Today is hell day, and there’s no way to avoid it. You see, last month I got fed up with not being able to log in to the forms part of my WordPress and decided to try out the Gravity forms package instead. One thing I found out is that though I can write , I’m uber crap when it comes to designing things and the Gravity forms you’re using to book a session looks like crap … I know … I designed it. Keep that in mind if you’re ever considering marrying me and have hopes that I’m going to interior design the heck out of our house so it looks like something out of House & Home magazine …
We changed the Twitter URL slightly. It used to be named Femdom_Khaleesa It now reads Femdom_Bangkok and therefore if you had it bookmarked you’ll need to update your bookmark address. Obviously Femdom Bankok is for page ranking on Google as our Twitter is now getting quite popular. Secondly, it expunges the Khaleesa name , adding more clarity to who we are and what we represent. To fall for such a little thing … a bite of an apple 🙁 #toilettraining , #toiletslave , #scatslave , #femdom , #bdsm , #mistress , #domina , #dominatriix Mistress Wael pic.twitter.com/oXGS1g9Ydw — ThaiGoddessJaa (@FemDom_Bangkok) July 27, 2019 I’ve talked about the name change at length before , but here’s a …
Waiting for a femdom session worthy of a blog post is much like fly fishing where most of the time you’re casting your lure and nothin’ bites , nada, zilch. You guys would have more fun smelling your ball sack than doin’ what I do day in / day out , however …. Once the line jerks though and the fish is on , oh it’s on like grey poupon … meaning shit’s about to get exciting. Case in point, this story about Joey the Fish – not his real name but close enough for jazz , as it begins with a J and hey it rhymes as well – so figure it out. The fish part is true enough …
My Mother always told me “schools are designed to teach to the lowest common denominator. Let them, and you’ll become as stupid as they wish you to be.” So though I really wanted to begin this rant with the sentence “how stupid do they think we are?” referring to the crew of frat boys writing these final episodes for Game of Thrones , I immediately answered my own rhetorical question …. “as stupid as they wish us to be.” As I was discussing in private emails with a number of you last week , it’s important that when each episode is over that we take a moment to appreciate what we are acknowledging was great … the cinematography. Last week …
Seemingly for over a month I can’t find it within me to construct a story that’s worth writing let alone reading. The roots of the problem no doubt can be traced back to these bouts of self inspection, depression and goal-less-ness that I’ve been plagued with from about October onward ’til now. That’s not to say however that I haven’t had some great thoughts pass through my mind. My phone and my laptop have a notes section which gets filled with random thoughts, memories, recordings and the occasional video – and it’s from these that in the past , when allowed to marinade like a good steak in the fridge , produce some fine story lines. So since that hasn’t …
Let’s just cut to the chase shall we? Here , in ascending order are the 5 things men secretly want me to do to them – without having to ask … #5) Pull them by their Dick It’s funny but true, men want nothing more than to be led around by their dicks. It’s strange that it’s used in such a frequent derogatory statement “she’s leading you around with your dick in her hand” because if I want to get an instant erection out of a man , be it in my bedroom or on an escalator at the mall , grabbing a handful of cock and walking the man like a poodle behind me causes an erection harder …
I can’t put my finger on what it is , but here on my 31st birthday what I can say definitively is that I’ve never felt so far removed from the path of life I thought I was on, and that’s made me more depressed than I’ve ever felt before in my life. What I do know is that this is the most fit I’ve ever been , having done two hours every day with my personal trainer for well over a year now , and subsequently this is the hottest I’ve ever looked. Which in turn means that my sessions, because they’re based on harnessing the natural desires in men when aroused , are as good as they’ve ever …
Well that birthday thing is inevitable , it’s coming again, three weeks out and trying to stop it is as fruitless as tryin’ to stop a black man rushing the buffet table on free Chicken Sundays at Denny’s. I’ve been thinking about the things that have changed in me over this past year , because – I’ve adjusted my mindset more this past year than any other time in my life. Out of all the ways I’ve changed the one that stands out to me the most is my view on being single. I’ve earned it. Like an aimless voyage through space I’ve successfully navigated the marriage maelstrom , and survived the pregnancy nebula , heck I even circumnavigated around …
Truth be told, I’m fucking exhausted from writing my Kindle book and have neither the patience nor the mental acuity to construct a properly thought out story at the moment. I’ve put in back to back ten hour writing sessions and have two chapters done so progress is being made. It’ll be published by the end of the month. So instead, I’m just going to write off the top of my head, most of my thoughts will come from emails I answered today – but I’ll have to rewrite them here for the blog so they come across as a more toned down version of what I had to say privately. So whats first. It’s a hell of a thing …
Let’s talk a little bit about the USA’s war on “sex trafficking” (re: Untaxable Revenue) and how the two storm bow arrows shot through the heart of first Backpage and most recently Craigslist will affect myself and the Female Domination / BDSM community. First … What a cunt move by the cuntiest country in the world. They care as much about stopping sex trafficking as lactose intolerant people care about spinach, let’s be real. But what’s done is done so where does that leave me? I feel , umm , nervous kind of – like things just got real weird and I’m standing alone. Kind of like when you’re in an elevator not paying attention and when the door opens …
