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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
What’s Eating Mistress Wael’s Grape?

All men in general have this shared fantasy about finding a perfectly innocent yet somewhat homely looking girl that no other man has discovered yet , who is like a diamond in the rough – for when polished with the right makeup , new clothes , alluring hairstyle , she suddenly blossoms into a stunning princess before their eyes. Then of course they’ll take such rare pristine beauty and bang the hell out of her much the same way a cat pisses on a dumpster to claim it’s territory, but hey that’s men for ya.

Such a girl exists , in fact she’s standing right behind me as I write this , blow drying her hair to look pretty for our two hours of Muay Thai downstairs. Hmm, I should have said ‘perfectly innocent yet somewhat naive’ in the sentence above.

I’m somewhat jealous of Mistress Wael’s naive quality , it allows her to see the world through rose colored glasses still and the fact that she can be 36 years old and still see everything as being wonderful and believes all people to be good makes me both smile for her while simultaneously wanting to Clockwork Orange her eyes open.

It mustn’t happen very often over where you guys live to find someone who constantly makes you slap your forehead, bury your face in your palms, or laugh out loud so hard that tears roll down your face. Yet in these parts I’d say less than one per cent are operating their minds with something other than a hamster on a wheel , and with Wael I ashamedly admit that I’ve been the one trying to upgrade her at first getting her running with a Commodore 64 , then an Atari chip and so on until now she’s aware that both Apple and Microsoft are evil and that the truly self-aware folk are running Linux on a Tor onion routing network.

I caution that she’s ‘aware’ but still runs into the blue screen of death quite frequently , and i’m working on that , it just takes time. This story is based on our back to back double mistress session that we shared two nights ago where I saw her default to the blue screen of death in mid session – twice – and it took me half the night to get what happened , and in fact I had one of those moments where one sits up in bed in the middle of the night finally remembering a word that was on the tip of the tongue yet a mile a way just a few hours ago.

I had asked her to come take a video of my Muay Thai lesson that afternoon as it was to be my first day of sparring and not drilling as I had been doing previously for two months. Having seen my Facebook posts about how my training has progressed the past three months other girls in true Thai copycat fashion have begun posting videos of themselves suddenly picking up the sport. I’m an evil Facebook bitch and I really get off on driving mindless hens to cluck madly about why things work out for me and not for them.

The recipe of stacking my FB friend’s list with super hot models , posting photos from being abroad , getting likes and comments from said models on videos of me doing unheard of things like kickboxing , all creates a wave of jealousy and confusion so great that I’ve gotten no less than ten other hating hens to take up the sport to get noticed. I personally don’t give a rats ass in hell if I ever meet another model (well it’d be nice) as I have way more fun stirring the soup of hatred.

The ones who haven’t swallowed enough sperm yet (god knows they die trying though) to get a foreigner retaliate either with similar copycat videos or resort to the time tested but true accusation of unpatriotically using English to coerce ‘Likes’ out of cute men. Those chicks who have replaced their blood with semen parade their ‘look how much money I got my boyfriend to send me” photos or ones of their latest gold purchase. It’s really lame stuff I know , but if you consider for a moment that there are 30 million such Facebook accounts dedicated to the sole purpose of bickering over which one of them scored the biggest sucker … which is from the pool of you guys … well , does the word General Custard ring a bell?

But I digress, the purpose of Wael coming over was to catch me fluently sparring with my trainer , which failed hard. I learned within one minute that while three months of training has gotten me some nice shoulder muscles sprouting , it’s done absolutely nothing in actually learning how to freestyle fight. So she snapped all kinds of video which I can share to you privately if we know one another and while looking at it up in my condo two emails came in successively confirming two double mistress sessions for that evening.

My trainer had dedicated the last 15 minutes of my two hour session to introducing Wael to Muay Thai and while she can somehow handle an hour of fighting men on the mats in Jiu Jitsu class , that fifteen minutes of kicking and punching wiped her out so much that she fell asleep as soon as she finished showering and laid down on my super soft bed. Cute, but it was a bit of a problem as she wasn’t wearing anything remotely sexy , well obviously since she came to train , and time was running too thin for her to zip back to her On Nut condo , change and come back.

Luckily, it’s been her inspiration of late to shrink her previously 60kg body down to 50kg so that she can fit into my jean shorts which I’ve left at her condo since January. Meaning, though it’s still a bit of a stretch to do so , she can now (barely) make it into my clothes so I started scrounging through my closet to find something sexy yet stretchy enough for her to wear.

6pm rolls around and while non of my clothes were becoming to her at all we had managed to find a loose fitting black see through negligee that I used to wear which made her look sexy enough … it’s just that she couldn’t stop picking at her pussy because my panties were way too small and the ones she had worn were not an option being a flat 0 out of 10 in terms of sexiness.

“Stop touching your pussy” I told her as I went downstairs to get the French dude waiting in the lobby.

French dudes, fuck. I bite my tongue pretty well when writing these recollections of my sessions as I know the good comes with the bad but over time it all evens itself out so saying something mean would suggest I’m focusing on one specific person. Mais non, c’est ne pas le verite. I’ve never been to France but my vision of it , based on my experience here with French dudes, is that daily there are sixty six million people commuting but unable to get to where they’re going to because they have absolutely no sense of direction. Truth.

Since January I’ve had a total of 8 people get lost trying to find my condo , even though it’s basically impossible to get lost as it’s one minute from Nana bts station. Every single guy who’s gotten himself lost for hours … French.

Except this guy, I surmise because though he is French he was black skinned and I find most black men are gifted with enough street smarts that they can find my condo without hassle.

So we get back to my condo and Wael who was still struggling with my panties riding up her crack just stops cold when she sees him as if time had been frozen. I think not just Thai’s but Asisan’s in general lose their mind when they are forced to communicate closely with someone of a darker color than us.

I had the luxury of attending school abroad where our group was so ethnically diversified that it not only washed the Asian part of me away but I grew to love and embrace people of different ethnic backgrounds , but it was clear from the time freeze that Wael was caught in that this dude was the first black person she had come face to face with. Consider that even though she is technically from Chiang Rai , her home is so far out in the boonies that the only black people she’s ever seen have been on television.

After sending him scurrying off to the bathroom to shower I asked her if she’s ok with things and she said yes while confessing that she’s never seen a black guy naked.

“Neither have I” I admitted and when she asked me shyly “is it true” while gesturing a with her hands a penis size appropriate for a small dinosaur I laughed back “we’ll see in a moment won’t we.”

Once he finished the shower and stepped into my bedroom where things were about to get sexy I glanced over to Wael where once again she was caught in another time freeze , this time with jaw so gaping wide that bees could have built a beehive inside.

This is where experience in the bedroom comes in because you see , I’ve seen well over 1000 guys naked and I’ve seen them all … fat, skinny, hairy , smooth, albino, black, brown, whatever. Same goes for dick size and shape, at this point a guy’s tool is just a piece of meat to me. Wael on the other hand has seen a fraction of what I’ve seen so things still shock her. In this case, what was befuddling her was this guys unusual body hair.

He looked like he had a sea of the world’s smallest affro curls covering his body from head to toe, each one curled so tightly into a ball that you could rest a ping pong paddle anywhere on his body and it wouldn’t touch his skin.

Wael excuses herself from the room and while I’m talking to him , getting him to relax into the sound of my sexy voice , there’s clanging going on in my kitchen outside. Moments later she comes back with an Aerosol spray can , all my candles and a book of matches.

“…the fuck are you doing?” I asked her in Thai.

“We have to burn it off first, no?” she asks.

“What the hair? You want to carpet bomb his body in fire Game of Thrones style?”

“Yes.”

She answered ‘yes’ so truthfully and with such innocence that I couldn’t contain myself from laughing hysterically. There was no malice or ill will in her action , she simply intended to do for this person the kind service of removing his hair.

That’s the thing about Wael. She does not have the ability to think an unkind thought , nor does she ever do something with an alternate motive , she simply serves, helps, and teases the hell out of guys for the purest of all reasons … that teasing brings enjoyment and she exists to help others.

She is the most altruistic person I’ve ever met and my fear for her is that it’s going to get her hurt one of these days.

The world through my eyes has been tainted and for the most part I see humans as an evil infestation , a species with such a disproportionate ratio of those who seek to be self indulgent and reckless vesus those who wish to better the planet that it’s pointless to attempt to do good. It’s why I support animals , they’re actions are pure.

Two hours later he stumbles out the door clutching his balls just as much as Wael is clutching at my panties and we clean the condo and toys in preparation for the next session about to arrive shortly. He’s an older gentleman, 50’ish though he looks easily like he’s still in his early 40’s and as older men are apt to do , he’s totally smitten by Wael and less so by me. It’s his third session with her but it was the first time I’ve seen him which again isn’t uncommon as older men much prefer her to me … I just wasn’t sure as to why … well this session gave me my answer.

Fast forward towards the end of the first hour where I’m straddling Mark’s neck with his arms and legs spread-eagle’d on the bed and tied down quite securely. We both play this game frequently where we let the submissive guy touch , smell , or taste a part of us that he covets , but he is forbidden to lick, suck, bite or move his mouth or hands in any manner whatsoever. In this case I had placed his hand over the top of my lingerie where he could feel my perky nipple between his fingers.

If he wants to advance in the game and sample other goodies he must first show that his hand can remain motionless while Wael is slowly bringing him closer and closer to a climax , but skillfully easing off each time. One twitch, one quiver, one false squeeze of the fingers while my clothed nipple lays between them spells not only an immediate end to the game , but beckons punishment and severely reduces the chance either of us will give him the release he is begging for nearer to the end of the session.

Luckily for him he passes the test with flying colors and just as I am about to move up over his face Wael gets up and gestures that she wants to do the face sitting part of the session. Now, the last time I actually worked together with Wael was a little over a month and a half ago. The month of May had me attending weddings in two different cities , flying to Bali for 10 days thereafter, and spending the final week up in Chiang Mai so there was a good 5-6 week period where Wael was handling all the sessions solo.

In all previous sessions together, she’s masterfully controlled the man’s orgasm while I’ve dealt with playing with the man’s mind , cuddling and coddling all of them cheek to cheek, finding out what their truest deepest fantasy is and finding how much of their soul they’ll sell to share that fantasy with us.

So to have her put the cart before the horse so to speak by switching roles was somewhat surprising but we always bounce ideas off one another and go with the flow trusting one another so we traded off.

Just as I do before smothering his face with her panties she looks down at him saying, “don’t move, don’t lick, don’t suck, don’t do anything or else.”

All is going according to plan. I’ve focused on running my fingers along the shaft of his cock , up and around the circumference of the head, and then with a squirt of oil pulling his shaft taunt and squeezing hard along the base waiting for his dick to swell up and try to thrust the cum out by itself. That tactic is more or less always accompanied by the man moaning or begging , and to be honest I’m so used to hearing “a” sound at that moment it went right over my head that the moaning I heard sounded a hell of a lot like a girl moaning.

Once again I pull the skin of his cock up high so it covers his head and while pressing in with my thumb hard against his cock shaft my left hand rubs oil into the bottom of his balls in a circular motion slowly at first and then increasingly faster so his testicles begin to warm up … but the cum has nowhere to go as it’s being blocked by the pressure of my thumb on the vein that allows the cum to release upwards.

Once again this tactic is met with the thrusting of the hips upwards and load moaning , but this time when I heard her moan I looked back over my shoulder to see what was going on with this guy from the neck up.

Her lips are quivering and she’s trying to squeak out “don’t move, don’t lick” warnings but her eyes are rolled to the back of her head and her nails have dug themselves so far into his nipples that he’s kicking his feet from the pain of it.

I lean over far to my left to get a better view of what he’s doing by looking at his jaw line from under her thigh and sure enough it’s moving rapidly. Then it hits me why this guy and all the other guys are faithfully hers , and it’s because they can get her off by sucking through her panties, a feat that stopped working on me and any other girl when we’re … oh … 16yo maybe. There it is though, she hasn’t had any lovers, any sex, any boyfriends to give her some sort of release from foreplay and facesitting gives her a long desired orgasm.

Fuck, if a guy even so much made his lips quiver while in that position his balls would remember a pain so intense that it’d haunt him for the rest of his days. In fact, the last guy to try that got to wear my cactus plant on his balls one second thereafter and howled so loud I’m sure people living in the condo across the street heard him. The original Mistress Jaa would bend down and firmly bite down on the guys dick if they moved making sure she left a semi-permanent mark on the sensitive part of his head for his failure to follow instructions.

I felt like I needed to act as her boss at the end of the session and tell her to be more strict in making her submissive’s follow her instructions. Right after he left I was about to discuss the session with her but when I closed the door and turned around I noticed right away just how far my tiny panties were rolled up straddling her pussy. Her pussy lips looked like they had devoured my panties completely and the back end of them was so far up her ass crack that she had to use her index finger to scoop it out.

So I asked her , “what did he do to you?”

She answers back in Thai what translates to “he blew on my grape.”

“Your grape?”

“He made it so hot by blowing on it with his cheeks , and then …” she paused looking shyly to the floor.

“and then?” i begged her to continue, wanting her to say it so badly.

“He ate my grape.”

I collapsed onto the sofa with laughter. She sat down beside me innocent as an angel and asked “why you laugh?”

“and did you like having your grape eaten?”

“Amazing” she gasped.

“How many times has somebody eaten your grape?”

“Not first time. Four maybe five times now.”

I had wanted to scold her on how to make sure she is in complete control , to not let any man betray her order , yada yada yada. But since she’s like me and practices being thoroughly safe it occurred to me that at her age, mid thirties, I don’t think anyone has ever sucked her grape with panties off lol.

I’m way to shy to ask her if that’s so , but is it strange to say that the day somebody does , I hope it’s in session and I hope I’m there to see it happen.

xx

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June 6, 2016
Time off in March | Mass Hysteria !!

There’s a total protonic reversal going on in the upcoming month of March.

That’s right, you heard me, I’m talking Old Testament, real wrath of God type stuff.

Fire and brimstone coming down from the skies! Rivers and seas boiling! Two weddings back to back ! A one week long session ! Dogs and cats living together !

Mass Hysteria !!!

It had to happen right? What with Einstein’s theory of relativity finally proven to be true last week, we now know that it’s possible to bend time and space. That’s what’s happening here, how else could so many once in an era events be taking place so close to one another in March? Isn’t it clear? What’s happened is that space and time have folded upon itself , converging on a particular point in the month of March. How else could one explain both of my last two friend’s weddings falling within the same week?

Then as time re-expands, what was surely meant to be a 2 hour session got stretched as the elasticity of space returns to cover it’s normal measurement and the session time got stretched with it to now cover a one week period of time. Bizarre n’est pas?

My whole building is a huge super-conductive antenna that was designed and built expressly for the purpose of pulling in and concentrating sexual turbulence. Your goddess lives in the corner penthouse of Dick Central.

So as a result of this disturbance in the space time continuum , I’m announcing that I won’t be booking any sessions in March from the 7th to the 13th and then again from the 18th to the 27th.

Anybody who is in desperate need of a focused, non-terminal repeating orgasm, or a Class Five full-roaming cumshot (real nasty one, too!) can go ahead and book Mistress Wael. Send her a form request below.

And there you go , that’s my best attempt at making an “i’m busy in March” post seem amusing.

…and seriously, they’re remaking Ghostbusters? How does one hope to top that which is already perfect? Dan … Dan … Dan … (shakes head disapprovingly)

kha xx

February 23, 2016
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
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?”

“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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June 28, 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
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
Aggressive Negotiations for a BJ
When it comes to sexy bdsm wrestling sessions, jiu jitsu mistress Wael is my secret weapon. However I may have to pull out something top secret for my next session because suddenly sucking cock is on the table. We both went all in, he wins Wael and I have to get dirty knees, on the other hand if we win, he’s getting fucked with the biggest dildo I have, we call it Dino Dick.

Before you break your finger scrolling to the session booking form think for a second. Do you think i would consent to sucking dick that easily?

“Sun Tzu — ‘Every battle is won before it’s ever fought.”

I’ve studied the Art of War. So trust me, by the time he leaves, his ass will feel like he experienced Jurassic Park in 4D … “it feels so real”.

Permítanme explicar las negociaciones:

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- He has to win 10 times to be victorious , Wael and I only twice.
- We’re allowed to squeeze, kick, bite, twist, punch, gouge the testicles freely.
- Triangle chokes, Arm Triangle chokes, Rear Naked chokes, Baseball Bat chokes are all legal in rounds with Wael, not with me.
- No breaks between rounds.
- A tap out counts as a pin. Licking pussy does not count as a tap out lol.
- We’re allowed to bite nipples he’s not.
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So let’s take a look at how the negotiations went down in our sms conversation before hand :

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Aggressive negotiations indeed.

Epilogue

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Sorry to disappoint you, but you won’t be seeing any blowjob videos anytime soon, we won 10-2 and he couldn’t walk for a week thereafter. One thing about wrestling is it really gets my blood pumping and it makes me fuck extra hard, extra long. Wael had to gag him to stop his screams.

It’s hard, very hard to keep your balls away from my claws 10 times in a row and to the guy who eventually does keep his balls safe … well they’ll name a breakfast cereal after him called Shredded Nuts.

Jaa xx

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May 9, 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