  ,  or  you  haven’t.    If you  have ,  then  you can shake  your  head  in  amusement and chuckle  at what I’m  going  to  tell  the guys  who haven’t  sessioned with me  yet.

    When you session with  me,  I’m going to steal your heart ,  and you’re  going to become extremely  infactuated with me.   Cravings will  overcome  you  , and you’ll jack off  countless times  reminiscing about  how  I  seduced you … and  how I  did  it differently in every session.

    To some  extent,  you’re  going  to  fall  in  love with me ,  and you’re going to crave attention from me.

    Here,  read this random email from yesterday that I’ll copy  and  paste for  you  …  I  used to  get 10  of these  a  day  pre-covid …

     

    R… H….
    Sun, Sep 13, 12:24 PM (2 days ago)
    to me 
     
    Thank you Mistress ____
    I truly worship you.

    Yes , I really really want to be on my knees and at your mercy, femdom is a beautiful escape , I always remember the first time , when you made me lick your feet , you inspected and said they were still dirty ( actually they were spotless hehe,, but there nothing I can do hehe) You sentenced me to 15 strokes punishment and you whipped me , I don’t know what sort of whip you used , it seemed different ,, it was painful ,, but getting whipped takes the mind off all the worries and the two hours I had with you was the best two hours I ever had in my whole life . I dream everyday for another one on one session with you , it will happen.

    I have been with a million Mistress’s ,, no one comes even near you, you are simply the best , and sexiest in the whole world and I yearn to serve you .
    I genuinely worship you _____

    you old slave R  in _____

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    I’m pasting all that , and telling you about how my slaves fall  for me because it’s very important that as a 24/7 BDSM Slave  you  understand that whatever feelings  you pick up  for me  in  a  2  hour  session  are multiplied exponentially.

    Now going back to  what I wanted to  do in that situation  ,  I  had a boyfriend  that  is naively ,  stupidly , thought  would amount to something serious.   So I had  intentions  to  be  absolutely  loyal to  him.   On the other hand I  had what was  about  my  third serious  full time  slave applicant.

    He’d taken me to Paris,  MonteCarlo , Prague to name  but  a  few places and he’d  served  me well.   We were so  comfortable  with  one  another  that  in  the early  afternoon I  could  be leading him through a  crowded shopping mall by a string  tied to  his  cock ,  and in the evening  be  holding  hands as we walked  into  a  romantic  restaurant  for dinner.

    In sessions I’d do “the  thing”  where I’d walk into his moody candlelit hotel room in see through  lingerie ,  and I’d  sit down  on the  sofa and dab a  drop of perfume on my neck.

    With a ‘come here’ gesture of my finger I’d beckon  him over and I’d place a 5  minute sand filled hourglass on the coffee table.  I’d  say  “when you put  that  down, you have 5  minutes where  you can do anything you want  with me.   But you  can’t kiss my lips,  you can’t touch my pussy,  and if you choose to spend your time on  my breasts , you’re only allowed to hold my nipple  in  your  teeth,  no sucking allowed.   Nothing else is off limits.  You can extend the timer by 5  minutes  tomorrow …  IF …  you can make yourself cum just  by  touching   me  tonight.    No pumping  your  dick.”

    Making yourself  cum  without  touching  your  cock is  a  long  lost art.

    It takes a while,  but guys can get  awfully creative when searching for a way to  extend that sand  timer in  the  next  session.

    Needless to  say,  their methods  get pretty  intimate ,  and though they’ve already cum in their boxers , they no doubt rub on or two more  out when sleeping alone the rest of  the night on the floor  by  my feet … my ears  don’t  deceive me  ok.

     

    My 24/7 BDSM Slave at  the time  had gotten his sand timer up to 20 minutes, and thought he was going to be  working on  25 when I invited him to my condo here in Bangkok.

    One thing men vehemently dislike  is  having  another rooster in the hen house …

     

    My 24/7 BDSM Slave arrived at  the  condo  , only to be met by  not just  me, but  me  and  my boyfriend.    Talk about  cock killer  moments eh?

    I led him by  his hand to  the sofa  … the big cream one  you  guys love(d) so much  and told  him to  take  the place  of  the  coffee  table I had  moved prior in preparation for the evening.  Being  an  obedient boy  he did as  he  was  told.

    I  wasn’t at  all worried  about  him,  submissive’s are obedient  to  a fault, it’s the boyfriend who thought  this was  all too  amusing that  I was worried  about.    No really  ,  the world  of femdom  and  bdsm  when  seen up  close and personal  for the  first  time  …  is  um  , unsettling for  normal folk.

    In the  real  world  ,  you  don’t  just  command a  man to  act as a  piece of  furniture  , and normal guys find not just somebody  who’d do  that an oddball  , but  also the person (err,  me)  who’d  command somebody to  do that  rather mysteriously odd.

    To  my advantage,  all  guys  have a  common  denomonator that makes them bite their tongue in  such situations  …  and that  is the  desire  to  get  laid.

    If  I  was ugly,  just  common  ,  he’d  no  doubt raise the topic in  conversation at  some  point.    But  being  hot  comes  with  certain perks  …  one  of  them  being  that guys will go  along  with  absolutely  anything  if  it means  getting to  know what  it  feels  like  to  fuck me  and  my gorgeous  naked  ass  doggy style  later  that  night lol.

    My 24/7 BDSM Slave was  instructed to  ‘assume the position.”

     

    Did  I expect  him  to remain in place  as a  coffee table  ,  unmoving,  unwavering  for how ever  many hours  me  and  my boy would be  out  that  evening?

    No.   And  I  guess  I’ll never know  if he did  or  not,  but  the important  thing  …  unlike  the  guy in  Istanbul … is he followed  my instructions  ,  at  least  to  the  point where  when we  came  home  a bit  drunk  that he  was indeed  in  the same  position  as  we  had left  him.

    My  boy and  I sat on  the  sofa  ,  a  mere 2  feet from our  human  coffee table ,  and  I let  myself  get kissed.

    It  wasn’t long before I  was naked , and both Ian and my  clothes were strewn  across  the  sofa  and onto  the back of our slave table.

    But  the best  part  of  the  night  was him yanking me  by  my  ankles to  the edge of the sofa where  my ass  was hanging slightly  over the  end,  and  he  cupped  my ass with  his  hands  , lifting me about  six inches off  the cushions , and slid his cock  slowly and deeply into  my  pussy.

    As he  started  fucking  me upright , I  had  no  place  to  put my feet  so  …  I rested them  at  first  softly  on my human coffee table.

    But  as  Ian  began to  let  his animal  instincts  take over  he began to  slam into  me  harder with  each stroke and Newton’s  laws of  physcics applied perfectly for with every stroke  towards the sofa my legs  would reach out  and  kick  my  human  table  in  the ribs,  or  the  ass  ,  or  the  neck.

    I honestly don’t remember  where  or  how  many  times my legs abused his body , because Ian  fucked me long  and  hard that  night  and  the best part?

    After  Ian came he  just naturally sat down  on my slave table  , took off his  cum filled  condom and  laid it perfectly upon the back of my slave’s hair.

     

     

    At  that  point  I was amused.

    How  many hours  had this slave remained more or less  in this same position,  having  arrived hours earlier thinking he’d get  to do  “almost anything” to  me for  a chance  to  buy  himself 5 more minutes.

    When  hours later,  he got to listen to but  not  see , me  getting fucked right beside him.

    That …  was  the  last  session  he ever did  with  me.

    Why?

    Because he told me later that it  felt  like  he was having his  heart ripped out that night.    And what made it worse  for him,  is that he had been masturbating to  what had  happened ever since.   “Uncontrollably”  was his exact word.

    Now why is that different than what you  see  in femdom cuckhold porno  clips?

    In the  clips the cuck is watching his girl get fucked,  he’s  jacking  off  to  it,  he’s  enjoying it.

    I’ll  have  none of  that thank  you.    My sessions  are  real  world related.   It’s going to hurt.  Being cucked by me as  a  full time slave is the  penultimate test of your loyalty.

    The ultimate and final display being able  to eat from me  at some point.   Fuck Wael’s toilet training.   It works ,  what she does works.

    But I’ve  found that having survived all their training,  having  given  all their heart  and life  to  me ,  and having endured being  cuck’d  until I’ve moved on from whatever relationship I’d been  having.

    To survive all that , I find that guys eat willingly from me without any sort  of training whatsoever.    I  think  its because they’re eating from their soul , and their soul craves me,  and has done  everything for me to  that point.

     

     

    So  knowing that is  what is  in store for  you.

    Knowing that your heart is  going to get ripped from your chest.

    Knowing that for the longest time you’re  never  going to  be  worthy of  kissing  me,  let alone fucking me.

    And knowing that you’ll probably  at one point be cuck’d.

    And finally ,  knowing that your final  test will  be the ultimate meal consumption.

    I ask  you again ,  as  a  24/7 BDSM Slave applicant  …

    “and then  what are you  prepared  to do?”

     

    xx

     

    Book A Session

    Looking to book a session?  You can either email us :

    Mistress Jaa : [email protected]

    Mistress Wael : [email protected]

    Or fill out the form below.  Don’t forget to check out my Loyalfans femdom blog , or Mistress Wael’s Loyalfans blog its a great way to get to know more about us through our photos , videos and daily stories.

     

     

     

     

     

     

  • Soaked to the Boob

    Soaked to the Boob

    We’re  (Wael and I)  shooting  every third day  for our  onlyfans blog  –  which is  doing  amazing  by the way, more  on  that later.    As  per  usual, Wael  shows  up at about  2pm  and  goes  for  a swim  while  I  put on my best  makeup  and dig up three or four  sizzling  hot  outfits for the photos and videos  we’re  about to shoot.

    Now I don’t  ever do nudes  ,  but I  had a few requests for some ‘ungodly hot’ photos that I was  going  to  send  privately and therefore to add  that  extra  level  of  “holy  shit”  to  my  photos I  decided  to  go  black partially seet through dinner dress without bra or panties.   But by the time Wael came up to  my ‘penthouse’ condo (tongue in cheek as it’s on the top floor with no other similarities) we had lost the ambient sunlight that was supposed to shine through my room’s 30 foot window  – through  my dress  – and light  my  junk  on  fire for the camera  lens.

    “We’d better hurry  and  shoot  outside before that hits us”  I  said,  pointing to ominous black clouds that were quickly rolling in.

    By the time the elevator doors  to the fifth floor swimming pool opened  it had already begun to rain and the wind was  starting  to kick up.   I got Wael to capture the  ambiance of  the rain as I walked in front of the camera showing off the curves of my ass for my Twitter and then  the rest of my body and face for our onlyfans subscribers.

     

    https://youtu.be/cATRigYql5Q

     

    The wind was whipping my hair around so though it was beginning to rain harder we stayed outside and I got her  to  take several shots of the wind playing with my hair and hoping the raindrops pounding my cleveage would make for an exciting shot or two.

    Just as we stopped recording that brief five minute photo set there was a whoosh  – a big whoosh – if I  could write  it  it’d be as dramatic as the word effects in Dr.Seuss’s Green Eggs & Ham.  WHOOSH ,  and right  in front of  us one of  those  white sun bathing chairs was lauched into  the pool as if Luke Skywalker had force pushed it himself.

    As if somebody turned the shower handle to the “Ludicrous Pressure” setting , rain began to fall sideways instantly soaking us and we made a dash for the  door leading  to  the common sitting room / kitchen and from within  watched  lawn   chair  after lawn  chair get tossed into the pool.

    She looked  at  me and I  at  her ,  we both rolled our eyes agreeing silently that the photo shoot wasn’t going to happen at all.   The rocking thunder that blasted our  ears  a  second  later confirmed that thought and she rightfully so –  said her  goodbyes and caught the condo’s songtaew to the bts before the storm worsened.

    And worsen it did.

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    The moment I opened the door  to my condo and flicked on the lights  … which sit 30 feet above me on  top of  that massive cathedral ceiling  … I realized that the room was still 90% dark at 3pm, even with  those lights on.    There was a  “clack clack clack” sound coming from the balcony door and I saw that my clothes drying hanger had capsized to the left and  the wind was banging the pole against the metal over and over  … clackity clack , clackity clack.

    I opened the door to grab my soaking wet clothes and I maybe got a small idea of what a fire’s backdraft might feel like as my ears popped  and the wind punched me a step backwards.  Yes, punched, that’s what it felt like.

    So  you know  that  scene in The Wizard of Oz where Dorothy sees the tornado approaching and there’s an immediate sense of urgency and stress about her?  I tried slamming  the balcony door closed but the wind was  keeping it  well  ajar  while the horizontal rain was pelting my eyes  so  hard I could barely see.   Finally  I got  the  door  closed and was able  to  look out the window for  the first  time  … and   that’s  when that Dorothy effect  hit  me.

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    Outside ,  maybe 100 meters away,  was a cloud blacker than death screaming towards my window.  Scariest thing I’ve ever seen  in my  life,  hands down.

    The lights flickered, and there was a Green Eggs and Ham Crack.   Not a rumble, and certainly not a booming sound,  but a crack that sounded like hell had opened up outside my 38th floor window.

    For a second I sat on the fence about whether it’d be wise  to  take the elevator down and risk a power outage or to make the 15 minute decent down the stairwell.

    I say a second because about two seconds in  total after that crack was blinding white light.

    5 minutes.   I made it down those stairs in five minutes flat,  maybe 4 because I was leaping down seven  maybe  eight  steps  at a time using  the  handrail to cushion the landing.

    I  pushed the ground floor big blue wooden door open to find myself beside a book room which I never knew existed until that  very moment.   I strode through the book  room and into the pool  room  – also seeing that for the first time.

    The first door I  happened  across needed   my key card which i pulled out  of my tiny silver hand purse and I opened  the  door …. to the lobby – where no less than … oh say 25 people were taking shelter in as well.   Including the condo workers who were running in  and out to collect the fallen trees  I’d say there were  about 40 in total.

    And  all were staring at me.

    Why?  Because I was still wearing my black see through photo shoot dress  – which was soaked to the boob  – because I still wasn’t wearing panties or a bra.   My nipples  were saying  hello to  all  the  men  there  louder than I could  ever possibly  speak.

    ‘Click.’  The door sealed shut behind me.

    Instantly about 10 men accompanied by their girlfriends were dragged by their ear further down the hallway , way past the elevators to the secondary lobby.

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    Behind me,  I shit you not, the 20 feet tall  decorative trees were bending horizontal from the wind and one by  one  were being toppled over and blown like wooden spears along the condo’s driveway  … the sound of the huge metalic pots they had been  housed in creating an ungodly screeching sound as they were blown by the hurricane* like winds.  (I’ve never been  in a hurricane, but that must have been a taste of what it must feel  like.)

    Not one man paid any attention to the javelin trees hurtling along the ground being chased by 10 Thai workers in hot pursuit.    Nope.   Every eye was firmly trained upon either my soaking wet nipples peeking out from thin wet black fabric …  or they were gawking at the lips of my pussy thanks to my wet dress clinging to them like they were molded to my junk.

    One hour, that’s how long that storm lasted in all  its violence.  Not one man left that lobby.

    In  fact,  more joined.  By the time 4:30pm rolled around there must have been a hundred guys in the lobby  …  and  30 or so more in what was now the impromptu “couples only lobby” down the hall.

    I’ve never seen such sad faces as when the rain suddenly let up and the skies brightened.

     

    Fast forward to this  morning ,  I’d been  up all night learning photoshop and color correcting the few photos we had taken that come 7am I  realized I  still hadn’t  eaten since Wael had arrived at 2pm the day before.    I was crazy hungry , but rather than cook  in my  tiny kitchen I figured nobody  would be in the huge common kitchen downstairs.

    So I grabbed some eggs from the fridge and headed  downstairs to cook.   This mom comes in with her son, about 6 years  old  maybe , he’s off to school no doubt.    But she sees  me , and  I’m wearing tshirt and jeans – she does an emergency 180 degree turn and a second later is nearly dragging the kid down the hallway to get away from me.

    I smiled.  Why?   Two reasons really.   For one, that was pretty  much the same reacion every  parent had when they saw me coming  to say hi to their kid after or before school.  And two , I knew from that moment on I’d probably have that kitchen  all to myself every day for the next 11 months.

    So who wants to  come over for  eggs?  🙂

    xx

     

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  • A Spark Without Kindling

    A Spark Without Kindling

    I love it when Mistress Wael and myself accidentally discover things we do similarly in our individual session.  Usually when we  discover  such  a thing we discuss  it at length over a nice bed  of fettucine noodles and ponder away  at what drove us separately do acquire such mannerisms.

    For instance,  we had chatted about how we both change how we tend to fuck guys over the years.

    I’ve tended to tie my lovers up and sort of  rape them against their will.  What I mean by that is … boys love to fuck  , right?  The english language is saturated with phrases like “I banged her” , “fucked her hard” , “impaled her” , “hit that ass” and “put my wobbly bobbily in her patooty.”

    Ok  maybe  not the last phrase,  but you get my jist.

    If sex were generalized as  a news headline in the local paper it’d read ..

    Phallic Sword Destroys Innocent Hole

    phallic-swordSo when I say ‘against their will’ I’m referring to my desire to rob men of the feeling they enjoy so much … conquering a pussy.

    Instead, and guys find this oh so annoying , I prefer to use their cock as merely a tool with which to reach an orgasm.

    If man’s will is attached to their ability to thrust their hips … removing such an action all together is very much like castrating the poor boy.

    This is the concept Mistress Wael and I discussed over dinner last night.

    We got the conversation down to the “hip thrust” and pontificated over when was the last time we let a guy “thrust” his phallic sword into our innocent little hole?

    Three years ago.  For both of us.

    But where we differ is in the length of the rape.  In Thai we say “khom khunn” which translates to the act of rape, and it’s how us Mistress’s refer to the act of banging you in a way you don’t actually enjoy.  Similarly to how you say “I banged Mary good last night” we as of late would have it come out in a discussion as  “I raped Joe until he cried this morning”

    We used to say “I got fucked.”

     

    You see?  It’s a wholly different perspective.

    Where we differ Wael and I , is that I’m like the “is it safe” guy when it comes to sex.

     

     

    Fortunately my pussy drilling a cock doesn’t make the same sound as a dentist’s drill plumming for a cavity.

    But the whimpers are the same , if not the screams.

    I like prolonging the rape.

    There’s nothing quite as satisfying as bringing to a guys attention his physical inability to thrust the hips while being fucked.

    Now I’m not as good at tying a guy to a chair with fancy rope design as Mistress Wael is , but I find such intricate methods of restraint unneccessary.

    Simple clamps around the wrists and ankles as well as a nice fat man sized leather belt fastened around the hips does the trick well enough.

    From there it’s simply a matter of rubbing my pussy all around his erect cock and laughing at his psychosomatic reaction to twitch the hips.

    I could tease a guy like that for hours.

    Replacing “is it safe” with “can you cum?” is my modus operandi.

    Depending on whether I’m fucking a bewildered Tinder date or a hot guy who stumbled into the session of his life , I’ll get differing answers to my enquiry.

     

    Truly, each and  every Tinder guy has thought me to be first kinky, then perverted and finally insane.   They really don’t know what to think , being raped against their will isn’t something they’d ever expect.

    In every single instance  (5 times in 3 years for those who are counting along on their fingers at home) these rape sessions have ended in a fight with the Tinder guys.

    Ok not a fight per se, but more like a verbal jousting match.

    Robbed of everything else that makes him manly, a guy will resort to verbal sparring in an attempt to maintain his position of dominance over the date.

    Strange thing to declare , eh?  Especially me choosing the word dominance there.

    But I’ve found that it’s true.

     

    Underneath all the smiles, the flirting, the hugs, the cute sms messages and whatnot … once stripped of all that, and we’re for once looking at the core of the onion … what we have left is the hunter/gatherer genetic personna of the male.

    I got this idea once again from George Carlin , as in , let’s  just  strip away all the bullshit shall we?

    Once we strip away our petty customs, our crafty language-‘isms , and all the flirtation in between … then what’s left?

    What we have is a guy in a chair ,  a Mistress content on letting him suffer with a leaking hard dick , and his utter inability to do anything about it.

    I took all that hunter / gatherer dna passed down from generation to generation since the days of an oral-aural society … and I turned it on itself …

     

     

    … and guys “lose their minds” as the Joker would say.  They get mad.  They don’t like it very much.  They complain.  Hell they even threaten.

    Well Tinder guys do at least.

    And I’m at odds with what I like more, normal guys’ reactions or my those of my submissive customers who have already had their dna reversed so to speak.  They expect disappointment.  One might even say they crave it.

    That’s what I’m trying to get to the bottom of , finding out why you guys are different in your reactions to being castrated of your ability to fuck.

    My slaves don’t just endure the tease, they want more of it.

    And this is the point that Mistress Wael and I argued about the most last night.

     

    See she recognizes this , she accepts it.   To Mistress Wael , submissive guys have long ago accepted their lot in life to accept what bread crumbs their mistress tosses their way and embrace the frustrations in between.

    So when relating this to sex,  she told me that the guy she fucks is just the same car jack one uses to change a flat tire … he’s a tool with which to get leverage.

    In this instance,  we’re talking  about leverage for her clit.

    Mistress Wael’s moments of sexual intercourse are just that … moments.

    If you’ve ever had a girl ride you on top , you already know that it’s the position with which to achieve orgasm the quickest.

    I prefer riding a guy on a chair ,  and she prefers the bed.  It’s a matter of cock angles is all.

     

    [one_third]  By fucking her guy on the bed , she told me that grasping him by the throat or digging her palm into his face allows her to lift her pussy off the crotch just enough to allow the clit to be stimulated without the friction of two groin areas grinding.

    Thusly, she can man-handle a guy like that  to achieve an orgasm in less than 15 seconds.

    Now  if you’ve ever had a “Mistress as a Girlfriend” session with Mistress Wael … you are quite well aware of her penchant for having you do meaningless chores all day and night to please her in a trivial way.

    So her delight comes from something like having  a handsome guy dressed up as a maid all day … cleaning her condo … applying polish to her toes and hand nails , serving as her toilet when the need arises , and spending more than a few hours with one’s nose buried between her legs as she watches movies all evening.

    Long days of servitude indeed.

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    In her mind, what’s better than after a long week of being served  just so … than to use a guy for 15 seconds as she chokes the life out of him for leverage … so she can have instant relief through a perfectly controlled orgasm.

    … and then re-lock the guys dick and return him to his trivial duties of servitude.

     

    lips-and-boobsWhereas I enjoy very much listening to a man’s reaction to being fucked as I see fit and the verbal jousting that comes with my ways of denial … she gets off on the idea that a man’s sexual worth is simply that of a tool for leveraging her body …  just so … for a swift orgasm.

    What we agreed upon however is that be it her way,  or my way, the guy having an orgasm of his own never once crosses our minds.

    We laughed over that fact.  So much so that I spat a piece of fettucine out of my nose … much to the disapproval of the couple sitting next to us at the window.

    On the way home I was reminiscing about our topic of conversation and I wondered what my own newspaper headline might read like?

    Perhaps  …

    A Spark Without Kindling, Is a Goal without Hope

    🙂

     

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  • Public Humiliation | Athens, Greece

    Public Humiliation | Athens, Greece

    Public Humiliation @ The Mall , Athens  Greece

     

    I saw her first.

    Tall , volumptuous with long silky brown hair that was draped over her slighly shorter boyfriends head as she leaned her cheek against his coming up on the escalator.  Her low cut yellow halter top was simple enough , but it was greatly accentuated by her small but perfectly rounded breasts  – and her magnetic protruding pink nipple which stretched the malleable fabric – just so.

    I’m a great admirer of beauty , female or otherwise.   I reckon that I compare favourably to her , save my height disadvantage.  That I’m not tall is my greatest regret.

    Her boyfreind was cute too , I’d do him in an instant.  So I was impressed that though I was looking at them both with hungering eyes that he didn’t even toss a glance my direction as we approached one another being that I was on the down escalator.

    “My ass” I thought , “he’s not looking over at me because he can’t see my ass” which is a reasonable thought as the perfectly shaped roundness of my butt is my greatest lure.

    Damn what a lucky girl.  To have a man who’s eyes are so faithful to her and only her , that kind of love and devotion is legendary.

    public humiliation the mall athens greeceStill, just before the moment where we passed one another happened , I had my “I want to fuck you” look ready for him.  I knew I looked stunningly hot yesterday , the intense heat driving me to wear paper thin see through dress material … and the one I was wearing Thursday was especially alluring since it was pure white allowing all my curves – right down to my also white panties to show through.

    Surely he’d throw me a wanting look.

    But nothing, nada.

    My slave , on the other hand , a drooling slack jawed mess of a man as he stared in disbelief at the sheer beauty of the Greek goddess about to pass us.

    Perhaps that lovely couple didn’t toss us a look , but the older fat lady directly behind them with her thin heavy grey spectacles sure as hell did … as I yanked violently on the leash attached to my slaves cock through the zipper space of his trousers.

    At the same time my right index finger went to his chin and lifted it up the way a teacher would raise the chin of a child to scold him in class.

    As it was my left hand that was walking his dick with the translucent wire , I had to turn profile to him in order to scold him so.

    “Cock – A – Doodle –  Dooo …… Cock – A – Doodle – Dooo … I fucked up Mistress” he bellowed out right there in the middle of the Athens Mall- as he had been previously taught to do anytime my finger went to his chin.

    Thus the reason the fat lady had no choice but to gawk at us on the lift.

     

     

    The backstory behind his behaviour , or immediate obedience perhaps – on the lift – has it’s roots in Bangkok , not Greece where we’re vacationing on his Mistress’s Girlfriend trip as he sees what it’s like to truly be a Mistress’s pet for a week.

    There’s a restaurant in The Helix quarter of Emporium’s Emquartier mall back home , the name escapes me at the moment … “Royal – something or other” , definitely has the word Royal in the name – nice pricey seafood place on the 6th floor , across from my favourite Hagen Dazs ice cream stand.

    Lukkaithong-femdom-jaa4uAnyways, as the story goes , when you’re ready to order food in that joint , there’s a button on the table you press to alert the staff – and it has the short sound of a rooster’s morning crow.  Just a short “caw cAWW” sound mind you , not the full “cock – a – doodle – do”.

    But that’s what went through my mind you see when I first heard it – why not the full cock-a – doodle – doo ?  How hillarious and annoying would that be if somebody had the gall to keep pressing the button so it did make the full sound?

    Like a kid’s miscevious twitching fingers, I had to know.

    This guy I’m with now , that was the location for our first bdsm session date, back oh … I think in April , or perhaps it was May.

    On such occasions, it’s important that I get guys to do something for me they wouldn’t normally be asked to do on a “date” (I use that term loosely and with a bite of my cheek because a Mistress doesn’t look at such a thing as a normal date – the way you guys would , so keep it in mind that I use it here for posterity sake only)

     

    There’s a few ways to get a guy to willingly step outside his comfort zone.  Obviously I’m not going to share them all with you here on this blog because – where would the mystery in our future sessions come from , right?

    But I will share this one nuance of a common manipulation technique with you which is basically : find common ground and use it as leverage on my date.

     

    Our common ground for that particular evening were the two pretentious young Thai girls sitting at the table to our right who were on what was presumably a business lunch date with two much older Singaporean business men.

    My date noticed right away that my ear was leaning in on their conversation.  I can’t help it.  I notice everything around me when I go out,

    It’s like I’m assigned to the special investigations unit of The Pretentious Police , and my job is to always assess people and not only what their true motives are , but judge them on the techinques they’re using to get their agenda accomplished.

    In other words, I’m keenly aware people are fake and somewhat less astute in the study of human interaction than I am , and I derive great enjoyment from spying on women particulary, just to pick up their mistakes as they try in vain to climb their social ladders.

     

    “It’s a business lunch” my slave offered.

    “It’s not, they’re just meeting for the first time – all four of them” I replied.

    “How do you know that?”

    I rolled my eyes , the answer was so obvious “because she had to explain what she does – she told him she owns a business selling purses that she orders from oversees – presumably China … she wanted to establish herself as someone equally important.”

    “So?”

    “Soooo … you don’t explain how you make money in the world to someone you’ve met many times ,  threfore it’s a first encounter.”  Then I gestured to my sexy but conservative black dress top I was wearing “she chose to wear something quite revealing for a business lunch , see ..” as I tossed a sideways glance her way , “that’s a lot of cleavage to show for business attire wouldn’t you agree?”

    Then I threw the conversation back at him “what have you picked up from their interaction?”

    My slave answered back with the perception of a blind sloth “Well I thought it was a business lunch , but now that you mention it, the two men are trying to pick up the girls and the girls are looking for a sugar daddy.”

    “No, only one is, the one who has a purse shop , she dragged her friend here but she’s not interested , you can tell by how often she’s playing with Facebook on her phone.  The Singaporean on the left , the older of the two men , he’s greatly interested in the purse girl , but his friend, not business associate has already decided that these girls are too far beneath him.”

    “How do you k…..”

    “Because he’s taken  over the conversation , lecturing the girls on his start up venture – Boogle – a block chain Singaporean founded internet search engine – that he’s a part of , perhaps a venture capitalist.”

     

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    I loved the part of the conversation over there when the man mentioned ‘block chain’ and she proudly cooed that she invests her company’s profits in BitCoin and that she’s made a fortune as it’s climbing back to 20,000 .   Fuck I wanted to tell her ‘good luck with that’ as I’ve long since sold my BitCoin investment last month when it finally recovered 11,000 and I got out at break even.

    Anyways, the chick was way over her head over there.  Despite her immaculate English – better than mine actually – and her alluring cleavage , this fish was too big for her and while no doubt she was going to offer up her pussy willingly later that day – it wasn’t going to land anything but a nice cumshot across her face.

    What I wanted to do was to break up their little tete-a-tete over there with a little show of our own , so I had to explain to my slave the futility of what was going on over at their table.

    Once he caught on , we just sat in silence , the corner of our mouths curled up with a wry smile as we listened in on the Boogle conversation and I’d wink at him now and then whenever the Thai girl was trying too hard to push herself up in his eyes.

    He’d nod in agreement and we’d listen in again … all the while I’m festering this common ground between us , a sort of a secret joke that only we’re in on … it creates camaraderie , and borows favour which I can then leverage.

     

    public-humiliation-roostter-femdom“Want to annoy them?” I asked bluntly but with a wicked smile and a wet lick of my lips.

    “How?” he shrugged.

    “I want you to oder a drink by pressing the button … but I want you to press it multiple times so that it makes the sound of a rooster … and make sure to hold it an extra second at the end so the ‘doooo’ lingers.

    Warning , he sat back  in his chair and thus distancing himself a bit from me as he was taken aback from my request.  Not a good sign but easily correctable.

    “You’re aware of what a rooster sounds like , yes?”

    “Yes, I’m aware.”

    “And you want to give those girls something new to talk about don’t you?

    “Yes” he said with a smile and more importantly began leaning back in towards me.

    “And you’re aware I’m your Mistress , and I just gave you an order, yes?”

    “Yes Mistress.”

    Get a man to say yes enough times , and he’ll say yes to anything eventually.  Go on , try to remember that one for your next session with me , doesn’t matter.  I use that technique delicately, and it flies so far under the radar that you won’t even be aware I’m using  it in you until it’s too late.

    Then he did it.

    He seized the button with his left hand and fuck I’ll be dammed if he didn’t message out the best ‘cock – a – doodle – do” waitress summoning call that restaurant has ever heard.

    “Again, do it again.”

    And so he did.  “cock – a – doodle – doooooooooo”.

    The staff weren’t impressed.  Neither were any of the foursome sitting next to us.  Boogle talks had broken down instantly.

    Yes it was a childish thing to do.  But I don’t really care one iotta about acceptable social mannerisms , I care only that my slave and I had established a shared joke , one that I was about to leverage to my benefit later on.

     

    public-humiliattion-bondageSo fast forward to later that night back in April , I had him tied to my bed via his hands being attached delicately to my ceiling fan as he kneeled in front of me on my bed.  It was a love tap ballbusting tease & deny session … strange huh?

    Wtf kind of session is that you’re wondering, yes?

    It’s much like the video you see on the ballbusting tab of this website’s front page.

    I get you in a helpless position where your hands can’t come to save your balls since that’s every guy’s initial bodily reaction to getting hit there.  Then instead of pounding your nuts senselessly , I coerce them into getting nice and tight for me by teasing your dick with either my hand or foot.

    Then with your dick at full mast and your balls achingly tight I sit back and laugh at you on the precipice of orgasm , only to shatter your dreams with little love tap kicks to your balls.

    Normally I’d get a guy to count the taps , usually making him reach 10 before resuming the teasing portion of his torture ; but in that particular case I had the opportunity to establish the ‘cock – a – doodle -do’ sound as something particular to our Mistress – Slave relationship.

    Sure enough, after every love tap he’d coo out ‘Cock – A – Doodle – Do Mistress.”

    “ooooooo , I want to hear more oooooo at the end , again …”   Whack.

    “Cock – a – doodle – dooooooo Mistress.”   Whack.

    And so on , and so on.

    Point being, he now knew that when I wanted to be pleased, ‘cock – a – doodle – do’ was his go-to reply.

    Is the escalator thing here in Athens beginning to take shape?  Good.  I’m glad you’re following along.

     

    For at that particular moment when he saw I caught him gawking at the Greek goddess on the escalator , he knew he had erred.

    I have a very noticeable “don’t fuck with me look” that’s equally frightening to men as it is sexy.  As I held his chin up with one finger for all to see , it was that look which I threw his way.

    Our eyes met , and the experiecnce of ten prior sessions and 6 long days here in Athens passed silently between us.

    Time passed, perhaps a few seconds of this deafening silence , and I simply moved my lips within an inch of his and while raising his chin forcefully higher with my finger I whispered only “say it …. now.”

    And thus the ‘cock – a – doodle – doooooo’ cry of his on the lift , inspired by the tug of the string invisibly attached to his cock.

     

    public-humiliation-holding-chin-dominanceThe Mall (yup that’s what it’s called, the Greek’s aren’t too inventive when it comes to naming things) stood still , literally.  Especially the bank security guard standing his post inside the bank at the botttom of the escalator.

    His eyes met mine and in response I lifted my slave’s chin even higher so that he was almost forced to stand lightly on his tippy-toes.

    Then at the bottom of the lift I walked him like that, with my finger under his chin , much like one would pull an animal walking behind her on a leash.

    See, the humiliation doesn’t have to be grand.  The rooser call , meh , uneeded but funny to be sure.

    For the slave it’s being walked like an animal , forced to shuffle on one’s toes through a crowded mall in Athens, Greece , knowing everybody is gawking at him.

    A perfect slice of humiliation comes from giving up total control to one’s Mistress , but what’s unknown is the footwork that needs to be done over many sessions to reach that point of utter control over a man.

     

    Getting a man to say – walk like a dog for public humiliation – down a busy street in one’s city is not only excessive , but wholly unnecessary. (in my city, public humiliation of that sort will get you arrested!)

    The same amount of public humiliation juice  can be extracted by a simple finger under the chin.  Not to mention it’s a much more reasonable thing to do when out and about.

    There’s been a total transference of power , the slave feels the public humiliation he’s been craving , and thus in debt to his Mistress for making him feel that way as per his wishes.

    Subtelty , my friends.

    When the mind fuck is that thorough , and that deep , all that is needed is a subtle suggestion to push the slave (or Singaporean businessman) over the edge.

    … and that’s something you can’t Boogle , you just have to know how to control men – as perfectly as I do.

     

    Looking for public humiliation this deep?  My “Mistress’s Girlfriend Experience” is all about this kind of involved public humiliation , but I’ll be back in Bangkok next week on the 20th , book a subtle public humiliation for yourself once I’m there.

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  • Girlfriend Mistress Experience | Hell On Earth :P

    Girlfriend Mistress Experience | Hell On Earth 😛

    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 by the devious side of my brain, one that seeks to seduce a man to such an extent that he would become nothing more than a willing pet for his mistress.  It’s the side of the job that Jaa warned me about , the one that consumed her and led her to the self prescribed seclusion she entombed herself with now.

    You see, here’s what happens when one starts down the road of becoming  a mistress.  At the beginning I was told that there were not only men out there that would lay down at my feet and do whatever I bid them to do ,  but that such men made up the majority of the population.  Then I’d wander into my first sessions quite aware that I was not just making eye contact but actually trying to look through the dude’s skull and into his psyche somehow because I was clueless as to how to extract this subservient personality from the guy.  I had acknowledged such a personality existed in each and every man I saw, but the one thing endearing to all submissive men is the ability to sense bullshit.

    They all knew I didn’t have the “it” factor.  Like remember the story line from The Matrix where Morpheus kept telling Neo to wake up and realize that he is “the one” and it wasn’t until the end of the movie where he became self aware of what he was and what he could do?  Well that’s kind of how it is when you jump into this mistress life , I had the qualities, background, personality to be a mistress but lack of experience was holding me back.

    It’s kind of cute that all you guys were booking sessions to try and help me become self aware back in the early days, each and every one of you stepping into the role of Morpheus so this cute and a little too sweet girl could soon activate full mistress mode instead of seeing it in drips and drops during your sessions.

    Between then and say – last year there’s all these sub levels I passed through , each as significant as the last but all building toward what for all intensive purposes is the top of the Mistress skyscraper – self actualization.  Not the penthouse , I’m talking the actual top of the skyscraper where controlling men has become such an afterthought that it’s hardly significant any longer , it just is.  While there are many variations of how to control a man they are very much one in the same and for the longest time it seemed like there was nowhere left to grow.

    You could measure the change in the number of “hot” stories I was writing about sessions over the years.  In the beginning I was banging out a story a day almost , and that became a story a week , and then a story a month.  Every day since the beginning I get an email saying something along the lines of “holy shit ____ , that was mind blowing, the best two hours of my life , wow, you are amazing” to which my mental reply has recently always been “ya for you it was mind blowing, for me … not so much.”

    I’ve been thinking for the longest time “where do I go with this from here?”

    Last year was all one massive life plan to move out of Bangkok and start over in Europe using my talents as a Mistress to settle in nicely over there – and then winter hit me kind of like this …

     

     

    So after all that preparation , after all those German classes , after all those squats and step climbing sessions with my trainer , all that work milking corruption to get two visas to a country I had no right getting a visa to … I found myself right back where I started.

    So I’ve been sitting in my condo since then thinking … “what was the point of that?  This is where I started.  I took the longest possible route to get right back to where I started in the first place” …

     

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    So  after a February that had  me  mostly depressed and more lonely than usual I began doing something I never really do – accepting post session invites to go hang out with the guy I just gave a crippling set of blue balls to.

    but I’m not seeing these guys because I want to date them I’m seeing these guys after my session because I want to know how long they can hang with me before I dry them absolutely crazy.   the answer that question and everybody ends up with “not long at all.”   because I’m just not someone who could have a boyfriend very easily.

    it’s something that just comes with the job.   it’s hard to explain.

    you’d have to be someone who controls the opposite sex 24 hours a day for the last decade to really try and understand how I perceive  men.

    And therein lies the problem.   I have such a bizarre lifestyle that at this point in time it’s the only lifestyle that makes me happy.

    When I go out with a guy I’m more or less trying to lose them.   To be frank –  I’ve ended up cutting about 99% of all guys who try to talk with me.   in reality only about 1% of the male population can make the cut when it comes to being able to hang out with me.

    but now here’s the thing that really excites me.

    when it comes to submissive men 99% of those 99% that I reject love trying to be the one percent that I keep does that make sense at all?

    and no matter how much I reject them they keep trying to come back and improve themselves Reinventing themselves or making them a better mirror for who I want to perceive them as being.

    and I get a good giggle at seen them trying to  crawl back up the stairs to the same level that I’m at only to be met with the foot of my boot that pushes them tumbling back down to the bottom once again,   because I know they’ll just pick themselves back up and begin the ascent once again,

    and the ones who don’t I just couldn’t give a f*** about anyways because for everyone that walks away a hundred more waiting in line.

     

     

    So Joe, a 26 year old blonde hair guy from London England asked for thep rivilege of seeing me in the middle of the afternoon last week and afterwards he asked me if he could tag along with me for the day.   I never see guys in the afternoon but my pedicure until 7 p.M. So I had to switch with the guy and see him earlier than intended.

    after the session I told him sure you can tag along with me but you’re not going to last more than an hour.

    why he asked

    because one thing will break first either my tolerance for you or your tolerance for me…  and if none of those break then probably your wallet will  cry ercy before the evening is through.

    since Joe I’ve been on five consecutive  dates with guys trying to woo their mistress and Joe is the only one to make it past dinner.

    the second guy brought me to a cheap Japanese restaurant in terminal 21,  I left him standing at the curb while I hopped into a cab a minute later.

    the third guy let me order whatever I want while he ordered down to save himself the cost of an expensive dinner.   he was cut immediately thereafter

    the fourth guy tried to order for me.   see ya

    the fifth guy tipped the equivalent of what would be $2 in the United States of America.   he was at home  alone  pumping his dick 20 minutes later wondering what the f*** happened.

    but Joe took me to an Argentinian Steakhouse.  an hour later and 10,000 Baht lighter  he was allowed to continue on the date.

    he bought himself another hour because he waited without fidgeting as I got my nails done at my pedicurist and was even nice enough to go to Starbucks to buy me an  iced cappuccino while I was being attended to.

    he footed the bill for my nails.   good boy he was learning quickly.

    we went to see the movie Black Panther at 9 p.M. And because he was smart enough to buy us VIP tickets in the very back row I made sure that he had no recollection of the movie whatsoever because I played with his dick for the entire 2 hours.    he wanted to go relieve himself of urine in the washroom but I denied him the opportunity to do so because I know it was not urine that he wanted to relieve himself of.  the poor boy was about to burst because I left him hanging in the session hours earlier and it ordered him since a week before to teach himself without cumming.   so the boy was going on seven or eight days without having had an orgasm.

    mistress girlfriend experience 2I couldn’t care less

    in fact had one of my hot model lovers been in town that day I would have brought him back to my bedroom, chained him to the wall and made him watch as I got my ass pounded by a hot supermodel boy  right in front of his very eyes.

    thenI would have sent the supermodel boy home and made this poor guy sleep in my bed upside down massaging my feet until I slept.

    besides it’s nice not having to worry about getting up to go pee in the middle of the night.   super convenient to have a mouth waiting right there to gobble up all my juice.

    and if he had the nerve to spill a dropin the morning I wouldn’t be able to walk for a couple of days  thereafter,

    but none of that went down instead we just went back to my condo and I let him give me a massage on my sofa.

    that’s whereI let him sleep right there on the sofa all night long while I retired to my bed.

    as you know I live on a vampire sleep schedule staying up all through the night and opting to sleep in the daytime.   annoying to have a boy sleepover in my condo I just find it robs me of my freedom to do what I want.   so what about 4 a.M. I walked into the kitchen in the nude to pour myself some orange juice and when I turned around I found him sitting up on the sofa with a rock hard dick staring at me.   I walked over to him and stood before him completely naked with just the Moonlight shining through my balcony window.

    I told him he had 60 seconds to pump his cock and cumright in front of me  and to let it drip on the floor.

    then I made him clean up his mess with his own feet and dropped his shoes right in front of them then kicked himout of my condo right there and then.

    I ended up watching Netflix until well past breakfast time   and when I went to bed I didn’t wake up until just a few minutes before 6 p.M. The next evening.

    I was in a scramble to get to my email because I knew I had a session coming that night for 7 p.M. And I hadn’t bothered to check to see if he had confirmed or not.

    it’s sitting there at the top of my emails was one from Joe and I couldn’t resist the urge to take a peek and see what his thoughts were of the previous day.   He  had written:

    “that was the most amazing 24 hours of my life.  at this point I would do absolutely anything to give up my current life just so I could be your boyfriend and experience that day in and day out.   is this something you would consider?”

    yes it is

    it’s very much something I would consider

    I told him so

    then I went and tried the same type of date with 5 other guys and they all failed miserably

    guys who need to check their Wallets on a minute to minute or hour to our basis can’t hang with me.

    most professional business man can’t handle the fact that I make what they earn as a monthly salary in less than a week.  that’s life isn’t it most people are hung up on money trying to solve their financial problems.   money isn’t something I’ve thought about for the past 5 years.

    I can buy whatever I want I never look at a price tag.

    but the point is I expect the guy to buy it for me.

    and if he doesn’t …  he’s gone

    in fact I have no qualms whatsoever about hog-tying a guy back in my condo and leaving him there unfed for the entire day while I take his credit card and cash on hand and  go for an all afternoon shopping spree.

    pretty  f***** up way of  thinking huh?

    you don’t even know the start of it

    do you want to know what my ultimate Fantasy is?

    in fact,   let’s not call it a fantasy.    let’s instead call it an inevitable reality that I’m heading towards.

    instead of one man I want a harem of men.

    all at my beck and call.

    all living Under One Roof

    all there to serve me.

    all competing for the honor of serving me best.    while living with the fear that I may discard them from my life at any given moment.

    I’m pretty sure this is where my life is heading towards,

    I just can’t have a normal relationship any longer.   I don’t see a relationship where the balance of power is 50/50 as something that is viable.

    relationships are a zero-sum game.   someone holds all the power and someone holds none of it.

    isn’t that what most relationships devolve  into anyways?

    they start off with this grandiose idea of equality.   but it all ends up in s***

    But like most things in life…  what the general public perceives as being the way to do things is horribly wrong.    instead the only truth is a truth of economics.   the law of supply and demand.   hot girls like me are in very high demand.   the supply of women who have a mistress personality is extremely small.

    the demand for men wanting a mistress girlfriend is ungodly High.

    so why would I settle for anything less.

    so here’s my proposition to you.

    there’s a chance each and everyone of you can see me as something more than a mistress in your life.  you’re welcome to try.

    so when you see on my form that there is a three hour and four hour session that “includes dinner” the truth is there’s a possibility for much more than that.    ask yourself,  is that REALLY what you want?

    do you really want to know what it’s like to have a mistress girlfriend

    do you really want to live day in and day out knowing that there’s an equal chance every morning to be loved and or humiliated that day?

    is a life of servitude something you really want?

    cuz it’s not like taking a wedding vow and saying you’re going to marry the person forever when really you know a couple years down the line You’ll both be sitting in a divorce lawyers office signing papers that lead to a mutual agreement of how to properly end the relationship.

    it’s a bit of a misnomer saying that a three-hour session with me is 10,000

    on a good day at very well could be

    on a bad day it could very well be over 20

    bad day for you that is not for me

    and if you’re someone who considers that bad then I really don’t have the time of day for you anyway…  and you’ll find  that out soon enough.

    I had a lover once who had to go to work well before I would wake up every morning.  I’d wake up in his Penthouse hours later after he had gone and every morning sitting on the kitchen counter was 10,000 Baht in cash left there for me to go shopping.   some days I would use it but most days I wouldn’t.   important thing was that he knew to leave it there.

    on the morning that I woke up…  it was a Saturday morning…  and saw nothing on the kitchen counter…  it was the last day I ever saw him.  he assumed that because I never spent the money that the gesture wasn’t appreciated.

    it’s not that it wasn’t appreciated…  it’s that it was  expected.    and the moment he failed to reach my expectations I was gone.

    is there… Possibly

    … possibly a man…  who can reach my expectations perpetually?

    because if he doesn’t show up soon…   I’m this close…  to starting my own Harem of men.   lol

    xx

     

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  • Mistress’s Don’t Act. We Just Are.

    Mistress’s Don’t Act. We Just Are.

    Being a mistress is just something that I am , it’s not something I act out.  Consider this email and my reply :

     

    Dear Mistress,

    I understand your Vampire rhytm. No Problem!

    What do you think about putting the Session on the 21. October 7 pm? I think that would be perfect, because it is not the day of Arrival… Maybe I am a liitle bit tired on 20th of October because of the long travel from Berlin to BKK. So 21. October 7 pm would be perfect, if it is possible for you?

    I have booked the Aloft from 20.10 to 22.10. so I be close to you…

    From the Point we meet personal, are you direct act as a Mistress? So we make the preliminary talk via email?

    Looking forward to meet you in BKK!

    Kind regards

     

     

    Being a Mistress is not something I act out.  I’m not the type of mistress that wears black and red rubber everywhere I go to put on a show for others.  It is just my personality.  It is my personality to be kind and sweet as other girls.  But I am demanding.  I am dominant.  And that is something you will feel when we meet.

    Last night I met a guy on the street who recognized me.  But I had never met him.  I was just walking on my soi and he said from behind me “excuse me miss , are you the mistress from this website” and he had my website open on his phone.  I had emailed him back in January from a request submission he made.  When I reply I send my professional portfolio and from that he recognized me.

    That is the first time it ever happened to me.  I was with original Jaa once when it happened to her but for me first time.

    So he wanted to walk with me.  Ok fine.  I gave him the water I had bought from Villa market , and the groceries , and we walked back toward my condo.  He struggled to keep up carrying all that because I walk very very fast.  We talked for about 2 minutes until he fell behind me a bit and then he just tried to keep up all the way to my condo.

    When we got to my lobby he asked me the same thing you just did in your email.  He asked me if I always act like a Mistress as I just did with him.

    Yes.  That’s who I am.  That’s how I walk.  That’s how I act.  I take control of situations and I take control of men.  Naturally.

    I look forward to meeting you too.  My condo is very nice but you will not find any black and red dungeon here.  You will just fine me … and that is already more than most men can handle.

    xx

     

     

     

    “Wow” the guy said.  The one who walked me home.

    “Wow what?” I replied.

    “You’re perfect.  You’re stunning.  You’re nice.  You’re dominant.  You’re everything.  What does it take to be the man in your life?”

    “More than you can possibly imagine, or hope to be” I said as I smiled and left him there wondering.

    In fact.  I have been asked that question a lot this week.  Why am I still single?

    It has nothing to do with me.  It has everything to do with you … and the standards I hold you to.   That’s gonna be my next story.

    xx

     

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  • Humiliation | Connor vs Mayweather

    Humiliation | Connor vs Mayweather

    Humiliation.

    That is the only reason to watch the fight this Sunday morning between Conor McGregor and Floyd Mayweather , because the possibility of absolute humiliation exists and carries with it the lubricant that can transform potential chaos into kinetic chaos.

    Chaos has three prerequisites.   1.  An accelerant (in this case , absolute humiliation)   2. Primal Human Instincts.  3. Absolution

    For instance if you go back to the Rodney King riots , what was the accelerant?  The police beating of a helpless black individual.  Which begat primal rage , that beast which lays dormant but willing in all of us.  Then released because of absolution , where in that case the shelter of the masses of rioters brought a feeling of absolution from justice.

    With the Katrina disaster the accelerant was Katrina itself.  That led to rape, looting , and murder in and around the SuperDome.  All made possible because the law enforcement said fuck it and hid, thus absolution.

    But those were examples of chaos which applied to a mass of people.  Very rarely do those three prerequisites exist when referring to one or two individuals.

    How interesting is it that not only do they all exist for this fight , but they lay silent and unnoticed like the Wild Fire under the Sept of Baelor in Game of Thrones.

    My experience with scenarios of humiliation within the realm of Female Domination coupled with my background in Muay Thai has allowed me to catch a whiff of this disaster before it strikes, allow me to elaborate :

    conor mayweather humiliationHumiliation , in its absolute form is a rabid animal.  It’s not me making a man grovel on the floor at a bar making him lick the gum off the bottom of my boot.  Nor is it making a man dress as a maid and serve my friends drinks in my condo.  These are examples of humiliation as paltry as they are insignificant , for I have seen the rabid beast with my own eyes in all its honorifics twice in my life and I fear it.

    I first witnessed an act of absolute humiliation back in school in what would be your grade 7.  A boy, half Thai and half foreigner somehow had the misfortune of landing in my classroom half way through the semester.  I say misfortune because when you have someone who looks mostly foreign , and you drop him in the middle of a slum neighborhood school in my country … well that’s like dropping whitey in the middle of a black school in Harlem with a sign around his neck saying I Hate Niggers.

    More than a few times I’ve told you in my blog that I was the black sheep of school , also relegated to the back of the classroom to dissuade me from standing up and questioning so many falsehoods.  So there I sat with , well I forget his name , but we sat together , alone, in the back row of class and eventually began loosening up towards one another.

    In a moment I’ll regret forever, I asked him who he liked in school and he took his trust in me to heart when he pointed out the girl I actually disliked the most , sitting right in front of the teacher as her pretty little pet.  Fuck I forget her name too.  What matters is that I barely talked to her , I had no reason to really.  She at the time was the pretty one and I was the outcast ugly duckling (how cool is it now that I’m super hot while she’s fat and caring for 3 fatherless children in her mother’s run down shanty of a shack still XD).

    What caused me to mention to her that this boy liked her , I’ll never know.  My intentions were that she’d take a liking to him because he was different and kind of cute.  Sadly, our society is run on the principal of uniformity , so it was a notion doomed to fail.  What I greatly underestimated was how fast the rumor I started would spread and to what extent people will go when killing something that threatens said uniformity.

     

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    That very afternoon the rumor was so hot , it needed to be dealt with in one way or another, and so it was.  Settling into our seats after lunch the teacher had yet to arrive when little miss Whatsit stands up on her chair all Dead Poets Society like and said something along these lines at the top of her voice so that not only my class but all the classes nearby could hear :  “You are the ugliest creation of a human I have ever seen and I’d rather kiss a pile of shit out my ass than kiss you or be seen with you.  You disgust me by sitting in the same class as me and having you sit at the back of the class still contaminates me.  Please do us a favor and die.”

    I remember her use of the word “us” quite vividly.  Being village Thai I doubt she had the IQ to understand the power gained in that moment by using the word “us” , but what it did was in one instant made everybody who was shocked at her outrageous display suddenly team up with her.  For there was an instant glare of all the classroom upon us and I remember thinking “I have no intention of being included in the word us.”

    There was dead silence which lasted an eternity , and then just as quickly the classroom burst out in laughter at this boy beside me … and to some extent me as well by association … a thunderous cascade of humiliation being poured incessantly upon his head.

    Leaving his books behind he ran out of the class and right out of the school.  Seconds later like buzzards hovering over a dead carcass some in the class picked over the remains of his tattered backpack to steal the pencil paper and pens he had within.  Hey, nothing’s free in this god forsaken place, you don’t have a pencil to write with , well you better steal one cuz nothing is provided.

    That was a Friday.  On the Monday neither the kid nor Miss Whatsit were in class.

    For he had waited for her , and brutally assaulted her to within an inch of her life before the day began, then he disappeared.  She came back from the hospital a month later but that boy I never saw again.  Primal rage, induced by humiliation … followed by absolution.

    I would argue that as an accelerant to chaos , great personal humiliation is a far greater dangerous thing than anything else.  Which brings me to the McGregor factor.

    Rather than make a silly prediction that will be in an instant brushed aside by all of you as a girl venturing an opinion on something way beyond my scope of comprehension ; I instead will tell you what I witnessed these past two years while training Muay Thai with my personal coach.  For within this story lays the path to enlightenment for what’s about to happen this Sunday.

    My coach stands about an inch taller than me, which isn’t saying much as I’m just a shade over 5 feet tall myself.  He’s a tad pudgy nowadays which is forgivable since he’s nearly 50 but he’s shown me photos of him being thinner than me … back when he was a 10 year undefeated champion in both fighting stadiums here.  He retired with a professional record of 247 – 3 , yes you read that correctly, 247 wins.  Men here start in the ring well before they are teenagers , it’s one of the few guaranteed ways out of poverty for those who can win consistently.

    On occasion after our class had finished I’d hang around doing my yoga on the empty blue Jiu Jitsu mats down below the ring while on Monday’s and Wednesday’s he’d be teaching a sparring class up above me.  So while he would have tons of fun playing with these wannabe fighters he enjoyed it the most whenever the gyms Jiu Jitsu coach would participate in the classes.  They’d go at it like two playful young wolves and it was really enjoyable to watch.

    When they stood up and traded blows , the Jiu Jitsu coach hit air.  When things got playfully heated and real , they’d clinch, try to trip or throw one another to the ground and the fight would continue on the mat … briefly … before the Jiu Jistu guy would submit my coach within seconds with a choke usually.

    Much later, once we were friends enough to have him come to my condo’s gym for training sessions we’d hang out and talk afterwards.   I asked him why he loved to fight with the Jiu Jistu coach so much.  “Because I’m fascinated with how inept I am once we go to the ground” he said to me in Thai.

    “Elaborate” I begged of him.

    “In the ring he has no chance against me , just as I have no chance against him once we fall to the floor.  No chance whatsoever, either way.”

     

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    For those of you who have ever tried to wrestle with Mistress Wael , a blue belt in Jiu Jistu , and found how impossible it is to do what she commands you to do … lick her pussy just one time, you might have an inkling what it’s like to fight someone with a sliver of knowledge in the sport.

    Imagine then , if Mistress Wael was the greatest Jiu Jitsu fighter who ever lived.  What would your chances be trying to survive for 10 seconds let alone defeat her?

    If that answer is clear cut for you , then why is ascertaining Conor’s chances against the greatest fighter since Ali much different?  It isn’t.  It’s on a much different scale than when my Muay Thai coach fights his Jiu Jitsu friend in the ring , but the principle’s of impossibility remain intact regardless of the scale.

    Once you understand the disparity of knowledge between the two crafts they represent , then you can begin to comprehend the sheer amount of humiliation that Conor is going to come face to face with Sunday.

     


    Within sseconds, if not minutes , he is going to have to deal with something I am positively sure he already knows … before hundreds of millions of people watching, he is going to be humiliated.

    Therein, lays the great possibility of never before seen theatrics.

    For there are only two possible outcomes.  One is he goes out on his sword , meaning he attacks with reckless abandon to put on a good show and gets knocked out very quickly doing so.  I’d be surprised if that’s the solution he chooses.  Yes he walks away with 100 million dollars , never to be heard from again, but he’ll never be talked about as much as if he chooses option number two.

    Which is …

    Remember , what was the vindictive act of the boy in my school?  Pure violence right?

    When faced with absolute humiliation we are all driven back to what really lays beneath, our primal instincts of survival.  While I don’t condone the way the kid beat the shit out of the girl I understand where that violence came from.

    My Muay Thai coach used to say to me that all these techniques he was teaching me go right out the window … the instant one gets punched hard in the face.  At that moment , one reverts to what he can depend upon for survival.  The one or two techniques that you know will ensure you survive.

    What do you suppose those instinctual techniques will be for Conor in that moment of truth when he knows as a matter of fact he cannot properly defend himself.

    Spinning back kick?

    Flying elbow to the bridge of the nose?

    Guillotine choke?

    For those are the primal techniques he’s depended upon since he began training to fight.  Honestly I know nothing of the man and how he fights , I just know that his tools of survival are far different than what Floyd’s are , and whatever the chosen tool will be , I guarantee it is something that Floyd has never seen nor contended with in all his life.

    So what if Conor turns and lands a perfectly thrown spinning back kick that removes Floyd from a few of his teeth and lands him face down and bloodied on the canvas?  What then?

    Absolution.

    He’ll be banned from boxing forever.  Fine, he’s a UFC fighter.

    The brass in the UFC won’t condone what he did , but he’ll be a legend for it.  Improper as that is , he’ll walk out with his 100 million dollars as a legend.

    Just remember as you sit down to watch it this Sunday morning , humiliation drives men to do crazy things.

    Thank you for all the invites to go watch it.  Doesn’t interest me in the least.  Only the human psychology of it favors my attention.  That’s the only thing that’s ever driven me,  getting to the root of the male mind.  Sunday might be a fascinating display of that mind at work.  XD

     

    xx

     

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