SPH , or small penis humiliation isn’t what this is about, its just the name of one of many dudes I’ve chastised lately … for I’ve been humiliating the riff raff of men left in the city pretty much every day since December.
However, let’s be clear – I’m humiliating and rinsing these men for financial reasons – and solely that , as a calculated way to get through this pandemic unscathed.
Like it or not, we all have to eat – every single day, and even trying desperately to control food costs to something reasonable like 500 baht or $15 euros a day still comes to 15,000 a month that comes out of my pocket.
My original prediction – that there would be enough sessions to cover both my condo expense and my food expense was erroneous and there had been a slight drain on my savings since last August .. which if projected out over another whole year would have left me critically low come Christmas 2021.
I have no illusions that this pandemic is going to go away any time soon. I live in a country on the bottom rung of who gets the vaccine so no doubt it’ll still be a haunting thing come your winter.
So, its a damn dog eat dog world out there right now, and in times like this one has to take stock of one’s assets and leverage those assets to get through , by any means necessary.
My greatest asset right now is that I’m 33 and I’m fucking hot. The hottest I’ve ever been. Long gone are the days where I was maturing into this body I have now , I”m a woman now and I fill out this body spectacularly.
I’m confident as fuck as well. Having twisted men to cater to my every whim for nearly a decade has left me a tad cocky I might say.
Other things in my favor is that this pandemic has rinsed the city dry of well-to-do , classy, intelligent business men .. my clientelle. I say that’s in my favor because what’s left is the rift raff of men who , luckily for me, find sinbin city rather empty these days and so online seduction has become a big thing since early 2020. Guys are turning to apps like Tinder to find their fill of pussy instead of frequenting bars , and so for someone like me who’s extremely photogenic , I’m getting a plethora of men everyday who consider me suitable to fuck for but the cost of a cheap dinner.
After all, 99% of the girls in this city have long since been more than willing to open their legs for some noodle soup , and that plays right into my lap for I’m the 1% these boys have never accounted for.
Every sms conversation inevitably has them asking in one form or another “are you really that hot?”
“Yes. Yes I am. Here’s proof” I say .. and lucky for me I have over 2000 pictures in my gallery, each one more stunning than the last one (or so I’ve been told 😛 )
Next question up is “do you live alone?” which loosely translated to fuckspeak is “do you have a private place that we can fuck?” (I can’t fuck at my place cuz my gf’s home all the time … they never say that but it’s true ain’t it?)
“Why yes I do” I reply, showing them a photo of me standing before my gorgeous cathedreal sized window overlooking the city.
At this point I can almost see the guys’ cock piercing through my phone like Debbie Harry’s lips coming through the tv in VideoDrome …
The tricky part is hinting that I’m a hi-so girl , one who’s used to 5 star dining experiences – which I am haha – and I usually begin by suggesting a number of expensive restaurants , and though its an sms conversation I can almost hear them swallow hard when they end up googling all my suggestions.
But I’ll throw in the table joke , and it works every … single … time.
“I love s0-and-so rooftop restaurant because of the small tables” I’ll say.
“Small tables?” they quickly type back.
“Yup, let’s us sit nice and close so it’s easy for me to run my foot up your leg and have my toes play with your cock under your pants.”
That’s all it takes. I’m not just 100% fuckable at that moment, I’m also a tease and somewhat slutty as well … I’ve just ticked off all the boxes for them to commit and sure enough … “what time is good for you?” is the next sentence they’ll type.
No shit, that sentence or some form of it has followed immediately after the small table line a stunning 22 times in a row now. Men , when led by their cock’s brain and not their own – are so so childishly predictable , it’s like taking candy from a baby, truly.
Right, so , teacher-boy with his 15,000 a month salary is now ready to spend 1/2 of his income on one dinner with me all for the fuck of his life , only – he’s hesitant. He hasn’t met me yet, so there’s still that 30 baht noodle soup option followed by a 300 baht short time hotel fuck experience floating around in his head.
Enter … stunning first impression time.
I’ve been wearing progressively jaw dropping clothing choices as the months have rolled on , and I can brazenly do so because there isn’t a soul in the city to take notice , that’s how dead it is here and I’m using that to my full advantage.
Now I’ll get to how I may have overstepped that jaw dropping boundary yesterday – in a bit , but I gotta get to SPH boy first because how I treated him definitely showed me the maturation process of my Mistress life.
SPH boy got to meet me at the BTS and I arrived bra-less in my very flowing rose colored dress , accented nicely with my curvy white hat , bright red lipstick and cool ass intimidating shades.
“You’re Ben” I said , peering down at him through my evening shades, “nice to meet you.”
“Likewise” he replied , grinning like the cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. “Jackpot!” I could almost hear his mind whispering to him.
“Shall we?” I smiled as I offered my arm for companionship .. because touch breaks barriers and instantly letting him touch me and hold me close all but guaranteed we’d be sitting at any 5 star restaurant of my choice in the next 3o minutes.
Which we were. Only, SPH boy was devistatingly handsome. A rarity to be sure.
Look, I’ve been on 200 of these dinners now , and I can count on my left hand the # of boys who I’d say were attractive enough for me to even enterain the thought of inviting them back home.
I’m still a girl after all, and horniness – though infrequent as this is strictly business – does interfere at times.
Worst part about these evenings is the chit chat at dinner. I shit you not, I can predict fairly accurately the next topic of conversation out of each guy’s lips. It’s that boring, that trivial.
It’s why I absolutely hate dinners when I’m looking for a companion in my life. Give me a man who wants instead to be active and go do some gardening , or make a wreath for my condo door, or go play laser tag, or skydiving … how about skydiving for a first date? Fuck I’d say yes every single time.
I love action, I love doing things and sitting at a dinner table enduring yet another “getting to know you” round of questions like its a never ending speed dating round aint’ my style.
So tip to the wise , if you’re looking to have fun with me and are hoping I’ll respond genuinely in kind …. take me somehwere and lets do something.
This is especially important for guys inviting me on our Mistress as A Girlfriend Experience trips over in Europe.
I’ve been cage diving with sharks, I’ve bungeed off the highest bungee jumping bridge in the world , I’ve gone go carting , horse back riding, and I hopped over the fence in Spain during the running of the bulls !
I’m pretty sure there’s nothing you boys can offer to do that I’d turn down. Oh , I might be white knuckled and scared out of my mind, but I’ll say yes every time.
Anyways, I’ve digressed. I was talking to SPH boy at dinner and was finding myself getting incredibly worked up down below. To the point where I had to excuse myself and go for a washroom break to wipe the wet smear from my panties … that’s how hot I was.
I have these talk-out-loud conversations with myself in the mirror when that happens and was doing exactly that saying “why the fuck are you so horny” to myself in the mirror when the cleaning lady walked in.
I walked back to the table , watched him smile , adjust his chair , caught him sneaking a peak at my nipples kinda peaking through my loose fitting dress and when I did I opened it right up to give him a full view.
Then I leaned forward and whispered “do you want to fuck me, or do you want to stay here and eat?”
He instantly stood up , lmao. Fine I thought, I’m playing this game dangerously, let’s see it out to the end.
Back at my condo we got in the door and as I took my shoes off he pressed me against the shoe closet mirror and began kissing me on the neck. He was a good foot taller than me with very broad shoulders and a well formed chest so I felt the heavy pressure of his body pressing me right into the glass.
Being a Mistress I’m always wanting to take control of things , or at the very least – not let actions of control sway too much in the man’s favor , so I swung around and yanked the button open on his jeans sending it flying across the room in the process.
As he watched it roll towards its resting place I plunged my hand down his pants to pull out his manhoood and leaned in to kiss him as I did.
But stopped.
Because in my hand was the tiniest cock I’ve ever seen … and guys , I’ve seen thousands. It wasn’t just a joke, it was a whole comedy act on its own. In place of a beast – was a worm , a baby worm even.
I wasn’t disappointed. I was mad, furious even. I hadn’t been laid for well over a year and I had been so bold all evening that I was sure I was going to fuck this man’s brains out.
Only , you can’t shoot pool with a shard of rope.
So I opened the door and threw his shoes down the hallway , watching them land directly in front of the elevator.
I pointed, and I spoke. “Get the fuck out of here with that thing.” and I didn’t stop there. “How can a man so massive have been cursed with such a tiny useless dick , how many girls have you disappointed with that thing?”
“Holy fuck, you’re rude” he retorted.
“I don’t give the slightest fuck , get out of my condo – now” and I nudged him out the door.
I didn’t scream into my pillow or anything thereafter, I simply went to make myself a coffee and minutes later stood in front of the cathedreal sized window overlooking the twinkling lights of the city sipping my latte. Calm as calm can be.
That’s what I’m talking about regarding my evoluton as a Mistress, I simply don’t give a fuck anymore. It’s a mindset , hard to explain.
Anyways, cut to the very next night and I’m going through the same steps again , luring another fish to dinner , only this time I’m being even more brazen than the night before with my wardrobe, and I went with white blazer-like top only braless.
Now, the rose dress and others , I can get away with going braless because it only opens slightly and the guy would have to stare intently from quite an accute angle to get a glimpse of my nipples.
But the white blazer on the other hand , well , it’s very revealing let’s just say that.
Yet, men are gentelemen on their first date and will do everything in their power to notice but not to stare , so for the first time I decided to put such a bold fashion statement to the test of that politeness.
Wheras SPH boy was actually a 30 year old man, Boner Boy had lied about his age and in fact , was a kid barely out of university. I had him pegged for no more than 24 years old, and possibly 23, so we’re talking 10 years younger than me, talk about a cougar eh?
SPH dude had one more thing on Boner Boy … dick control. In a big way.
See, SPH dude had worn jeans, levi jeans to be exact and not the super tight fit ones, the fabric had a bit of play in it.
This kid however, he shosed wearing short khaki’s only … they weren’t the rugged thick type of hiking khaki’s … you know, the one’s you buy in an outdoor’s store.
No, instead these were paper thin beige colored khaki’s which didn’t match at all his Hawaii style floral shirt.
Obviously, the white open chested braless top was too much for Boner Boy for in the lift going down in my condo I could tell he had at least an 8 inch cock … for it was sticking out at full mast making an enormous tent out of his paper thin beige pants.
I was embarassed but didn’t want to comment on it. “Let it die down” I thought.
Heh. When we got out of the taxi and walked in the front door of the restaurant, I noticed that not only was his cock still at full mast , but he was leaking furiously making it look like he was pissing himself for the wet stain was growing by the second.
“Dude, you gotta go to the washroom and clean that up first before we sit down” I whispered.
Why the fuck did I whisper? That made him harder, the goddamn thing was now pointing upward and I could now see the eye of his cock trying to grow through the brown belt of his pants.
“ok, the fuck?” I stepped back and said.
Boner Boy looked down at his way out of control cock. “I… I’m sorry, you’re just making me so horny , do we really have to sit and have dinner?”
^ ya, he said that. I’m surprised he didn’t just come out and say “can we just fuck for 30 seconds so I can get this cum out of me.”
“No, I have other plans for you over dinner” I said matter of factly.
The restaurant , as they all are now , especially when its late after 9pm – was dead, void of people and so we had our pick of tables. I chose a corner table by the window, hidden well and far from the kitchen door or the waitress’s stand.
Instantly after the food arrived I told him not to eat. Instead, I instructed him to masturbate inside his pants until he shot his load.
He did. Without question too. Right there under the table he started jerking himself and I was almost right on the money about that 30 second comment because almost to the second he made his best controlled orgasm face and spewed cum all over his hand.
“Now wipe it on your ribs and eat it” and then after hesitating because I saw him hesitate in turn I added “because that’s what you get for humiliating me with that fucking non stop boner of yours, now fucking do it.”
And he did. Again, without question.
Damn, he smeared it on like it was hollandaise sauce and gobbled it down like it was turkey dinner at mom’s place, and I laughed loudly while I ate my dinner and watched him.
Minutes later I excused myself to go to the little ladies room which at Terminal 21 is outside Tony Roma’s but strangely I found a taxi before I ever found that washroom.
To avoid the inevitable ‘wtf’ messages that were coming shortly I ghosted him and right there in the taxi ride home I begain looking through all the new messages that had come in on my Tinder app.
To sound a bit like Tom Cruise at the end of Risky Business here …. At an average of 3,000 baht per meal on 5 days a week average … I don’t go out on the days I’m shooting for Onlyfans , I’m saving 15,000 a week , or 60,000 a month.
And out of 200 guys, I haven’t fucked one.
Though I would have , that one time , had he not had the world’s tiniest cock.
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