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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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    # public humiliation , Twitter.  ( … cuz my SEO is forcing me to add the word public humiliation 3 more times before I can post this.  Grrrr)

     

     

    xx

     

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  • A Social Experiment

    A Social Experiment

    Stunning , beautiful, gorgeous, hot, sexy, goddess-like :  all words guys use to describe me when they see my photos , followed by “better than your photos” when they see me in person.  What’s changed though and what I really hoped would happen as I redesign my website and reconfigure the rules by which I present myself on the web is that I’m attracting session inquiries from very interesting and intellectual gentlemen.

     

    Goddess,
    Again it was such a pleasure to receive your response…and yes thank you so much for both sets
    of photos!! You look simply stunning in your vacation pics and you can just imagine the effect the
    others had!! I feel I am already under your spell and we have yet to meet!!

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    That’s very nice. I’m happy for you. I haven’t been to Turkey yet.

    I’ll be waiting for the blog to come up.

    And by the way, you look beautiful on the photos 😉

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    Hi

    Thanks for the reminder, you really are stunning.

    I haven’t been to Turkey yet, but it’s on my list. Did you go to Istanbul? Pleasure or work or I guess work and pleasure? 🙂

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    That’s a great trade-off and it’s been a very interesting social experiment this month.

    The trade off being the decrease in the number of 5 word session inquiries from guys who are shell shocked when they see my photos and blurt something out to me that barely makes sensebetty because their right hand is pumping their dick mercilessly while trying to get a message off to me.  Fuck that, I’ve for the longest time wanted to see if I could trade quantity of session inquiries for a higher quality of replies.  To do so, I’ve had to find a way to get rid of the guys who’ve watched The Flintstones as if it were a documentary.  I’ve had to get rid of the destitute Indian guys who fantasize they are Sultans of Dubai and I’ve had to eject the creepy Scooby-Doo stalker type guys as well.

    So let me tell you the pinnacle moment of my frustration that set these changes about.  I was on the Skytrain 3.5 weeks ago and was getting off at Siam station when a guy who was boarding suddenly out of the corner of my eye got off and began following me and I was keenly aware of him doing so.  Now I get picked up and hit on 2-3 times a day, it just goes along with the territory when you stand out from the crowd in terms of looks and I’m ok with that.  But this guy had that creepy vibe to him, the kind that would send shivers down my spine if I had been walking alone at night in a less populated place.

    Then suddenly just before I reached the escalator he lunged out and caught my right arm with such force that it spun me around to face him and when I did he just stood there with a drooling type of smile.  All he managed to blurt out was “I know you.”

    Wanting to get away from him I blocked his statement by replying “I doubt that you do.”

    He came back with “you’re the girl who does the phone sex on Night Flirt, I know your face I have it memorized.”

    Now just think for a minute how fucking creepy it is to not only hear that, but to suddenly realize that for this guy to grab me so assuredly like that there must me some scary ass truth to what he is saying.  I though for a moment where I was, with two security guys at each station, hundreds of people around me and video cameras everywhere I decided to entertain this guy for a while to see where he was coming from.

    “No I’m not, but I don’t doubt that you know me, can you show me my profile please?”  I said , still thinking that for sure he’d take out his phone and type in the url of this website jaa4u.com to show me the photos from my gallery I’ve had up for half a year.

    So get this, he didn’t just show me my profile on one website, he showed me it on three in total.  It was at that moment that I put one and one together and for the first time the answer wasn’t two, it was over 100.  As in, creepy people have been taking my facial photos because I’m so photogenic, and using them to promote anything from phone sex websites to 100’s of dating profiles.  Well, I’m not Svetlana from Belarus looking for an American husband, sorry to burst your bubble.

    nude meWhat you see now on jaa4u is artsy me when my hair only came down to the middle of my back, it now goes to the tip of my ass so you can pretty much summarize that those were photos I did a year ago when I first met my bdsm photographer.  That was my first ever photo shoot and we’ve since gelled nicely in the two photo shoots we’ve done since, the ones you saw previously here.  Those photos are now the ones I share to you once we’ve been talking and I feel confident you’re not the future owner of kazakhastanbrides.ru trying to profile me as your leading bridal candidate.

    The next gallery I’m booked to shoot at the end of the month and they are going to be the hottest FemDom photos on the internet.  Like I’ve been updating you in the footer of each page, this is a vision in progress and visions don’t come cheap.  They take money, planning, hard work, with special people and props to  assist in realizing the dream.  The cost and patience of I’m fine with as I”m not just here to participate in my country’s FemDom scene, I’m here to take over all of South East Asia and beyond.

    Have you ever bought a burger at McDonald’s and immediately after the first godawful bite asked yourself what ever possessed you to eat there in the first place?

    The answer is branding.

    What you’re seeing develop here right now is a similar branding in it’s infancy, the groundwork having been laid by the first Mistress Jaa , and honestly it won’t completely make sense to you until the vision has progressed a bit more.  But it will make sense soon, in the meantime keep your hand off your dick and enjoy watching the development.

    Jaa xx

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    tafkap  xx

     

     

     

     

     

  • French PickUp Artist Humiliated

    French PickUp Artist Humiliated

    My t-shirts should all say “Warning, BDSM Mistress, handle with care.”

    The stereotype of Thai girls is that we’re all easy to get into bed, just hint that you have money behind some decent looks and an hour later you’ll be balls deep inside one of us back in your hotel room.   For the most part that’s true, 90% of every girl you see here has a hidden price tag and can be bought from the bargain basement price that a hot restaurant waitress would go for up to the very expensive price you’d pay to take a car show model home with you.  The other 10% are hi-so girls and would rather be found dead than be seen with a foreigner.

    Then there’s me, the .0001% of Thai girls that you can’t buy, and no sweet words carry enough magic to make me open my legs.   To get me it actually takes wit, intelligence and a certain ‘je ne sais quoi’ that makes you desireable.  It’s thrilling to meet a man like that.  A little bit handsome, well dressed, nice fragrance and the rare ability to think with the brain on his shoulders and not the one between his legs.  The problem is that i’m swimming upriver trying to find a man like that given the stereotype of Thai girls.

    As such, I have to always assume that the guy is scumbag looking for a quick fuck, masking his personality behind some sweet words and a quick lunch that would impress the mindless moronic masses of women here, but not me.

    The other day I found myself at Terminal 21 once again for a mid afternoon lunch and being quite aware of what’s going on around me, I noticed that a guy had quickly made his way up the very long escalator ride to the third floor but had stopped just behind me unwilling to pass further.  He followed me up to the fourth floor as well and it was there that he placed his hand on my shoulder to introduce himself to me.

    A french man, young, 30’ish, with a handsome face and a charming smile was begging me to have lunch with him.  I admire men who have the courage to introduce themselves to me out of the blue and I gave him the chance to dine with me.

    The vast majority of men, I find to be very attractive, until of course they speak.  Most men last 15 minutes with me before their mouth seals their fate with me.  It took him a bit longer to fuck up because we were talking in our second language and his vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.  So was mine.   I was straining to understand his accent.

    Mistress Jaa2:  What would happen if I told you I want to slap your face right here?

    You can follow along , this video matches the dialogue below, I recorded him as we sat and ate so you could see for yourself how most of these conversations go when a suave foreigner runs head first into a Thai Mistress not having the slightest clue who he’s dealing with lol…

     

    Mistress Jaa : Why do you want me?

    Everything you speak, I love it.  The voice for me is marvelous.

    Mistress Jaa :  And why do you follow me from the escalator?

    You don’t understand why I am following?

    Mistress Jaa :  No

    (correctement?) When I see somebody , i have to get close, because I see what I desire.  And you why do you look me so bad?  (I thought he said ‘i love when you look at me so bad’)

    Mistress Jaa :  So you love when I look at you so bad?

    Oh la la la , very excited.

    Mistress Jaa :  You get excited by that?

    Yes the more difficult it is the more I love it.

    Mistress Jaa :  So the more difficult it is the more you love it, so how about if I kick you?

    I love this.

    Mistress Jaa :  You sure you love it?

    Not kick.  Not violent.  Strong.  Strong, only this.  Not violent, because if you not violent to me i’m not violent to you.

    Mistress Jaa :  You say you’re gonna take care of me , what do you mean? (It was the first thing he had said at the escalator, ‘let me take care of you, anything you want’)

    What does it mean take care?  Me, I have money.  Many women try me for money (I think that’s what he said)

    Mistress Jaa :  How about if I said I don’t need your money.

    You say already you don’t need money,  I tell you, why you speak like this?  I don’t know.  Alors, let me make you happy, let me take you shopping.  Or let me make you happy if you don’t want my money.  You’ll be my supermodel.

    Mistress Jaa :  Supermodel?  Sounds good.

    My money cannot buy you, but my money can make you happy.  Can make you a gentle
    man can make you sweet … (hard to understand the last part of what he said)

    Mistress Jaa :  So how can you make me happy right now? (Because 99% of men are words with no actions)

    Now?  Alors, now , uhm, you like ice cream?

    Mistress Jaa :  What?

    You like ice cream someplace else?

    Mistress Jaa :  Say again?

    You like ice cream someplace else?

    Mistress Jaa :  Yes.

    Yes?

    Mistress Jaa :  But I want to eat here. (The male eats where and when his mistress chooses.)

    Here is no good.

    Mistress Jaa :  Why?

    But you want tea or coffee no?

    Mistress Jaa :  Yes.

    So I can order …

    Mistress Jaa :  Order what?  You’re gonna pay for that?

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    Mistress Jaa :  Cool.  It’s ok, order here.

    You think I’m gonna come and let you pay?  No when I sit with someone I pay. (Yes I know you will)

    Mistress Jaa :  Good.  Then ok, I will order here.

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    Do you think when I stay with you I pay myself and not pay for you?  No it is not my style. (He’s trying to win me by describing what is his duty in the first place lol)

    Mistress Jaa :  Good.

    I don’t let you pay yourself. (He has given himself hero status by this amazing gesture.)

    Mistress Jaa :  Good

    Aiiiy, you make me crazy.   If we can go back I go kiss you long time.  (And there it is, the dick couldn’t take it any longer, it had to interject.)

    Mistress Jaa :  And why you think I want to be your girlfriend?  It doesn’t make sense you just met me one hour”  (before I can say ago he puts his finger to my mouth to make me be silent)

    I tell you true, if I am no scared of you I go kiss you long time ago.  You understand? (Gives you an idea of how easily this guy gets girls back to his hotel in the past)

    Mistress Jaa :  You think I’m gonna let you kiss me here?

    No if I do you will boxing me but I will tell you true, I will try because you make me crazy.  True.

    Mistress Jaa :  And then what?

    You are the first woman, listen to me, to make me crazy like this, you make me tops in this, you make me excited a lot. (Most men have no idea how to handle this desire, this urge I create inside them by being desirable but unattainable)

    Mistress Jaa :  What would happen if I told you I want to slap your face right here?  (He physically pulls back from me immediately after I say that, he had been leaning closer and closer into my personal space)

    No.  Slap me no no.  I hate to be.  (The confusion in both his voice and his body language is suddenly hilarious to me, I shocked him to his core with that.)

    Mistress Jaa :  I want to slap you here. (At this point I hold him by his chin with my left hand and pull him to me.  The tables around us stop to stare and he notices.)

    No

    Mistress Jaa :  Yes  (I raise my right hand to face slap him)

    No

    Mistress Jaa :  Yes, yes, yes, yes.  (He moves left and right to pull himself away from my hold on his chin.  Then he sits there looking at me with the lust of a dog in heat.)

    This make me crazy.  Now listen me I tell you true, I slap my bone for women , I speak true.  (His dick is about to take over his brain, I can feel it, it’s seconds away at most.)

    Mistress Jaa :  But not all women are the same.

    Mistress Jaa :  I’m not those women, you can pay money and i’m gonna fuck you.

    Just keep it sexy.

    Mistress Jaa :  I tell you now.  I don’t care your fucking money because I can make that money in two hours.

    No you can do but you won’t I know baby.

    (And now he tries to slip money into my hand secretly as a payment for what he really wants, probably because he can feel he has lost all power in the conversation and even fears at being struck in public.  Thus, the primitive male brain when stripped of its false layers of confidence resort to what is left when being absent of any remaining ego … they try to pay for sex.  Because in the end, it is the man who chases the pussy, not the other way around.)

    Mistress Jaa :  Yes but then why you offer me money?

    Are you not understand again?

    Mistress Jaa :  I don’t understand.  It sounds stupid.

    No?  I am stupid?

    Mistress Jaa :  Huh?

    I am stupid?

    Mistress Jaa :  Ya.  Maybe.

    I choose to like you.

    (Can you hear it in his voice?  The sound of failure.  At this point he was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.)

    Mistress Jaa :  Really?  If you want to fuck some girl you go to Cowboy or Nana.

    No no no , i never go to (Soi) Cowboy and fuck a prostitute.  I offer you, I speak to you, because I like you.

    Mistress Jaa :  The problem is ; I don’t like you , that’s it.

     

    I stood up and left him speechless at the table while his dick brain retreated into his balls as a turtle’s head would disappear into its shell.  The only thing left for his money to buy was my part of the bill I left him with.

    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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  • Eating Shit |… Off the Menu

    Eating Shit |… Off the Menu

    “I want to eat your shit Mistress”

    To which I say, “I really don’t care what you want” and if you cannot understand the esoteric subtleties of why that is perhaps you belong where you are , curled up on your bed with one hand on your dick and your other hand on your mouse clicking from one Brazilian scat porn clip to another.

    Being under my ass is a privilege not a right, one that is earned slowly over time and is granted to you only after I have made you become so far in love with me that you have proven to do anything that I ask of you except the greatest show of devotion.  We may be laying on the bed with your head on my lap as my fingers run down around your hair to momentarily caress your chin before sliding up to your lips and as I press a grape into your mouth that you delightfully chew I lean over you and ask you “what else would you be willing to take into your mouth for me?”

     

    Oh I would do anything for love , but I won’t do that , no I won’t do that

    It comes at a point where sessions are not called sessions anymore, they are simply visits to the girl you cannot live without and one of those times the option will be given to you to walk out that door or show that you really would do anything to experience your Mistress.  Or maybe that moment will never come.  It’s not a decision that I make it’s a feeling that I act upon, a feeling inspired by chemistry between the submissive man in my lap and myself.

    eating shitLet me tell you what it is not however, for it is not something that you write me like you are ordering steak from a menu.  Consider it an off the menu item in an exclusive restaurant that you need frequent often in order to be shown the vip room where items like that would be considered being served.

    I’ve spent the better part of the afternoon explaining that over and over to the masses of people emailing me about that very same menu item.  In fact, I’ve answered that request so often the past few days that in my dreams last night I had opened a restaurant where people stood outside a massively large green door that when opened revealed only one table , a tiny one where you would lay down and rest your head upon only to look up at the distant ceiling and my much closer ass above your open mouth.  Somehow in that dream my ass was dispensing poo like it was spewing out Dairy Queen soft ice cream yet somehow it was infinitely more delicious.

    You see I don’t look at this as a job I look at it as an experience, one that must pleasure me as much as it pleasures you.  Your submissiveness brought you to me just as much as my natural dominant personality brought me to you , it should be a mutually beneficial experience.  Yes it should be an experience, not a list of items you tick off like you’re shopping at the supermarket.  Think to yourself, what are you bringing to the table?  Why should I even agree to see you in the first place?  If you mention your desire in passing like “i wouldn’t say no to more forceful ways to show my devotion to you” you are more likely to get me to note that in my calendar about you, whereas saying something blunt as if your family genealogy never evolved past caveman status :

    “Mistress.  I can eat shit?  You?  Yes?

    … will get you an answer like this from me…

    “Hey that’s amazing, you strung 7 words together this time instead of the usual 3.  That’s a 100% improvement, why by next month I’ll almost consider you for a session.  Almost.

    Submission is like falling into quicksand, you sink slowly into it.  Each request in a session is like one grain of sand covering you, almost unnoticeable until you are covered by me, tasting me, smelling me, desiring me … and it’s that sand covered thing that you’ve become that will submit to me in a “more forceful way” without any force at all really, nothing but the words “slide under my ass for me baby” are all that I need.

    How many get to hear those words?  Few if any.  The closest any of you ever got to understanding Chemistry was from watching Breaking Bad.  Maybe it was their body odor, the dirt in their fingernails, their bad breath, or the way they converse that did them in, but most work their way into my ‘meh’ list after the first session.  You see,  most guys are looking for sessions, i’m looking for someone I choose to go on a submissive experience with.  It’s a big difference.

    So yes, a 2 hour session with anything that involves my poo is indeed 15,000 baht.  The question is, what are you willing to do to be the 1% of guys who actually get the honor of paying that to me?  Are you the next Bud Fox?

    Jaa2 xx

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  • Domination | The Psychology Of

    As I write this, there is a guy getting more psychological domination than he bargained for, and it’s because he knowingly was in on a scheme to trick me.  He … well he is getting exactly what he asked for :

    I prefer more of a humiliation and psychological domination , embarrassment, etc.

    And she, his Hong Kong mistress is gonna get a taste of her own blackmail so i’m gonna let the psychological domination that he so desperately wanted continue on for a few more hours, and he can buy a new ticket and fly home whenever we decide to release him.  A bit too extreme?  Ya maybe, but i have one hell of an imagination and when it’s unleashed on someone who betrayed my trust, the consequences are on the outer edge of psychological domination .

     

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    So let’s start off with his fantasy.  He innocently stated that he has a common fantasy, maybe not in the top 3 but definitely in the top 10 of all fantasies asked for which is :

    I’m not sure if you would be open to an idea… but…. One of the things that I thought that we could do in the three hours, keeping in mind that I’m looking for humiliation and degradation, is to pick up a girl in one of the bars and I would take her back to the hotel (you would either join me to get her or i can get her and get to the hotel about the same time as you) but you would not let me have sex with her instead you would humiliate me by making me do things while she watches in disbelief.

    Doable but not easily though.  Bar girls are interested in one thing and one thing only – turnover, and no not pies – how fast she can get you to cum so she can go.  Hanging around and watching me make a guy do something in “disbelief” isn’t her thing and anyways, and saying a hooker stares in disbelief at sex is like saying you stared in disbelief at a fat kid eating a bucket of KFC. ( Now if the KFC had a fried rat instead of chicken … ok maybe i’ll allow you a bit of disbelief on your face. )

    Now here’s where I find the psychological domination is being played on me by his Hong Kong mistress.  I met him at Ploen Chit bts Skytrain station and as I’m on the way I send an sms to him saying I’m 5 mins away to which I get the reply “he is there”.  Either this guy talks about himself in the third person and goes by the name of 2pac , 50 cent, or Prince … then I’ve been talking to somebody else.

    Or have I?

    You see, imagine a scale perfectly balanced and that would represent 50% of all relationships that are vanilla.  Most of the other 50% who are interested in following their fantasies a bit more are looking for a scale that is slightly off balance to one side or the other and those are the types who come to see me.  Beyond that there’s about 10% of the population left, of which 8% are looking for the “s&m” part of bdsm where they really enjoy enduring pain.

    Leaving us with the last 2% who are desperately looking for the scale that is completely unbalanced to the side furthest away from them.  Unattainable.  Their fantasies are so strange and so bizarre that there is almost nobody in the world who is far enough on the other side of that fantasy to give them what they want.

    My first example of this was in a session with one of the original Mistress Jaa’s German customers a few years back when I had just met her.  The guy was nice enough, he brought me coffee and chocolate and brought Jaa some spanking toys as he was very very much into heavy spanking , especially face slapping.  She often made me summarize super long emails that went on for pages about what every corner of the guys mind is hiding and desiring and this guy was even too much for me to read.  On and on he went in how to face slap, the proper form, correct tempo of the slaps, the upsetting of the rhythm, how to be unpredictable in which side to slap, and an essay on the difference between slaps with leather gloves, skin and latex.

     

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    But as much as he wrote about his face slapping knowledge, he wrote even more about how dangerous it was for him to come see Jaa for if his Cambodian village Mistress found out he had betrayed her that his life would be over.  She would blackmail him to the point that he would have no choice but to live his life in her shack serving her forever because she would be chaining him to the pipes.  He would beg over and over to not reveal his real identity for fear that she would find out.

    In Thai we say “guanteen” when reading something like that … or “wurrr” both of which suggest “way too fucking much” … or the total tipping of the scale to the far side.  The session went off fine, he was completely normal and even maybe over polite if I had to fault him with something and not once did he talk about his Cambodian girl.  In fact, he was heading back to Germany a few days after the session and agreed to meet us the next day which was a Sunday saying he may even come back for a Monday session as well before flying on the Tuesday.

    We didn’t hear from him until Wednesday when she got an email that said something like “this is the last email i’ll ever be able to write , as I feared she has found me out and has kidnapped me and taken me back to her country.  She has all my id, my money and most importantly my address and wife’s phone number which she will use to destroy my marriage if I don’t obey her.”

    You know, the obvious thing I wanted to say back to him was “wouldn’t never going home again put a strain on your relationship with your wife anyways?” … but it was her email and her guy to do with as she wanted so I didn’t bother saying anything.

    What I learned though is that guys will go so far to realize a fantasy that is so hard to get that they will fully imagine it and try to play it out exactly how they see it in the brain.

    domination | hong kong mistressThat’s what the guy I was meeting last week was up to i was sure of it, right from how he acted all in a panic when I met him.  He started by telling me that he had been forced to meet me at the station by his Hong Kong mistress and that she had forbid him to have sex for many years but she wanted to tease him by making him get a whore and then have me not allow him to have sex with her.

    He was to do anything I asked of him but to please please please not let him have sex with the prostitute or his Mistress in HK would punish him so much that his life would be in danger.

    Fuck .. guanteen … wuur.

    Look i’m nice, 99% of my sessions are very sexy seductive teases where I get you to go out of your mind with desire and then use that playfully against you.  It’s the 1% you have to be careful about and the only people who get to see that 1% are the people who betray me and the people who play games with me.  Right Bruce?  Don’t worry babe, only 1002 days left until you can see her again.

    “Those girls won’t stay, they’re professional the ones at Nana , we have to go further away” I said to him totally aware that I was sounding like the girls in the movie Hostel, but hey my whole idea was Hostel’ish so it had to be said.

    In the taxi I called Mistress Wael and made arrangements with her in Thai.

    Mistress Wael is a Chiang Rai girl, poorest of the poor and until I met her was trying to live on 500 baht a day as a cook and had a second job doing massage on her day off to make enough money to survive the month.  She’s still my Jr.Mistress in training but think that when you pay her 4,000 for the amazing session she does that she once had to work all week 12 hours a day for the same amount.

    So when she made 12,000 baht a month and had to send 5,000 of that back to family it left her with 7,000 to survive on, and so her place that she lived was 1,000 a month.  You can close your eyesdomination | thai slum and think what kind of hole of a place you get for only 1k a month and then think in what kind of dark dingy soi that place must be.  She lives at my condo now, but that creepy scary place that is no bigger than a normal bathroom in your country she still keeps.  I think she still thinks you guys are lying to her when you say her sessions are great and she’ll wake up and have to go back to living in a place like that.  I wouldn’t let that happen even if it did, but it won’t, she’s great and getting better and sexier every month as she finds her true self.

    Anyways, the point is , her spooky place was available, and it was time to do some psychological domination  of my own.

    If you don’t already know, i’m a horror geek.  I stay up all night every night watching any horror movie I can get at the market mostly because I’m lonely and by myself all the time and partly because it lets me escape my sister who sleeps in her mountain of filth on the other side of the room.  It takes a lot to scare me since I’ve seen so many movies and the only ones that do scare the hell out of me are the ones where I don’t see whatever is bad in the movie because they don’t show it.

    Like somebody told me “IT” is the scariest movie they ever saw and I just had to see it.  Well, if that movie was scary, either he saw it when he was … oh … 5 and hasn’t seen it since, or … that’s the only movie he’s ever seen.  It’s not scary.  Why?  Because I see the clown.  It’s a fu**ing clown.  Now the guy who told me to see IT was British and I think all Brit’s (especially one i know) have a pussy between their legs be they male or female, cuz clowns scare everyone in England it seems.

    The less you see, the less you are told what’s going on, the more scary the situation is , whether it’s a movie or it’s a guy being driven to a broken down building on a side soi off of a side soi at 10pm at night.  Get my point?

    I didn’t think he’d come up to the room, but I hadn’t told Wael what was in my mind and she was smiling and polite so it fooled him enough to make him follow us inside.

    The security at her place was a drunk guy slouched over his 2 foot high white plastic chair and 20 bottles of Chang beer at his feet which we walked past without disturbing him from his sleep and not even the thick grey door that moaned when I slid it open after Wael unlocked it woke the security guy.   The hallway was lit with small fluorescent lights that were far apart enough that we were walking from dim light to darkness and back again as we walked down the cracked walled hallway to the stairs.  The walk up to the fourth floor got more and more narrow at the top and we had to duck to not hit our heads on the concrete of the next flight of stairs.

    His intuition finally kicked in when Wael opened the door to her little rectangular room that would fit 6 bathtubs side by side and end to end at most.  He only stuck his head in and didn’t want to proceed at all.

    Fine.  We left him there and I had to pull Wael’s hand to do so because she felt sad I think that he didn’t want to go into the place she called home for the past year.  So standing outside the room, what were his options?  To walk back to the main road.  Ya he could have, 10 minute walk would get him to Sukhumvit and the BTS , i don’t think he wanted to make that walk alone though.  He was scared, the psychological domination he and his chick had over me was now my psychological domination over him i’d say at that moment.

    thai toilet domination“Go shower” I told him and Wael opened the door to the box sized room with our Thai toilet and the brown bucket she used to scoop water onto herself when she once showered there.

    “In there?” he asked.

    “Ya why, it’s Thai, I showered like that since I was a baby, welcome to how 90% of us live.”

    He stripped slowly looking for a place to hang his clothes and ended up giving them to me to fold.   We closed the door and let him do what we asked him to do … while we quietly left the room and went down to the street again.  At the end of the soi there’s a small shack that sells things and was still open so we went there so I could tell Wael what was going on.

    It’s about perspective.  To a 5 year old Mickey Mouse is a 10 foot rat.  I explained to Wael that he will either leave the room pissed off and mad , which is fine.  Or, he’s shit scared and won’t be coming out until morning.

    “If he calls a taxi?” she asked and I said “not without this he won’t” showing her the mobile phone I borrowed from his pants as I had folded them.

    Twenty minutes and two green tea’s later he still hadn’t left the condo.  I think it was beyond psychological domination  now, I’m sure he was up there thinking he was in a Thai sequel of the Hostel movies.  We waited another 10 and went back to finish the game I was playing.

    When we got to the 4th floor again he was sitting on the steps outside the room with his purple striped shirt unbuttoned and smoking what looked like his second cigarette since at his foot was the butt of his first.

    “My phone” he said holding out his hand.

    “Admit to me first that there is no Hong Kong mistress.”

    “Yes there’s no HK mistress is that what you want to hear , give me my phone.”

    “Why, don’t you want me to make you do all kinds of things to Mistress Wael so she can stare in disbelief?” I laughed getting the words out.

    He didn’t answer, he just took the phone I was holding out in my palm and hurried down the stairs to leave the building.

    No harm done.  Wael learned a bit more about psychological domination and how to play with a guys mind, I learned … hmm … maybe to just keep heading for home if something smells fishy, and he learned … nothing.

    Why nothing?

    Because the next day I got an email from his Hong Kong Mistress apologizing and saying how i’m just a professional mistress and that I wouldn’t be able to understand the psychological domination that she was performing on him since i’m only in it for the money.  As punishment for allowing me to do that to him she …

    Did not let him in bed last night, and may not do for a while. I put a sheet on the floor and sprinkled rice on it. That is where he spent the night with his own underwear in his mouth. He was a mess when I woke up. Today his task is to buy a chastity device, which I never thought we would need, but now I think it is the only way. Until now he simply was not allowed to touch with his hands he penis when it us hard but could creatively get himself off and luck up all the mess. He is horrified, that now he can not even dry hump pillows or the couch to get himself off. A whole new chapter begins… So in a way… I thank you. Had it not been for you, we would not have gotten here. And I think I am going to like it…. Take care, Viv 

    Interestingly, the email was sent from Bangkok.

    For us who live on either side of the slightly unbalanced scale, Bangkok is in Thailand, but for those living on the lopsided scale I guess it’s possible to convince oneself that we’re actually from Hong Kong.  haha 🙂

    Jaa xx

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  • GFE Tease | A Mistress GF Experience

    GFE Tease | A Mistress GF Experience

    A GFE (Girlfriend Experience) is something that I think only exists in Thailand and though very few of the working girls in city are smart enough to call it by name it is in fact what they are offering as a service without them even recognizing it because of their stupidity.  So before explaining to you the question most asked to me in emails, “what is your mgfe session like?” i should first explain just what exactly what the Isaan version has made it to be.

     

     

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    A GFE is a girl that you can take with you 24 hours a day and not only will she clean your place, put toothpaste on your brush, and lay out your washed and ironed clothes for you to wear in the morning, but you can also cum in her mouth, cum in her ass, and cum in her pussy all before noon every day.  Try doing that with your wife 555.  All that for the dollar store prices.

    Mistress Wael has a friend, Mai, who is living the Thai dream of being a long term gfe in Solleftea Sweden and being paid 15,000 for the month for the pleasure of living in the middle of nowhere.  Look I’ve never been to Sweden, Solleftea is probably a nice place … in June.  Let’s see in January how much she likes it.  Pretty clever, for 500 baht a day a 55 year old guy can have a 25 year old girl as his maid and sexual servant and be the talk of the town in beautiful downtown Solleftea when he takes her for a walk on the weekends.

    “Hey is that your wife?” somebody will ask, “No, she’s my gfe”

    How ridiculous.

    gfe expired girlHey there’s a market for it so let it be.  For every semi pretty Isaan girl there are 100 foreigners willing to have conversations for the next 20 years about “where you go today?” and answering “no there is no never never land, it doesn’t exist dear” when watching Peter Pan together.  At least the sex is good until she reaches 30, but even then it’s like Logan’s Run where you take her back here, say thank you very much but your palm button has turned red and trade her in for a new 25 year old 5 year lease.

    I realized a long long time ago in brain washing camp , you know : school … that things are gonna be the way they are and if I want to be different it’s up to me to change things.  So the fact that gfe exists doesn’t bother me, and so I of course have made up my own version of a gfe , called a mgfe or mistress girlfriend experience and it’s so very different than what is out there right now.  My last weekend session was a good example of what a gfe or mgfe experience is like so let me tell you how i approached his 4 hour gfe session request …

    If it works out we can do a GFE session when I return, with dinner. Interested?

    That’s the 25th request in the last month for a 3 or 4 hour session and i have turned down all but 2 of them, this guy’s invitation and one other which I will tell you about today.  It’s not about the money, a 4 hour session with me is 12,000 baht, and that I’ve turned down 23 of them means I’ve suggested instead that the less expensive 2 hour session is far better for what the person is suggesting he likes for the session.  It’s about making the person coming to see me fully happy.  Since most have never truly experienced what it’s like to be teased mercilessly they think that they need 4 hours of it to be fully content.  No, most beg for release after the first hour, very few make it to the 1.5 hour mark, and just a precious handful survive the full two hours.  Four hours would be unimaginable for most.

    That leaves you wondering what do you have to interested in to get me to agree to a 4 hour session?  The answer is easy, you have to be interested in me and not yourself.

    If your email has the word ‘I’ written more times than the word “you” consider rethinking what you have written before sending it to me.

    “I want to cum 4 or 5 times” … go to Mango Massage on soi 24

    “I want …followed by a list of 20 things to try in 4 hours” … pick 4 and book 2 hours dee kwaa

     

    But if you want to go from 2 hours up to 4 hours , fill out my form like this guy did …

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    I feel I am successful because I especially follow Dale Carnegie’s 4th principle of life with everyone who contacts me, which is …

    4. Become Genuinely Interested In Other People

    The guy who sent me that email seems to be interested in my happiness , and since i’m already interested in his then yes, I think a 4 hour gfe .. or mgfe session is possible.  My mission in such is to give you an experience so amazing that you can’t get me out of your head for weeks or months and we’re not gonna get that by staying in a condo room for 4 hours, we need to get out in the city and have fun together.

    gfe sms inviteSo the guy who wanted to meet me last Sunday, the same guy you see in my ass worship photos, was coming to see me for a second session and since we clicked so well the first time I wanted to take the things he liked … ass worship , light humiliation , tease & denial … and expand greatly from what we did the first time.  So first I got him going with telling him what to wear or not to wear – without giving up where I was taking him or what to expect.

    So he can wear anything he wants, nobody’s gonna notice or care … and when I met him at Asoke Skytrain station I made that even more clear by wearing my army short shorts, a sexy tank top and my sunglasses while he showed up in a blazer and dress pants, a perfect mismatch.  “Am I overdressed or are you underdressed” he asked and I replied “I told you already, clothes are irreverent for the dinner”.

    “So we can just go naked and nobody would care is that it?”

    “If you wanted to go naked then yes, nobody would say anything.”

    He had to pick up his pace trying to follow me as I naturally walk very fast and it was amusing listening to the ‘clop clop clop’ noise his dress shoes made trying to half job to keep up with me as we headed back to the place he just left his room from … the Sheraton Grand Sukhumvit Hotel.

    “We’re going back to my room?” he asked, now completely puzzled by where I was leading him.  I had told him to book a room specifically at the Sheraton Grand to make his day even more convenient for him as we only had 4 hours and i wanted to make the most out of every single minute during his evening with me.  Sometimes you don’t have to go to a flower garden to seek out roses, you can often find the most beautiful flowers right under your nose if you just take the time to look.  Unfortunately most people go through life trying to get from Point A to Point B without realizing all the amazing places in between.

    When I say I’m going to take you for a night out in Bangkok you can rest assured I’m not gonna take you to any of the thousands of temples in the city, that you can do on your own.  Where I take you depends on what I think might suit the evening and in his case since he pestered me about how much he loves to be teased but that his wife can’t or won’t do that for him, I had the perfect place in mind 20 meters below his hotel room 😛

    Men are always trying to trade in their FWE , fucking wife experience for the far more sexy MGFE that let’s them wonder what their life would have been like had they met me first.

    I think what makes me different than other girls is that I’m always trying to mess with men’s minds and when I see a scene in a movie where the girl has the man wrapped around her finger, i’ll do my best to re-create that exchange in real life.  Ever since I saw Flashdance I’ve tried to imitate the restaurant tease scene but I’m lacking the long legs it takes to be able to slide my foot up your pant leg to your crotch, so I’ve long since found the next best thing that lets me tease guys at dinner …

     

    Dine in the Dark is the sexiest place to have dinner in the city.  After finding my succulent pork chop on my dish i ripped a piece off with my thumb and fingers and pulled his head close to mine and let him suck both the pork and the sauce off until my three fingers were perfectly clean.

    “Now feed me” I said , sliding my hand down between his legs and held his stiffening dick through his pants as his spoon found my mouth.  “You know” I said whispering into his ear, “we could fuck quietly here and nobody would even know” and bit his ear lobe.

    He went to kiss me and since I was holding his chin my hand found his cheek quite accurately and the slap shook the darkness like thunder shocks you from your sleep at night.  We were sitting in complete darkness, so dark that you cannot even see your finger if you held it an inch from your eye.  But though we couldn’t see each other, I could hear him, specifically his breathing which was heavy with my hand caressing the head of his cock … which was ready to burst through his zipper.

    On the second bite I let him find my finger and lick the gravy from the vegetables that came with the totally disguised dish.  Part of the thrill of the evening is not only my teasing him, but both of us having our taste sensors fully awake wondering what food our mouths were tasting.  My dish was a happy mixture of a sour sauce lightly covering my vegetables … asparagus i think, and a rich thick gravy covering my pork or lamb chop , i’m still not sure which it was.  The soft mash potato was especially unique to taste because I think the mouth pulls back from soft mushy food as a natural reaction to the horrible baby slop we had to endure the first year of our lives.

    My fingers hit his tongue as I tried to find his mouth a third time and like an amphibian his tongue curled and sucked my finger into his mouth … and then spat it out just as fast.

    “oh, bitter, what is that? That’s awful”

    “Interesting”

    “Why interesting?”

    “Umm, because most guys say things like “sweet as honey” when they taste my pussy, but you say bitter, so somebody’s lying.”

    “again … come on again let me try again … again please”

    “Just eat.”  but he didn’t take another bite for a minute or two, no doubt trying to suck now on the bit of wetness from my pussy that was in his mouth in an effort to change bitter goo to honey.  When his hand went for my leg I let him think he was making progress until he just about hit the honey pot where I lifted it up and guided it back to his lap.  One of the things I’ve never liked about a restaurant is that you traditionally sit across from one another.  This experience gets you up close and personal with your date as you sit side by side, and in total blackness it adds to the sense of touch being so close and feeling the heat from each others body.

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    “What would you do to taste it for real?” I asked.

    “I would do anything” and he stiffened again when he said that to me as my hand had not left the outside of his pants since the beginning of the meal.  “If I locked you in a room and told you that I would face sit you with no panties when we get back to the condo tonight … if you could just get out of the room, would you accept that as your obstacle?

    “Ya of course”

    “…and if I told you that getting out of the room isn’t that easy, would you still try?” and he replied right away saying “why does this room have a secret exit or something?”

    “No not this room, but the room I have in mind is close by.”

    Truly it is.  How many of you have wandered around Asoke here in Bangkok and had no idea you were seconds away from two of the most amazing experiences in the city?  No I don’t mean Terminal 21, though that does have my favorite desert place Secret Recipe and the two best cakes in Bangkok : the Chocolate Lava Cake and the Raspberry Cheese Cake and you can find me eating there many times a week.

    Some might argue that my pussy is sweeter than any cake at Secret Recipe but that place between my legs is a 10 star restaurant and you have to earn your seat at the table.  All he had to do to earn his seat was get out of a room, how hard could that have been right?

    So what i’ll often do is give a guy a chance of a reward on the chance that he simply gets out of the room in time.

    If … he has to use a clue, his reward gets severely lessened.

    If he has to use two or more clues, he gets the normal session … in this guys case, he would get facesitting with clean panties on.

    However, if he cannot escape the room, he must submit himself to whatever I want to do with him without question.

    As we inched our way out of the restaurant and back into the eyeball burning sun I reached into my bag and pulled out the dog tail, then the dog ears, followed by the dog leash and collar and finally the dog nose and placed them all in this guys arms to hold and carry.

    “For what?” he laughed.

    “For you … if you don’t escape the room in time.” and added a few seconds later “woof woof”.

    “Meaning?”

    “Meaning exactly what it looks like, if you don’t get out of the room within the time allowed you will be walked home as my dog.”

    “and if I say no to that?”

    “Well then you get the spanking back at the condo with no safe word … your choice.”

    With his right hand he did that thing that guys do when they are thinking about making a tough and ultimately stupid decision … they cover their mouth and nose with their hand and squeeze their nose with the first finger and thumb like their trying to remove it from their face.

    “Ya ok I agree because i’m sure i’m gonna be tasting your pussy again tonight.”

    “Really?” and if you’ve read my stories before you know I say that word often when I hear something I don’t believe or I know is completely false.  What I’m doing is basically playing a kinky adult version of Truth or Dare but where the odds are heavily in my favor to win.

    You see, the room that i’m talking to is one of the puzzle rooms offered in the very exciting and fun game called The Escape Hunt which is nearly impossible to escape from with the only pressure on you being the one hour time limit you have to find a way out of the room by solving the mystery inside.  Once I add the pressure of the doggy experience for losing and have not only shown him the dog suit he will have to wear but had him hold the pieces in his arms the extra pressure occupies a space in the sub-conscious.

     

     

    I’m thinking you don’t have too much experience on getting out of tight places with only being able to use your brain whereas I’ve gone there so often that it’s second nature to me now.  Here, play this much simpler interactive game to see if you can get out of an easier room before agreeing to my humiliation challenge … i give you 5 minutes to solve the video …

     

     

    See?  Not as easy as you think.  The fact is only 2% of the population can escape the room with no clues, .002% if you are only counting people from my country … *insert stupid thai tv sound effect here* … and no Boston Rob cannot come save you.  I’m one of the .002 by the way, but to be fair I did get my brains in Australia 🙂

    He actually did really well, for the first 10 minutes.  There are about 3 doors and 3 other locks you have to open with both clues and false clues alike everywhere in each room.  At 15 minutes he said he needed a clue.

    “I’ve done it before so if you ask me, i might or might not give you a good clue, but you won’t be punished any further.  If you pick up the phone and ask your Room Supervisor she will help you for sure, but you not only get nothing as I told you earlier but you will also be punished even more if you do not escape after you get the clue.”

    He asked me , and since I was in a good dog walking mood yesterday I gave him a useless clue.  At 30 minutes I could clearly see both the excitement from the fun of the game and the frustration on his face growing with each passing minute.  At 40 minutes he walked right past me and picked up the phone looking at me with the devil in his eye.  Our cute Room Supervisor came in and looked at me since I was just sitting there laughing but I pointed to him and said to help my slave because he’s gonna need a lot of help in the next 20 minutes.

    At 10 minutes I started to count down the minutes one at a time by saying “Woof” at the end of each minute.

    With ‘woof woof’ minutes left to play he picked up the phone again.  The room was a mess with papers, glasses, paints, typewriters, cameras, photos scattered all over the floor and him sitting in the middle trying to figure out how a broken camera somehow had the last clue he needed to get inside the hidden safe he had found.  When the room supervisor told him that he missed a very important clue on the wall in the third room he ran back with a minute left.

    ‘woof’ I said loudly as he came running back with a key and a box.  He got it open at 50 seconds left and right at 30 seconds left a light bulb went off in his head.  If he had 2 extra minutes he might have had time to solve the room and escape but instead i counted down the last 10 seconds with a ‘woof’ between each one and the time ran out just as he figured out the secret message that he had written on the board 50 minutes before.   His failure was that he didn’t appreciate how clever he was at the beginning, and one of the clues that i am sure everybody who plays that room will miss … he actually got, and he wrote it on the wall.  Too bad.

    Drinking tea a few minutes after he was still trying to put together the lost clues and figure out the mystery … as I was holding his dog collar in my hand.

    “Please he said looking up … i’ll take the extra punishment in the room instead Mistress” his eyes almost pleading.

    “Fine” I said standing up for the ‘loser photo’ yet again, wondering if there is a guy out there who is indeed clever enough to one day stand beside me with the “We Escaped” photo being taken.

    His gfe date was about to get very kinky, but not in the way the Isaan gfe dates usually go.  What did that gfe girl above say she offered?  69, cim and anal sex , and that “if you are looking for something a little different and really special for your trip in Bangkok then here she is.”  Well if she was talking about me she got the anal rape part right, just now how she does it i’m quite sure.

    cim for me means ‘cane in muscle’ … as in my spanking cane landing hard into your ass muscle.

    dog mask for gfe experienceSince he had used two clues and that he chose not to endure the dog walking treatment he got his facesitting fantasy downgraded to me wearing my Mango jeans on his face and that he didn’t get out as well so his tease was going to be a bit of a punishment and not a fun thing for him this time.

    I tied him to the bed , 1 hand but both feet so that he had his left hand free on the bed at my condo.

    “You’re going to tease & denial yourself … and i’m going to help you.”

    I sat down above his face and let him naturally start to play with himself with his wrong hand, or I assumed it would be his wrong hand since he had used his right hand to write on the board back in the room.  “I’m gonna give you 30 seconds to cum , starting now” and not surprisingly he didn’t really do that good of a job trying to get his dick to orgasm. Not until I tickled him for the next minute while sitting on his face struggling to breathe as he laughed until he cried.  Then when I told him he had 30 seconds to orgasm his second attempt had a bit more effort.  But still, no shower of cum made me have to tickle him again.

    “Stop, please stop” he pleaded.

    “You want me to stop then cum, or it’s gonna be a long two hours for you.”

    He wanted to answer but before he could the tickling started again, this time under his right arm pit where he couldn’t close the space and it was too far from his free left arm to assist him.  The tickling was merciless for the whole minute until I stopped suddenly and started the countdown again from 30.  This time he took a good 10 seconds to catch his breath as I sat up off his face to give him all the air he needed to try to cum.  He couldn’t do it in 20 seconds so we began again.

    I reached down to between his legs and tickled with my fingers the insides of his thighs because those too were out of reach of his left hand and neither could he close his legs.

    Have you ever been in a bad situation that you have to face no matter how bad it is and how bad the result could be if you do face the problem?  I had that when my dad left, when I saw him walk away for the last time at 9yo and I remember the day the crying finally stopped and I told myself that I have to face what had happened.  It was even harder to tell myself that things were not ‘going to be ok’ than it was to sit there and be sad about it but I did.

     

    That’s a harsh comparison but if you’ve ever been in a tickle torture you’ll know that the feeling of having to face your problem is about the same.  Each passing minute that you have to endure the torture the recovery time gets longer and your strength gets weaker.  It took him all together about 25 minutes to reach the point of convincing himself that he couldn’t be tickled … much … and that he better get serious about cumming for me or like I said it was going to be a long 2 hours.

    At 30 minutes he learned the secret of escaping from the tickle torture, only the 10th to do so in all the tickle sessions I’ve done.  About 10, give or take 1 or 2 … the point is that most can’t think after a few minutes and it just becomes a wonderful hell for 2 hours.

    He trickle exploded after 35 minutes and exploded isn’t the word I need but I don’t know how to describe the man’s orgasm when the cum just leaks out with no energy.  It kinda appears like magic is the best way to describe it.

    “I came, I came look” he said showing me the leakage on his thumb dripping down to his tummy.

    “You used 2 clues today right?” I asked back.

    “um, yes twice, why?”

    “because that’s how many times you’re gonna cum for me now” and I wiped off the remaining cum, put 2 squirts of oil into my hand and viciously rubbed the sensitive top part of his dick back and forth as fast as I could to make him scream into my jeans.  That took 15 minutes, half of which was just me pumping a dead dick until he finally got hard 10 minutes into his second time.  By then his cock was red and he wasn’t enjoying it.  I guess it becomes more like a “get it out of me” type of feeling … the same kind I get when a guy tries not to cum for 1/2 an hour during sex.

    But I did give him a choice before he came … “tease and denial for the last 45 minutes or finish you?”

    “no more , just finish me” he begged.

    Just like I said, most of the guys think they want tease & denial and think they can endure it but cannot.

    “How was the gfe in your mind?”

    “It was perfect, it wasn’t a session it was the funnest kinkiest gfe date i’ve ever had.” he said.

    “That’s because it was an MGFE , and not the typical GFE.”

    “Then I’m sold on MGFE forever” he laughed 🙂

     

    Jaa xx

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  • Life Goals Include No Zombie Babies

    Life Goals Include No Zombie Babies

    I have priorities before having kids …

    1.  have a place to live either a condo or house, in my own name, fully paid for.
    2.  have a bank account and investment portfolio that are equal to the amount a successful foreigner would have at age 30 if not more.
    3.  Be living as far away from Thailand as possible, a galaxy far, far away would be fine, failing that, a different continent would suffice.

    Then and only then would i start to think about having children.

    Sounds attainable right?  Not if you understand village life and the traps that come with it.  To give you an example, I had an evening out with 5 former girlfriends who are now just acquaintances but all of whom I have known since I was about 7 or 8 growing up in the same village.  We’re all the same age, 28 and between them they have 15 babies.

    The 15 babies are shared by 8 men, each guy being responsible for about 2.

    None of the guys are around.  None of them remain married although all have been wed earlier.

    Each is more than 20 kilos heavier than me now where once we were all called the “skinny bitches” in school.

    condomBirth control is not taught in the village, not in school, not by parents, not by tv.  Getting pregnant is as much a mystery to a girl growing up where I grew up as it was for a cave girl living 4,000 years ago.  Yet at the age of 13 with no money to even walk out of the house to buy a 10 baht sweet at 7 Eleven there is little to do besides watch tv and fuck.  Fortunately for me, as pretty as I am now, I was blessed with being fucking ugly when I was a kid.  9/10 guys thought I had a dick, that’s how much I looked like a boy, and even then proving that guys will indeed fuck anything that moves, some did actually hit on me.

    What saved me was books.

    Even now as I get ready to move my things into my new condo in a month or so I’m thinking about how I’m going to move these 200 books from one place to the other by myself.  I’ve been reading and collecting books since I learned they contain something which is hard to find … truth.  It helped how I looked at boys for sure, every time one of the future broke jobless guys came waving his dick in my direction I asked myself, would Joan of Ark want to get fucked by this guy?

    No, no and no.

    I must have read over 1000 books by now and while I try to touch on everything I keep coming back to Greek Mythology, Egyptian History and especially Female Heroines to get my inspiration from.

    Did I get to talk about any of those things on the weekend with those girls I once knew?  Hardly.  “Why aren’t you pregnant?” was the question that got thrown my way much too often.  “Don’t you want to be normal?” was question number two.

    Yes I do want to be normal, by western standards not by Thai ones.

    That means a good bank account, a trading account, buy some land, build a property.  All things the Jaa before me did successfully and I think I would do good to learn from her.  But whereas she is happy with living here I guess, I’m not.

    zombie babySo by the New Year I’m looking into how to have a trading account for my investments oversees.  If everything keeps going well I’ll keep saving for a house as well and I’ll keep my eye open for a guy who doesn’t actually want to sell everything he owns to come live here.  It’s unbelievable how many guys there are like that.

    To me that’s like me driving to the country away from zombies that have taken over the city only to see every available man rushing in to become part of the infestation.

    Last thing I need on my resume is a zombie child.

    I’ll wait thank you.

     

    Jaa xx

     

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  • Jaa Almighty

    Jaa Almighty

    I was sitting at home earlier today looking up on Google “people who ought to be killed” to see if anyone has listed my ex and sadly I found that nobody had as of yet.  I found George Carlin has a list of other people I also agree should be strapped into chairs and have their balls beaten with hammers.  Sadly my ex doesn’t have balls but it’d still be sweet to strap him into a chair and work on my castration techniques.

     

     

    There’s my ‘edgy’ style again that somebody said i have which is opposite of the ‘motherly’ style that the first Mistress Jaa used to write with.  I’ve spent the last three days trying to write one story in a new motherly style and after 10 failed tries i came to a conclusion that maybe i need to have a kid to be able to write like a mother.  Then again, maybe the thing i’m the most proud of is that I escaped village life without having a baby, and that at 27 years old to still be single, intelligent, educated, and childless puts me in the .01% of the population that have those assets.

     

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    While I can’t seem to write as sweet and caring as my predecessor did I know for certain that when it comes to answering emails my softer side shows itself.  If you had any idea how many lives I could ruin by being mean you’d understand how much power being a Goddess actually has over people.

    Answering bdsm email is like being Jim Carrey in Bruce Almighty after he discovers he has the power of God, but then deciding not to use any of those powers at all.   Correct me if i’m wrong, but don’t I have a moral obligation to any submissive man to not ruin his life, even though that’s the very fantasy they want to live out through me?  Sometimes like today, i’ll be sitting in Secret Recipe nibbling on cake when i just have to put my fork down after reading an email and say out loud “why?  For what reason would a man of sane mind send me an email like this?”  Then i’ll continue with my email choosing not to answer back quite yet to what I had just read and suddenly i’ll run into another email that’s just as equally shocking.

    See, not only must I protect the identity of all those who contact me but it’s come to the point where I’ve had to break off email to protect the lives of these people as well.  But here’s what that does to me, it causes a conflict in my mind about how far to take the slave mistress relationship.  I’ve found myself spending hours like I did today reading over 100’s of twitter accounts and websites from other mistress’s and I haven’t found much comfort.  There seems to be no moral guidance with some of these girls.  They view the man’s submissiveness as a tool to do whatever they want with him and I just can’t do that.

     

    So ask yourself, when was the last time you were completely seduced by a girl.  To the point where you cannot get her out of your mind, where every minute for days or weeks after the session she is in your blood when you are awake and your thoughts when you are asleep?  That’s what I do for a living, and i’m very good at it.  While that’s fun for the 2 hours that you are with me it becomes a problem when guys start making plans to leave their wives, abandon their job, leave land and country to come be my personal slave.  I think as a mistress that has so much control over a man it’s my responsibility to tell him ‘no’.

    Now the rule of “believe half of what you hear and and all of what you see” applies here.  Did any of these guys who claimed insanity of lust for me as the reason they did these deeds for me ever actually do the things they said they did?  Hmm, maybe maybe not.  I do have visual proof that these guys are doing the tasks I give them to do through email domination but those are harmless acts of writing out lines for me, buying my brand of panties and wearing them for me, writing my name on their dick before going to pick up a girl.

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    What scares me is trying to sleep thinking “did so-and-so actually rape his wife with my name tattooed on his penis so that she would leave him allowing him to be with me.”  Or what to do after so-and-so shockingly shows up at my condo from France with suitcase and bank book in hand ready to pledge his life to me … without even being invited.  Or a Malaysian man willing to pay for a same day flight and session to only see me, but not willing to pay for a hotel so that he may walk around Bangkok with my poo in his mouth all night to prove his level of devotion to me.

    It didn’t take three days to figure out what style edgy or motherly to tell each of them no, stop, too much.

    These guys don’t need their balls beaten with hammers, they just need a little bit of love and be given a compass so they can get their life course back on track.  Except my ex, he can remain lost at sea for all I care.

     

    Jaa xx

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  • Tease & Denial Massage Session

    A good massage in Bangkok is fairly easy to find.  A sexy, talented masseuse that can and is willing to do an amazing Tease & Denial Massage is rare.  Luckily, you can get that here now.

    The biggest waste of money in Bangkok right now is the happy ending massage.  I know because I spend tons of time getting massages and have talked to many girls working there ,  thus I know that paying for a happy ending at the end of a massage is as satisfying as ordering an Italian dish in a Chinese Restaurant.  Wrong!

    A perfect massage feels just as amazing as a perfect Tease & Denial session.  Marrying the both together is an unforgettable 2 hour experience.  See for yourself …

     

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    I had to be a detective for a few days to find her as she was the girl who I finally chose to be my personal masseuse being the picky girl I am.  I knew right from the first time she massaged me that Wael was different than all the others , the massage was as perfect as perfect can get.

    I’m instantly attracted to anybody who thinks outside the box and has a distinct personality which in this country is like trying to find gold on a sandy beach.  So 15 minutes before my 1st massage session with Wael was when her customer had tried to reach up and tried to feel Wael’s breast.  From the back room the customer was walking out hunched over with his wrist in the air in an armbar lock that looked like it would break his arm in half.  What made me like her is not only that she did that to him but that she paraded him out in front of everybody in the shop to humiliate him for trying.   You just don’t do shit like that here in this country , we’re supposed to be weak and sub-servant , not bold and keen to humiliate.  I knew my masseuse had a career ahead of her as a mistress if I could just have a few discussions with her while sampling her massage.

    wael's massage with tease & denialNot surprisingly she was let go from that job.  “you not act like good thai lady” the boss said to her and that same day she left the shop for good, but luckily I sensed that may happen and I gave her my number after our massage was finished , and made her promise to keep in touch but in reality we both went our separate ways.

    Then , a month or so later , while interviewing yet another hopeless mistress applicant at Ploen Chit Center on the 5th floor food court I asked  this interviewee to give me an example of what she would do to be dominant.  Her reply was that she was willing to go to dinner and hold hands “maybe” with the customer.  I said “fuck, you have to have it in your nature to want to control everything about a man and if he gives you shit or tries to touch you without permission just slap him across the face” and I told her i’d pay for her lunch but that the interview was basically over.

    She looked at me kind of stunned for a moment and then said, “there is a girl in my massage shop downstairs that is like that, but not me.”

    “Really?” i said raising my eyebrow out of curiosity.  “Can you show me who she is?”

    So downstairs we went to Mallika Massage on the first floor and I kind of knew who this black sheep girl was right away because she was sitting alone away from the others waiting in the queue for the next customer her head bent over her phone talking to herself … sounds like me back in school lol.   Then when i got closer and saw her face i recognized her right away, that was Wael the same girl who had massaged me a month prior.

    Already there is this feeling of destiny and i love when things like that happen.  I had just ate so we went to Starbucks for a coffee instead and asked her how and what she had been doing all this time.

    She then outlined her employment problems because she had either left on her own or been “suggested to leave” from 5 different places since the year began, the reason being that each shop’s customers come to book her specifically after the first session and that’s a huge no-no as the manager instantly will know something is amiss.   As well, she’s on that border line of being too cute for most shops to even consider her.  If I ever went for a job as a masseuse i can tell you now that not one store out of the 1 million in Bangkok would hire me because nobody over a 6/10 in looks gets hired.

    Anybody who rocks the boat of poverty, taking customers and business away from others is forced out of that store quickly.  You either leave voluntarily or your possessions get sabotaged with knife holes, rips and burns until you leave out of frustration.  Everybody is fine with poverty so long as everyone is equally impoverished haha.  Wael knew from the first day that no customer goes into a massage shop for just a massage.

    Customers go into a massage shop for a sensual experience.  The problem is they hardly ever get one, and here’s why.

    wael's tease & denial massageBackward thinking.  Please refer back to my gold on a sandy beach comment for a moment.  The massage world is about giving the most basic massage possible and then hoping for a huge tip so that the next time the same customer comes back the person who massaged you will be more willing to give you a better massage because you are a big tipper.  Again .. wrong!

    Wael and I agreed in our Starbucks meeting that to get the big tip you give something extraordinary to the customer first knowing that 75% of them will tip and come back again, and the 25% who don’t will at least tell others what happened in their 2 hour massage.

    I asked her to come work with me and see what I do and she had great ideas right off the top of her head, but she wanted to do only what she is comfortable with, which is an expert massage and an expert tease & denial session.  I told her that her way of thinking is already perfect and that she just needed experience but … she fears for her English level, and she showed me on her phone that she studies English on her own every day at the shop where she works.  Look, you don’t find motivation like that here very often, rarely if ever actually.

    So here’s the deal I made with her.  I asked her to go for a session with me to see, and remembering that she knows jiu jitsu of some sort, I invited her to a wrestling session with a customer that even though i beat him before is very tough to pin.  I’m undefeated by the way in sexy wrestling sessions haha.

    You know what happened in that session if you follow my twitter.  Less than a minute after i tap her hand to come in and take my place she triangles the guy and squeezed a bit too hard i guess because he passed out unconscious between her legs trying to kiss her pussy even though his neck was locked … that’s men for you lol.

    I then tried her for a bdsm session the next day with me and an older man … who she loves to do sessions with anyways.  My part of the session went well, but interestingly when the man called back for a second session, he called Wael for her massage and tease.

    So let me make it official.  I’m probably talking to the older businessman gentleman demographic i think, because the customers i remember from 5 years ago that liked the long 2 hour Thai or Oil massage were older.  You can book Wael for her special 1 hour massage and tease either at our condo or at your place for 4,000 baht since there is no bdsm involved and she lacks the experience to do such a session anyways.  If you wanted to see her with me, i would recommend a sexy wrestling session with the both of us.  You will lose lol.

    Jaa xx

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