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  • Mistress OS | From DOS to Windows 10

    Mistress OS | From DOS to Windows 10

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

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

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

     

    Mistress Jaa| OS Jaa 1.0

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

    then my slogan would be

    Jaa2 1.0 : The Best Jaa2 Ever

    windows 10 sexy girl

     

     

    Jaa2 OS 3.0

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

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

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

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

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

    Cortana

     

    Jaa2 OS 2.0

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

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    Jaa2OS 1.0

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

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

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

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

    windows xp sexy girl

     

     

    Jaa2 OS DOS

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

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

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

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

     

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

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

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

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

     

    Mistress Wael OS 1.0

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

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

    Thai Mistress Wael

     

    Mistress Wael OS 2.0

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

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

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

    thai mistress wael

     

    Mistress Wael OS 3.0

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

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

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

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

    thai mistress wael , jaa4u.com

     

    Jaa2 xx

     

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  • Calling His GF Calls His Bluff

    Calling His GF Calls His Bluff

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

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

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

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

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

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

    send you home

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

     

    Jaa2 xx

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  • Scent of a Mistress

    Scent of a Mistress

    “You have a unique smell to you Mistress” he said as he cleared his throat, his voice as scratchy as a pair of wool socks.  I wanted to heave my plastic bottle of green tea at his head for saying that but instead I just glared until he took the hint.  “I only meant having seen you this many times that even as a blind man I could know if you had walked into a room just by your Mistress smell” he continued all the while looking at me with a daring eye.

    “So I have a Mistress smell , do we all have such a smell that attracts submissive men like I am to a man as catnip is to a cat?”

    scent of a woman“No I’m saying you have a pleasant distinct smell about you, one that I have memorized” he said so cockily that I took it as a dare and replied with my customary “really?” while probably raising my eyebrow as well as I tend to do when I feel a challenge.  “Would you bet your ass on that?” I playfully suggested back to him wondering if this was just braggadocio of a man smitten by my beauty?  If so, I sensed something more than a session growing in that damn imaginative place that lives in the back of my mind.

    He gave a bark of bitter laughter.  “Yes, would you bet yours?  I doubt it.”

    Which brings us to last evening’s events.   I’d be remiss if I warped what happened into my favor, you see sometimes the imagination does not and can not account for human stupidity.  Mistress Wael did her part properly, her job was to bring 2 of her friends to the hotel room, simple enough.  With his hands tied behind his back he had a one in four chance of being able to tell which one was me by being able to smell only.  My instructions to them were clear too , just stand there silently and let him sniff you.  When he chooses incorrectly us girls will all exit the room together leaving him blindfolded and gagged but not alone.  He’d be fulfilling his end of the bet by offering his ass to the only one allowed to stay since she was technically not a girl, my Ladyboy friend Amy and her 8 inch hard and thick cock.

    Fucking easy job right?  Stand there, let a guy sniff you for 1 minute , don’t say a word, take the 500 baht I’m paying each and leave.

    Except lackwit girl number one says “oh darling” as he sniffs her.  Not surprisingly either as this is the same one that couldn’t understand how to press the record button properly on my phone filming a video last month.  She’s got brains this one , she just spent the last four weeks in Solleftea Sweden eating a different kind of Swedish Meatballs than IKEA serves.  I hope she liked the gravy.

    Darwin award candidate number two for no reason touches him, and my boy is clever so now we’re down to me and Wael with a good chance that it’s me who’s gonna be anal probed in a minute and not him.

    His nose rose like a shark’s fin from his handsome face.  A few sniffs of Mistress Wael first and then suddenly he was playing bloodhound with me.

    That close.  I was that close to having to pay my side of the deal.

    Luckily as with most guys, he could not resist only sniffing his treasure, he had to lift his leg to touch me.

    Ah the serendipity of temptation.

    Jaa2 xx

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