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“Stop Teasing Me” | A Double Entendre

So after seeing Warcraft a few weeks ago I’ve been playing World of Warcraft for the first time since Jaa introduced me to the game a few years back when I saw her bouncing around picking up rocks and flowers on her Druid for the first time. She loved gathering resources so much that she had well over 1 million gold , she was Wow’s financial queen – but couldn’t kill anything worth a damn, and if she did it’d take her well over a minute.

I, on the other hand, have found that splitting somebody’s skull in half with a Great Axe gets the job done in a whole different manner. The point being that in the end, both her target and mine succumbed to our methods one way or the other.

And so it is with the way Wael and I approach our Tease & Denial sessions with her having a very physical approach while I use the mental game and though both methods are worlds apart from one another the end result is the same in that our men always beg to be let out of the session. This week we had the pleasure of hosting the same person on different days in back to back sessions, meaning that he’d see her first followed by a session with me the following day, and in both cases we broke him , albeit for entirely different reasons …

“Stop Teasing Me” – Why Wael’s Submissive Quit

While it’s true that Wael is getting sexier by the month, what with her little 6 pack forming from all the Kettlebell workouts she does and the noticeable tightening of her petite boobs , she still chooses to mostly forego conversation in her sessions in favor of an aggressive cock focused approach where she’s merciless on the denial part of the craft.

With this guy Eric, a tall typically blonde Swede , I had shown up at her condo simply to work on touching up the recent photos I’ve taken of her and her friend. Whilst I was on the computer with my back facing the two , we were talking away – Wael and I – in Thai about food of all things. I tend to always want to eat a bbq buffet when I’m over there and since she has the cooking pot needed to make it we often go over what to buy for our meal at great length so that we can eat for hours later.

Wael was laying beside the guy in bed under the blankets because I had cranked the air conditioner up way too cold for her and this guy was beside her , untied , but with his eyes rolled back in his head like he was in the middle of an exorcism the whole time we were chatting.

Under that blanket she was doing the squeeze game I’ve seen her do in our double mistress sessions , where for upwards of 30 minutes she simply kneads the shaft of the guys cock like she’s making cookie dough. Although I have my doubts when she tells me that by doing so, it triples the amount of cum that releases at the end , it is definitely effective in creating a sore pulsing pain in the balls , the aching kind of pain that won’t go away until quite a few hours after the session. I know that because we’ve gone out as a threesome after some sessions and in each case the dude has had a hard time walking with any normality in his stride.

The second thirty minutes was quiet behind me , save the occasional whimper and stifled scream of frustration as Wael is very reluctant to go from first gear to second gear with any great rush , choosing instead to build the pace of her hand movements the way a snail would build pace.

Teasing to the point of release didn’t actually start until I was well into touching up my fifth photo , a good 75 minutes into the session , and with nary a word being spoken behind me in that whole time, he suddenly burst out crying and begging an hour and twenty minutes into it.

At that point I turned around to watch as I get kind of turned on when guys start begging and it was wholly interesting to see her coercing begs and pleas from this guy while being mostly silent in the session. You’ll see how that is vastly different from my style in a moment, but as I told you earlier, the end result is the same. For just shy of the hour and a half mark he forcefully with his unbound hands pushed her fingers away from his dick and kept saying “stop teasing me please , just stop.”

“Pussy” i said , turning back to the computer.

“I can’t take it , I can’t take the pain” he grimaced as he got out of the bed and hobbled to the bathroom to take a shower – without being told to do so.

“Why pain?” Wael turned to me and asked.

“Blue balls” I told her , and then added “I think it’s the worst pain a man can have.” I think that’s a true statement. I base it on my ballbusting sessions where I get to freely kick a guy in his nards as often and as hard as I want for 2 hours straight … and though the guys I do that to are in serious pain, they all have stated openly that they prefer that kind of pain to the pain a pair of over teased blue balls gives them. I don’t understand why , it just seems so.

After the shower he thanked Wael, hugged her , apologized profusely umpteen times , and then left quickly and quietly – clutching at his groin while he walked out the door. Well done Wael , but when the same dude left my condo the next night, he was clutching something entirely different.

“Stop Teasing Me” – Why My Submissive Guy Quit

When I dedicate myself to something I am wholly relentless. Take for example my Muay Thai which I am now doing five times a week, two hours each session , where I push myself to the point of exhaustion. The video I’ve showed you guys in private doesn’t do justice to how strenuous the work outs are. Though I know I’ll never be a fighter , it doesn’t mean I can’t train as hard as someone who needs his Muay Thai to be good enough to be his occupation.

I have been given this gift of being able to get inside a man’s mind so deeply that the seed of desire that I plant there can linger indefinitely creating a bittersweet lustful madness. Regardless of whether you react boldly , confidently , pragmatically to such an invasion of your senses means nothing to me as I have an answer for all your retorts. Men react to seduction in predictive ways , so much so that listening to you speak is very much like watching teenage Hollywood movie junk nowadays , it’s just different faces with recycled dialogue.

When Swedish boy came to visit me the day after seeing Wael , he did so mere minutes after I had closed the door behind a mid 40’s American man from Texas. Whereas the dude from Austin had brought me a bottle of Chardonnay my Swedish pet had brought me a bottle of Akvavit with two shot glasses , and as both bottles remain unopened in my fridge you can see that the tried and tested methods of men fall harmlessly at my foot.

Throughout the session it was hard to hold back laughter as some of the dialogue was being recycled verbatim.

“Please can I kiss you” said the Austin boy as I straddled him on my sofa while leaning in to him exposing my neck to his lips. “Please can I kiss you” said the Swedish boy as we lay in my bed cheek to cheek with my knee draped over the most sensitive part of his body.

I had let Austin kiss me anywhere he liked so long as he didn’t do so on my lips and he worked himself up into such a fervor before the Teasing even started that his testicles were aching by the time I led him to be restrained to my bed.

But with the Swedish boy , I was overcome with that feeling of dedication I was talking about , as I simply knew with him I could get so deep that I could really fuck this boy’s brain up for quite a while.

Some guys are screaming for a girl like me , we’re so hard to find after all. The ones who scream the loudest I can affect the most and so it was with this one.

“Let me go get the shot glasses for us” … a line he tried when I brought my lips a little uncomfortably close to his and paused smiling. As he tried to roll away from my my hand caught the back of his hair and pulled him right back to the prone position beside me that he was trying to escape from.

“Move again without asking me and you’ll be tied to the bed for the rest of the night, understood?”

“The rest of the night?” he asked quizzically.

“You want to don’t you?”

“Yes. Can I stay?” his voice almost a whisper.

“You’ll belong to me if you do.”

“Please, I want that so much.”

“I know you do” i said while mounting him , my tiny silky panties a mere inch from his mouth. “The question is, what will you offer me for granting you such a favor?”

“Anything.”

I looked up the roof of my condo which could have been the sky , the stars , or the universe , for there is nothing more exciting than when a man says he will do anything for me and truly means it.

“Anything?” I repeated his words while sliding down his body , cupping the flag pole in his pants with my feet and bringing my lips within almost touching distance of his. “Kiss me and you’ll leave immediately, understood?” I instructed in a much more mean tone … all the while moving my feet up and down his flag pole.

I had said the same thing to Austin an hour prior as his attack on my neck often led to a foray towards my lips. An hour separating the two , they both replied with the same question :

“Just once, please.”

My fingernail pierced Austin’s shaft just as much as the heel of my shoe pierced Sweden’s in kind reply.

“Say you love me first.”

“I love you” both replied in tandem , again separated by the tiniest of hours.

At that I fell off both of them , at 6pm collapsing onto my sofa and at 7pm collapsing onto my bed.

“If only it were true” i sighed.

Then again, both replied with the exact same line more or less … “I’d do anything for you” Austin had said while Sweden had replied “I’ll do anything to be your boyfriend.”

When they get that close to throwing their hearts at me it’s a very interesting thing to see what happens when i re-engage their dick’s brain , and in both occasions I suddenly started feverishly pumping them to the point of almost immediate orgasm. To them it’s kind of like Bruce Banner turn into the hulk before their very eyes as I completely change the context of the session right there and then making it an entirely physical thing.

Time and time again I stopped a moment before their release , the length of each burst of my hand being inversely proportional to the number of times I refused them their orgasm. During each pause I’d ask “be specific, what will you do when you say anything?”

No man has an answer at that point, they all repeat the word “anything” as if clueless to what that might entail. If I was a bit of a better actor I’d reply with “say anything again motherfucker, I dare you, I double dare you”

That’s a bit cliche though, I’d rather try for something original like “the path of the horny man is beset on all sides by … girls like me 😛 ”

Remember I told you that those who scream the loudest are in my control the most? I didn’t quite get the feeling from Austin that I had him like pudding in my hand , he was smitten but not overwhelmed so I finished his session by letting him explode all over my ceiling.

Sweden , who was a loud silent screamer got no such relief.

“Anything , for you , means to get dressed right now , walk to my condo door , put on your shoes and without looking back leave and write me once you get home telling me what you would do.”

He stared down at his thing which was beat red and bouncing like a bobble head toy.

“Please, don’t tease me like that” he begged.

“You have 30 seconds or you’ll never get a second session with me.”

“I love you.”

“25”

“Please , fuck.”

“20 , if I reach 0 this is the last 20 seconds you’ll ever see me.”

“Fuck” he yells collecting his shorts and socks as he boots it from my bedroom to the hallway.

“15”

I hear him putting his shoes on cursing to himself.

“Mistress, what the fuck , what the fuck.”

“8 .. 7 .. ”

He stands up facing my door.

“I’m naked behind you” I told him , and then adding “but I told you not to look behind you … 4 … 3 … 2”

“For fuck sakes” he cries. “You’re a fucking tease.”

Then he left, without looking back either .. thankfully because I was indeed fully clothed and he would have added “liar” to his “fucking tease” remark.

I never did get the email I requested though. Normally I would block someone permanently for not following through on my request but I was curious since he had seen both of us within a span of 24 hours to ask him who he’d prefer to see on his next session. His reply was a simply written in one short sentence:

“Neither, you’re both too wonderful for me to handle.”

… and isn’t that what I said at the start , we both kill you in our own different way , but we’re both equally deadly.

xx

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June 12, 2016
Pissing TKO | #3 Top Session in 2015

So how can drinking piss knock someone out cold, unconscious, stiffer than Jimmy Hoffa? The story behind that session is my personal favorite from this year but I’m going to rank it third so you guys get to read the two most sexy ones as numbers one and two. This one was wasn’t sexy at all, but it could have made a good Three Stooges episode.

What’s the recipe for such a disaster? Well you need a hesitant guy first of all, one who pathologically insists that he just wants a little taste of pee, to the tune of 10 times per email …

Hi, Supreme Goddess! I would have sent you a reply earlier but I was worried what to say to you.
For my session i want to make it clear just a little bit of piss please. Not a lot of piss. I just can drink one drop maybe.
Supreme Goddess, please no poo. I cannot handle poo. I can try pee but only a little bit. Just a tiny drop i want to try.
Supreme Goddess, i can make session with you next week if you are ok and can promise only the little drop. Say where.
I look forward to meeting you and excite to see you Supreme Goddess. Andrea

Now I wrote before that in one of my earlier toilet training sessions I had thought it to be extremely important to hold back the pee when delivering the Dairy Queen chocolate Sundae, and I mentioned in a follow up story that I had to be hospitalized for doing so as my kidney got mildly infected from back sucking my pee up while carefully timing the other flow. Now, this session was what I considered to be dangerously close to the day my doctor gave me the all clear and nothing wrong with my kidney any longer, so I was hesitant to do it for him as I pee like a racehorse.

What I needed was somebody with a tiny bladder who drips pee out like saline out of a syringe, one drop at a time. You know who fits that description exactly? Mistress Wael, who has probably the world’s tiniest bladder, so much so that she pees ten to twelve times a night. I slept over one time at her condo and it was enough to drive me crazy with her constant runs to the washroom only to dribble a maximum of five seconds of urine in to the toilet and flush.

The plan was to have me supervise the session and introduce Mistress Wael who was just beginning training under me at the time to her first watersport session. The hell started in trying to get her to pronounce the letter S when I was teaching her a few lines to master like: “I want you to drink my piss” , “Drink my piss now slave” , “I’m going to piss in your mouth, open up”. If you know my language you know we throw out the letter S and replace it with the letter TD mish-mashed together , it’s a grammar thing and like nipple rings on a grandmother, it’s a hard thing to explain. Just understand that Lotus becomes Lotutd. Therefore, piss becomes … pitd. We also can’t pronounce R very well so “I want you to drink my piss” becomes bastardized down to “I want you to ding my pitd”.

So I simplified it down to “Drink my pee” , “I have to pee, open your mouth” , and with a few rehearsals I got her to somewhat sound like a mistress … if they made a Terminator Mistress , she’d qualify for the role let’s put it that way.

Except for some reason when she gets excited, for no apparent reason she can pronounce the S sound like she’s an Accapala singer auditioning for Step Up Part 10 or whatever that franchise is up to now.

While Mr. One Drop was on his way she would bark out “Open Your Mouse, I have to piss.” repeatedly and got herself so worked up she peed about once a minute until he arrived. By the time the dude arrived, chick was out of gas, empty canteen, a dried up river bed, no pee to serve, bar closed. I hadn’t been drinking and the session as I recall was at about 5pm which as you know is an hour or two after I wake up and my after sleep piss deposit had been made. I was as dry as a guy with his dick stuck in a cow milker.

To pass the time we decided to make a video to help her get comfortable with the confidence I needed her to project herself with so I drew up a simple script in my mind and we tried to film it. But all the while the guy, Andrea, kept reminding us that when the time came he would only dare to sample but a single drop or two of her lemon sauce. It was driving us nuts, to the point where we began talking in Thai to one another – jokingly – how we should just break open the damn when the time comes and see his reaction.

Ah, never tempt fate.

For once the video was done we went to the bathroom as Wael announced she had the urge to pee. Now normally I lay the guy down in the shower part of the bathroom, a feat much easier to do in my condo’s bathroom as my master bathroom is much bigger than the single bathroom at Wael’s condo. But since her bathroom is tiny in comparison, and buoyed by the fact the dude wanted but a single drop , I suggested he lay down anywhere on the bathroom floor and we’d tease him for a good long time with Wael perched on his mouth waiting endlessly for the first drop of pee.

Thing is, half an hour later, she hadn’t squeezed out a single drop. The guy was hard as a rock with me playing lightly with his cock, just enough edging to make his cock head pulse by itself but not enough pressure to let him explode. I kept looking and nodding at Wael like “now would be a good time” and she’d shake her head back with her hands on the back of her head all boss like Chewbacca as if to say “it’s gonna take time, a lot of time still.” Flash forward another 10 minutes and we’re close to the end of the allotted session time so this time I make a wristwatch gesture to my arm and told her in Thai to squeeze out on drop and be done with it.

“Cannot” she replied.

So at this point I tell her to take over the edging of his dick while I squat over him and sure enough I can’t squeeze out a single drop either. “I got nothing” I said out loud, and sensing the frustration and near anger in my voice she motions to me to switch back and in her eyes I can see there’s a possibility she might have something in the tank finally.

She mounts him, rocks forward a time or two, and with her hands placed on her thighs for support she winces and finally the floodgates open. Except, it’s the wrong floodgates. She squeezed so hard she blew out the back door of the saloon and with the loudest “pttttffffffff” sound you can envision she let let loose with debris and fart that blew his balls ten feet apart. Instantly, like almost in slow motion as she opened up the brown bomb doors on the guy she realized what she was doing and dove off to the right and screamed “Sorry” as she did.

I must of, at the same time, squeezed his cock out of shock and he ejaculates into the air at the same time he does a rapid sit up. The toilet bowl which extends further over his face and which Wael had been using for balance support intercepts his attempt to get up and with a “thonnnnggg” noise he completely knocks himself out cold smacking his head on the bathroom floor violently.

So violently in fact that we’re both terrified the boy killed himself with liquid poo all over his face. My immediate thoughts are “stage the crime scene, stage the crime scene” as he’s totally not moving and neither she nor I are willing to get close enough to ground zero to check if he’s alive or not. But then I think, “fuck” , in the video camera we have endless footage of Wael saying “open your mouse” shooting the mini movie that the circumstantial evidence will be enough to throw us both in the loony bin for a century or two.

Suddenly he comes to, and jiggles his hands and toes like he’s been cocooned in spider web, his eyes are bug eyed, like I”m talking wide wide open and after a moment or two that felt like eternity he yells … no, check that, he shrieks at the top of his lungs so that I’m sure everybody on the entire floor could hear …

“one drop, i said one drop.”

Jaa xx

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December 28, 2015
Teasing the Boys

[dropcap style=”dropcap2″]I[/dropcap] realize I haven’t done a sexy story in a few weeks and it occurred to me that what might be super hot to you might be something that I don’t even think twice about. And so, in thinking about what to write about after my vacation I considered what I might have done that would drive you nuts and when putting myself in your shoes I realized that pretty much everything I did would have made your balls turn blue and ache.

Starting with my spread, a 5 star private villa with virgin white queen sized beds that were sprinkled with flower pellets every night when I returned home alone at 5am. Given all the unbelievably hot men that clung to me on the dance floor each night it would have been so easy to take one of those hunks back home to turn the tables on them each night. The warm breeze from the beach blowing in through the veiled canopy of the bed would have made my nipples stand up as I straddled these boys letting them see my perky little breasts glimmer in the moonlight.

No, instead I’d collapse tipsy into my pillows and plunge my hand into my soaking wet pussy every night to give myself relief from wanting to fuck those boys silly all night. But that’s not how the game is played at these high levels and it’s fucking torturous not allowing myself to give into what I want. If we were back in Bangkok I’d be going over from which guy would I benefit the most by offering him a hint of my pussy and ass but on vacation there are no such rules to abide by. One by one they’d come to me, each hotter than the one before and one by one I’d give them every indication that I’d be taking them home to fuck until the sun came up.

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Then each one I’d leave holding his dick in his hand on the sidewalk as I’d get in the taxi without even giving so much as a goodbye kiss on the cheek. That’s the discipline. That’s what’s required to ensure that when I do open my legs it’s completely on my terms and never letting a guy forget that those terms require a hell of a lot more than looks.

It’s truly remarkable just how many hoops a guy will jump through when made to do so. It’s equally remarkable how primal fucking can be for men. I lost count of how many guys would pose for selfies with me just so they could get close enough to me long enough to press their rock hard dick onto my ass. Given the two extremes of possible male behavior, I find it fascinating that each male would rather choose to chase the pussy they can’t get instead of taking the girls that are literally willing to suck their cock on the dance floor.

To that end, I don’t know what I’m teaching each guy as the taxi pulls away from the club at 5am leaving them standing there to contemplate what just happened. These are model looking men that each had a handful of girls to choose from yet each of the 5 nights I’d lead them to be stranded at the curb scratching their head. Men want a challenge. I think there is such a dearth of women who play impossible to get well enough that it makes males crave the hunt more than they crave the nasty.

Anyways, enough of the sexy shit. That vacation is done, my next one is on the horizon next month but between now and then are a whole lot of sessions that have to get done. Before I get to those though I want to say that earlier tonight just a few kilometers from my home many people who were innocently going about their lives suddenly in less than a millisecond ceased to exist. It hasn’t been lost on me yet that just a few hours before my taxi passed through that intersection on the way home from the airport. Out of a million things to say I’ll only say this.

The original Mistress Jaa for the longest time had on the first page of this website a message that read : “Be happy, because you never know the future.”

Be happy everybody.

Yours Truly

Jaa² xx

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August 18, 2015
Trading Spaces | Wael & Jaa

“Hello, how old are you?” is the first thing Mistress Wael said to her daughter talking on Skype behind me as I am getting ready for what will probably be the last session I do at this condo I got for her and I.

“Arai wa?” answers her 10 year old daughter which is the English equivilent of “huh?”, and Wael glances up at me with a look that is very much the same facial expression a bank employee would make with a gun to her head after improperly entering the code to the bank’s safe.

“Tell me how old are you please?” she tries again slowing her speech down to the ridiculously slow speed that a foreigner might do ordering a Big Mac in McDonalds in China.

This time silence on the Samsung Tablet as her oldest daughter runs to grab the younger 9 year old daughter to tackle the response together. As they are both off screen Wael, speaking in English to me says, “she’s not in Government school I pay for both to go to higher level Ekkachone school to have better school (education)” and then gives me the best “omg what can I do” look one can possibly make.

Nothing. The next alternative is 200,000 baht a year international school which will actually have an English program that involves teaching and not endless copying. In the 6 months that I have known Wael on a higher level she had never mentioned her two daughters to me or much else about her personal life and I’ve never asked. We have had a working relationship strained by the 10 year age gap between us where the younger person is assisting and tutoring the elder. Fine, except the worldly knowledge gap between us might well be as big as the Grand Canyon.

So the hopelessness behind her question “what can I do?” carried more weight than normal, the older asking the younger for advice in a society where exactly the opposite is mantra stamped into our brains from birth.

This is like someone who has fallen into a volcano and landed with two broken legs on the only patch of rock surrounded by lava looking up and asking “what can I do?” and expecting the voice from above to come up with comforting words and a lifeline.

I got the words “Pii Wael” out of my mouth and was sitting on some comforting words to say to her when she rescued me by interrupting with “I know what to do”

“Really?” i said with more curiosity than a cat who had just popped the lid off of a garbage can. After dropping and shattering the first 40 commandments stumbling down from the mountain I wouldn’t have been more shocked if Moses himself had said “I know what to do” holding onto the last 10.

And then FUCK if she didn’t come up with the most amazing science fiction thought right then and there that I honestly don’t know what else she could have said to have blown me away more.

In Thai she came up with this :

I want to create a society where at birth if born female that gender gets privileges like free international school, free food, and free clothes all provided by the male gender who at birth are required to be castrated.

I’ve never spat up food before laughing until I heard her say that. After my last Salsa class I had danced around the condo showing off my moves for her a little bit before sitting down to read an email that requested a castration session which I told her she could do so I wonder if she got the idea from that?

I mean I’ve started calling her Mistress Angel Wael because she has such innocent thoughts that only maybe Bambi would have more of, so to hear her say something like that is truly great.

“Pii Wael” I began again after she finished her conversation, “we have to talk about the condo.” I said in a cautious way similar to how one might dip her toe in a swimming pool to test the temperature of the water.

Cautiously because we were about to talk about issues that I thought were beyond her scope of thinking. This is a girl that had resigned herself a few years ago to living in a broken down room half the size of a prison cell because her Thai boyfriend had abandoned her and her kids, and had the bank not only foreclose on her tiny house but seized her bank account for three years from his choice to pay the whiskey bottle rather than the mortgage. I told you in my Fatal Attraction story that I have this medieval image in my mind that I’m hoping an artist creates for me which addresses this problem, it’s all too familiar of a story of village life.

My clients, and by that association, her clients deserve as close to a 5 star experience when coming for sessions which means the condo we work out of must look the part. To get that feel I chose a newly built condo without the amenities that I enjoy like a gym, a swimming pool, a garden and went for a very convenient and safe location with a 5 star look to it.

Those who follow me closely have known for a while that I’ve been searching for a new much more luxurious condo closer to the heart of the city where my clients stay and as of September 1st I’ll be moving from my On Nut condo finally at the age of 28 to live in a super sweet 2 bedroom condo much closer to the heart of Sukhumvit. Which leaves the question that needed to be discussed with Mistress Wael, what do we do with the On Nut condo that I’ve rented for her to stay in, the place we’ve done our sessions for the past year?

This is ‘shit or get off the pot’ time for Mistress Wael as she has to choose whether she wants to go back to being a cook in the hotel for 12 hours a day making 20,000 baht a month or make that in a week doing her Tease & Denial Massage sessions which she has built up a very loyal and ever growing clientele for. I know her desire would be to take the safer impoverished way as that’s what has been taught to her since childhood. I shed myself of that shit way of thinking living oversees and ever since I’ve come back I’ve had this “fuck this shit” attitude that can’t be helped. I’ve been to Oz Auntie Em and fuck the ruby slippers, I didn’t wanna go back home.

Mistress Wael decided to engage her entrepreneurial side and will be doing her Tease & Denial Massage sessions from the same condo or double mistress sessions from mine. I’m so happy that she chose to do so, my responsibility now is to profile her more on my website because she certainly pleases the older demographic of people who send session requests.

On my side I just need to give part of my new penthouse condo a seductive bdsm theme, and then get an elite Lady Boy to join the team.

The new condo is a few minutes walk from any hotel if you have chosen to stay on Sukhumvit Rd. while Wael’s condo is still 12 minutes away. All the place needs is for September to roll around so I can move in and add a little bit of sexy to the place 🙂

jaa² xx

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August 15, 2015
Tease & Denial Games | “20”

What if, in your Tease & Denial session, we took the onus of controlling your ejaculation out of my hands and put it instead into yours? Mistress Wael’s Tease & Denial game “20” is going to train you to have such lasting power that the next time you bang your wife or girlfriend she’s gonna feel hotter than a freshly fucked fox in a forest.

I’ve adopted the game into some of my Tease & Denial sessions, but credit has to go to her for not just playing the game but perfecting it to the point where guys routinely scream or cry and ladders are needed to get the cum off the ceiling. Now the screaming, that comes from the orgasm part but the crying … ah that comes from you recognizing the futility of the mathematical equation that is working against you which is :

The Chance of You Reaching 20 is inversely proportional to the length of time your Tease & Denial session has lasted.

Thus the crying, or what I call the cry box, that point where you not only realize the futility of the game as you come to terms with the fact that your chance to reach orgasm has long since passed by, but also caused by the realization that you most likely will be leaving the session with a massive set of blue balls. Your chance to reach orgasm, which you are allowed to do if and only if you can last until either me or Wael has counted to 20 is at its highest when we begin. Each edging, which you are responsible for calling if you think you will ejaculate before we’ve reached “20” dramatically reduces the amount of time you will last on the subsequent count. So if you managed to almost make it but had to call out STOP at 18, it is quite likely that the next time we begin you will reach ejaculation at 15 and will have to call out STOP much sooner than the previous attempt.

With each attempt thereafter falling further and further away from 20 you’ll find that you’ll be calling upon some sort of superhuman effort from within to push the Tease & Denial needle back the other way. Those superhuman efforts start at around the 45 minute mark in the Tease & Denial session, give or take a few mins on either side.

They begin escalating as well and might well work if not for our second enforced rule of the game and that is : you are not allowed to move, wince, blink, twitch or make a sound during the count. You need to focus stone faced upon my eyes or Mistress Wael’s eyes without movement which goes a long way at keeping the Hulk locked up inside you … for the time being.

The frustration mounts though. In this video I’ve cut together some of the attempts from the 45 minute mark to the 1 hour and 15 minute mark in Mistress Wael’s Tease & Denial 20 session.

Most “opt out” somewhere around the 1 hour and 15 minute mark, begging, pleading through tears for a release and an end to the game. This is why the stat on the Tease & Denial tab of this website’s home page states that only 30% of all men are capable of lasting the entire 2 hours or reaching 20, whichever comes first. For arguments sake, lets say you do survive and manage to count to 20 in that 2nd hour of your session giving you the waterfall release you so desperately were hoping for. What then?

Then in your next Tease & Denial session your goal will be to count to “30”.

After that? I dunno, we’ve never had somebody make it to 30 yet, those are uncharted Tease & Denial waters.

Jaa xx

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June 20, 2015
Tease & Denial Massage | 4K Baht

Mistress Wael will be doing my sessions this week as I am on vacation from Tuesday June 2nd to Friday June 5th inclusive as I continue on my 2015 world tour of Indonesia and Turkey next month.

Wael’s bdsm session is at a reduced rate while I’m gone, so from the 2nd to the 5th you can see her for 5,000.

Her specialty session is her Tease & Denial Massage session. It doesn’t involve bdsm at all, it is you and her and the 2 hours you have to survive her Tease & Denial edging.

Tease & Denial Oil Massage

2 hours : 4,000 baht

You can either try her Tease & Denial straight massage which is agonizingly relaxing …

or you can try her Tease & Denial game “20” which is both the most exciting and the most frustrating 2 hours you’ll have in your life.

Whichever you choose, you’ll have fun. Enjoy … ’til I get back from Bali.

I’ll be writing and doing sessions again Saturday evening ok 🙂

Jaa xx

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June 2, 2015
Tease & Denial | A Client’s Story

Getting men to beg me, submit to me, and worship me isn’t the problem, the problem is getting them to write about it afterwards. I’ve been told many times that you guys feel shameful after losing control to me. Just so, but why deny a feeling that powerful? Write about it, embrace it, come back and see where it leads you the next time you see me. At least one guy finally wrote about his session with me …

Minutes, hours. Does it even matter? What matters was the excruciating denial that I was being put through. It was torture, it was painful but somehow it was exquisitely pleasurable. I have no understanding why but what I do know is that I definitely do not want it to end.

It was confusing but I wanted more needed more no matter how torturous it would be. Because the delicious pleasure that I was receiving would always outweigh what my mental and physical state was going through.

I was on all fours on the bed, body shaking, arms and knees trembling at holding this doggy position for gods know how long, but it wasn’t the tiredness that was causing this. No, it wasn’t, it was my Goddess Jaa. A delicious minx of unspeakable beauty that has me wrapped around her little finger. I have no idea how I became this addicted to her, she has taken my tiny spark of submissiveness that I did not know I even had and blew it into a flame that engulfed me.

I was left in a constant of arousal with no relief and she has taken that and used it to fuel my submissiveness to such a degree that I was losing track of who I was. As she said the previous night, I was being shaped, broken down and moulded into what she wanted me to be. A servant, slave, something to be used for her and her only.

I shuddered again as I felt her finger slide down from the base to the tip of my twitching hard-on. The constant denying of release has cause my straining dick to turn a shade of purple, it felt unbelievably hard and was extremely sensitive. I let out a longing moan, when I felt her finger leaving contact. Oh my god, oh my god don’t stop don’t ahhh.

Her thumb and index had circled around the base and had given a light squeeze, my body jerked and I grunted in pleasure. I was too lost in this pain and this pleasure, I could not tell which was which but I only knew that I did not want it to end. I did not trust myself to say anything as I did not even know if I still had the mental capacity to make sentences much less words. Oh god, she reduced me t-to this animal! I felt like a cow that was in the hands of a very capable milker, in this instance, a very beautiful one.
I gasped again as I felt her fingernail traced the veins that were around my erection, my gaze was focused onto a pair of opened-toe heels in front of me. Given the option, I would have placed my lips on it immediately but I knew better. She would not want me to do that. The view given to me and the sensations I was feeling was just adding on to my lust and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. H-how did it come to this?

If anyone were to walk into the room right now, they would have been introduced to a scene, a scene so ridiculous that they would have to go out, give their eyes a rub and come back in again.

A grown man, on all fours; naked and staring at a pair of heels that was placed right in front of him. Like a dog who had a ball placed in front of it and was told to stay. Locked in position at the edge of the bed, except for the tremors running across his body and the frequent moans and grunts of frustration.
And the other occupant in the room was a girl. A girl that was sitting comfortably in a chair reading a magazine, with hers long legs rested on top the man’s back like a foot-rest. With one hand flicking through the pages and the other nonchalantly placed along the man’s erection.

But no matter how absurd the sight, one thing was clear and that was status of the two occupants in the room. The male? Virtually none. The female was the matter of importance, she was the one in control. It was not the actions she did that made her stand out but the manner she did it in, completely at ease while the male beside her was tense and nervous. The indifference to his suffering, giving his straining member casual strokes not for his pleasure but his torment.

Not giving any attention to him but receiving his full devotion. The problem was not how much she changed him but that she was not done yet. No, she was definitely not done yet. To Jaa, it was only just the beginning.

My body bucked again as I felt her fingers and I thought about the first encounter with this Goddess Jaa… I wished it would never end.

He is completely correct, it’s not the actions it’s the manner in which I control you, play with you, and then discard you. Or maybe perhaps keep you. You just don’t know do you?

Jaa xx

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May 28, 2015
Wild Tease Ends a Wild Week

Well, it hasn’t been an uneventful week that’s for sure.

From talking guys at an all night dance party into letting me ink my name on their body, to making a girl so mad at a second Kao San Rd. dance club that security had to drag her out of the place screaming, my night life was all fun and games and pretty much normal nights out for me. It’s the sessions that have been the roller coaster lately, from new urethral sounding sessions that were a first for me to wanting to bash a guys balls in with a nail spiked hammer for wasting my time, my emotions have been up and down.

The two lives are a bit related, i’m thinking if I write about it you’ll see how there is a little bit of this devilish Femdom Goddess in me in everything I do both inside and outside of my sessions. You see, ever since I was a really young girl I’ve always gotten a kick out of making boys do things for me that they would never expect they’d do. Childish things like making a boy in my class kiss my foot and getting me food for free at lunch time, or sending guys to go get things for me, making them carry my bags or books between classes. It amused me that not only were submissive guys willing to do anything for me but that there were so many of them to play with.

But just as a weigh scale needs an equal opposite weight to balance itself out, I did as well, and even though I flirted with these early bdsm experiences teasing and torturing many many boys from the age of 12 and up, my counter balance was my boyfriend. Playing with boys minds like that was like reaching out over a boat to touch the fishes but having somebody hold my hand strongly to pull me back in after i was done looking. My boyfriend was my rock, the one that let me explore who I was becoming by keeping me grounded in reality and wrapped in security. For eight long years from age 14 to 22 when i left to live on the other side of the ocean he was my one true love and I was loyal to him without question. I had a lot of fun because my emotions never got too far out of whack, i always knew that I had somebody who was devoted to me and there for me so I felt secure in finding out who I was as I grew older.

Having a man behind me like that, so loyal, so loving, so supportive, makes all of life’s problems that it likes to throw at me much ado about nothing. If life with him was like being on a freighter boat cutting through stormy ocean waters, life without him after living 1000’s of miles from home has been like managing the same ocean on a sailboat.

As it is, I sail pretty good on my own. Why did I leave him after coming back from abroad? I guess ocean freighters while being secure only have one destination ahead of them and you know where that boat is going to end up. I haven’t yet seen the Galapagos Islands but i imagine that there’s a lot of sail boats there and not so many ocean freighters. Same goes for seeing Alaska, travelling down the coast of Peru, or maneuvering through the Marshall Islands, all these places that I want to see require a sailboat.

Doesn’t have to be a one girl sailboat either, but i need a man who is adventurous as I am. A guy who has stood on top of Machu Pichu is more likely to get me to choose him than a guy who stands in line at Starbucks more often.

That being said, right now it is a one girl sailboat, and weeks like i just had that run my emotions fully from peak to valley make me think about the safety of that love I once had.

This penthouse that i do my sessions in has over 100 toys of which I’ve used about 90% of, but there has always been the 10% that I’ve never considered using, the urethral sounding tubes being part of that group I’ve never touched, until this week. What i thought was going to be a 2 hour session of torture and painful insertion actually turned out to be quite sexy and definitely something I want to do again soon. I’m not saying I want to be a nurse anytime soon, i’m just saying that shoving a foot long tube into a guys dick is a little bit of a thrill.

Just as much of a thrill is getting my name written or even better yet, tattooed on guys bodies. At the concert I attended last week I got about 10 guys who were hot after me to let me ink my name on their bodies with a Henna non-permanent tattoo, and just off the high of doing that the next day I got an email asking me to be a key holder again for a guy into long term chastity who wanted also to have my name tattooed on his body. So my gay graphic designer best friend and I sat and designed something I thought would look cool and booked time at a premium tattoo shop.

So it goes without saying that I was really pissed off when he closed his phone and left my sms and emails unanswered on the day of the session. There isn’t a week that goes by that reinforces my motto that is written on my Line Timeline … Life is Full of Fake People, and this guy just added himself to the list of hopeless men that I’ve come across. Yesterday I had a guy come to live out his toilet training fantasy and got scared at the last minute while under my ass. I have mountains more respect for him than the other guy for at least trying. I’d like to think that guys dick is locked up for a good year but i’d bet his $200 chastity is buried in a drawer under his mother’s smelly underwear.

From that failed session I wanted a release of my frustration so I went dancing again, this time at Kao San Road with my friends who are still into hot young guys so I tagged along for fun. Hey, there’s nothing wrong with having a hot young guy for a lover, but other than using his dick and hot body for an hour there’s nothing else I need from a guy like that. Do I need a lover at the moment? Meh, depends how long it takes the guy I’m into to help me get my Twitter to 1000 followers lol.

So at the club one hot guy keeps checking me out on the dance floor and when his girlfriend caught him she slapped him upside his face Italian style, it was beautiful. But then she started giving me these nasty looks all the time that started to spoil my mood and when she waddled her fat little body to the washroom I figured it was payback time. I drifted over to her boyfriend and gave him the ‘come here’ motion with my finger and looked at him over my shoulder shaking the world’s most perfect ass at his face. I turned, pressed up against him, went up on my toes moving my lips past his neck to his chin and an inch from his lips I turned and pressed my ass into him grabbing him by his hands and I let him dirty dance with me.

I moved his hands to my breasts and gave him my neck making sure to rub my ass right into his swollen cock. He lost control and began kissing me passionately on my neck just as his girlfriend came plopping back to the dance floor to see her boy totally lost in my body.

This time she hit him. Hard too, as I stepped out of the way smiling. Then she turned to me and yelled at me so viciously that everybody around stopped dancing and paused to look. There was a lull in the music and I used that to say back to her “if he is really your man then why were his hands all over me, maybe look at your rolls of fat for your answer”, and she lost it, she snapped. When she lunged at me it was like watching a fight movie where a guy gets hit in the face in slow motion, you know … where you see the blubber on the face jiggle back and forth absorbing the impact of the punch? … ya that was her except it was her stomach that was blobbing back and forth in slow motion. She was shrieking like a hyena when two security guys came and subdued her and asked her to step outside to get away from me.

The funniest moment however came when her boyfriend didn’t follow her and stood glancing from me to her trying to choose if that was the moment he’d leave her and pursue me as his other option. I made it easy for him, ‘shoo-shooing’ him with my hand to follow her and going back to my girlfriends for the rest of the night.

Got home at 7am and did a shitty job briefly answering as many emails as I could, then confirming time of the session for later that day and passing out finally on my bed.

My afternoon session, well really let’s call it evening session because I don’t wake up every day until 3 or 4 in the afternoon, and the only reason I started this session at 5pm rather than my usual start time of 6 or 7pm is that he wanted 4 straight hours of tease & denial until he would be brought to tears.

4 hours, fuck. One thing I have to change in my fees section of this website is to remind you guys that 4 hour sessions more or less refer to “session & dinner” or “session and going out after” and not 4 straight hours of rubbing you dick up and down. Yes I have over 100 bdsm toys in my condo. Even so, I run out of ideas at the two hour mark most days if I’m doing the session by myself. That’s why even though she’s not greatly experienced yet, I highly recommend Mistress Wael in my emails to guys asking for 3 or 4 hour sessions. Long before she met me she was a Tease & Denial specialist, she just didn’t know it yet before meeting me again. I wrote about her before in this story, and her tease & denial intro video is making her popular.

So after waking up at three in the afternoon and spending an extra long time in the shower I met her at Terminal 21 for breakfast. Yes 4pm is breakfast time for me each day. We discussed how to handle this guy and his 4 hours and we agreed to keep the session the same as we’ve done before, I begin with my 2 hour version of teasing which is highly seductive and by the time the guy’s face is redder than a radish Wael comes in and gives him her cool-down massage and tease keeping him relaxed and and on edge for the final 2 hours.

This time though, I wanted to be there for the ending mostly because the last guy she said screamed so loudly when he came the walls shook and I can’t have people thinking we’re doing exorcisms in the room. So a little bit of facesitting at the right moment would at least dampen the noise. I say dampen instead of drowning out the noise because my pussy is actually very tiny and quite a bit of sound does escape still … but not enough for the neighboring condo to hear 555

What I did that was interesting to me in the session was addressing his request that “everything be clean” and then stating again once in every email “i like ass worship but I don’t like the smell of a dirty ass”

Now, if I give you my ass to worship, it is entirely up to you whether or not you choose to smell. Agree? So we filmed him worshiping my ass in what looks to be a very mild ass worship part of the session. Mild meaning I usually suffocate you by sitting on your face so you cannot breathe while I play with your dick and only give you time for a breath or two so you don’t pass out on me during the tease. This time however I was just on my hands and knees doggy style, grabbing him by his hair and pushing his nose into my ass … covered with these panties from hell that was saturated in both her pussy and my foot smell.

I should use this technique to teach guys how to suck a pussy because the guy kissed everywhere on my ass except for the part directly covering my hole.

Like most guys who pray at the alter of ass perfection for too long, he was crazy horny and I had to give one of the most delicate, soft hand teases that I’ve ever had to give to keep the guy from exploding all over himself.

Wael comes into the room after 2 hours hearing him say nothing but “please, please, please” for 100 times in a row.

I didn’t leave though. Sometimes, not always, but on occasion, I like to stay on the couch here beside the bed and partly play on the computer and partly watch and laugh every time he cries out for mercy and it’s not me doing the teasing.

I love the look of hopelessness in the guys eye as he looks over to me 1 meter away as if I’m going to get up and take care of his misery for him. Quite the opposite, the worse the look the more I laugh as to me there is nothing better in this world than hearing a man in agony.

This guy, I gotta admit I felt sorry for him a bit, he wasn’t one of the guys writing me literally demanding the amount of orgasms he will get in a Tease & Denial session. Those guys I fucking torture mercilessly and often let them leave hanging with their balls so blue they can’t hardly walk out the door. Like, what part of Denial didn’t you get in the word Tease & Denial when you emailed me?

I have 4 guys i’m controlling through email domination that are literally praying for June 1st to come so they can have an orgasm finally. I’m holding 3 keys until August, September, and December respectively that control those guys next orgasm. What makes you think you can email me and dictate how many “shots” you get thinking i’ll oblige you? haha , it’s like sticking your head in a lions mouth asking him to scratch your nose itch. Wrong!

As the end of the 4th hour drew near, I got up from the computer and got the saran wrap off the desk and proceeded to wrap his mouth and chin with it, leaving only his nose exposed. I took off my panties … mine, not my sister’s, that would be Wrong! also, and I sat on top of his mouth sliding what Wael calls my pink diamond pussy over his covered mouth with his nose left smelling my ass.

Maybe the walls didn’t shake, that would be going too far. But the bed sure as hell did. Violently.

And wouldn’t you know it, the wrap and my pussy managed to stifle all of his scream. Now we just have to figure out how to get the cum off the ceiling. haha. See , it’s the little experiences like that i would never of had if I wasn’t on my own little sailboat.

Jaa xx

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May 27, 2015
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 …

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.

Not 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.

Backward 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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April 30, 2015