Category: Toilet Training

  • Shit Feeding , No Training : No Mercy.

    Shit Feeding , No Training : No Mercy.

    I’ve had exactly four slaves this year actually follow through with eating my shit for the hefty price tag of 20,000 baht.   Every single one of them has consumed my entire load with nary a complaint nor a drop spilled !!!

    So take THAT – Mistress Wael and your carefully planned training regiment 🙂  Whereas your slaves develop into perfectly functioning toilets mine come fully functional right out of the box !!

    Obviously I’m just poking fun at her , she truly is awesome in the way she chooses to feed her slaves.

    However I do have something going for me that neither she nor any other Mistress in Asia or Europe has.

    I quite simply have THE hottest ass of any Dominatrix currently working today.

     

    shit feeding ass view

     

    As Mistress Wael has developed as a Mistress I’ve had to give way to her taking pretty much all the face sitting sessions from me.  Yes , I’ll concede that her extreme smothering is something I cannot replicate.  My ass is just too curved, too tight and I’m too tiny by comparison.

    The only thing extreme about my face sitting style is how long slaves want to eat my ass without stopping.

    I’d have to put myself in your shoes to guess properly , but I’d wager that its every man’s dream to have a woman with a perfectly shaped ass sit on his face.   N’est pas?

    For certain I can testify to this : whenever I hover over a slave’s face , take off my panties, and begin squatting down – I don’t even need to touch the guys’ cock , it’ll be a raging bouncing red rock by the time my ass hits his mouth.

     

    Now I’ve known for ages and ages that slave’s who’ve been under me have secretly craved to have me push them well beyond their limits.

    I’ve known this because there has not been one occasion that I’ve accidentally farted in a slave’s mouth and had him complain.  Not once !

    Which brings me to Jim who was a curiosity to me as he wasn’t a long time slave of mine and actually had no intentions of expanding the scope of his session parameters – which were to be face sitting and nothing more.

     

     

     

    Jim showed up in the lobby yesterday and as all slaves are , was dumbfounded at first sight of me – probably because I was wearing my shortest jean shorts and had my t-shirt wrapped up in a cowgirl knot which exposed my whole torso region.

    That and maybe the ‘clack-clack-clack’ of my high heels as I sauntered across the lobby floor towards him.

    “Ok, lay down on the floor , let’s get started” I said to him immediately once I was within voice range and he though he took me seriously he wasn’t into public humiliation as he was suddenly drawn back and stuttered “h-h-here?”

    Just a little thing I do sometimes to put the man quickly on his heels , it gives me power right from the first second.

    I don’t do it all the time, just when my own first visual impression puts me on my heels – either by how gorgeous the guy is (rarely!) or by how imposing he looks which was the case here.  The man was a 6’4″ tower of an individual.

    Oh and he had that stubble like rough beard-like chin that sends shivers down my spine – in a good way.  So ya , needed to knock the boy down a few notches right from the get-go.

     

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    This condo has a heavy table – its not my style and I’m thinking of asking the landlady to have it replaced as its presence is foreboding , however its thick steel (iron?) legs do serve as a great natural thing to secure a slave’s arms or feet to.

    In this case I chose to have my slaves hands bound to it so that he was spread eagled with his arms far above his head.

    I only had to move the sofa with my ass in a few feet to get the legs of it to match where his feet were dangling on the floor and I promptly secured those as well and when I was done my slave looked like a perfectly drawn X on the floor with his hands and feet drawn out wide.

     

    From that point I chose to do a slow strip tease.  You know I was going to use J.Lo music or some upbeat dance club music to dance to as I did it but as I opened the YouTube app on my TV the suggested playlist had traditional Thai music in the first few selection spots – that being from me making Green Thai Curry for myself the other day (err – I bought it from 7Eleven but the music enhanced the taste!)

    So ya, I strip teased down to my bra and panties doing my impression of a traditional dance , albeit ten times more sexy I gathered from the raging hard on my moves had summoned.

    It’s not often that tall thick dudes are hung down below , its usually an inverse relationship to be frank but Jim was impressive to say the least.  His short khakis could hardly contain the bulge and so I let it out and slid both his pants and undies off in one swift pull.

    Then , mostly to amuse myself, I squatted right down on top of his tower , pressing my panties where my pussy would be right down on the tip of his dick and bounced there for a while until I got some pre-cum leakage out of him.

    “Horny already huh?” I said gazing deeply into his eyes.

    “You have no idea” he replied and I threw my hair back and laughed.  Then I dropped my chin as I always do when I’m about to do something menacing and looked at him with “my look” that I give when I’m about to fuck a guy’s brain up.

    The ‘look’ – you can see :35 seconds into the June 19th post on my Loyalfans … and then tell me that wouldn’t melt you instantly lol.

     

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    ‘Menacing’ in this case involved me grabbing his cock with both hands like it was a stripper’s dancing pole , then swinging around on it much like a stripper would , so that my ass was directly over his face.

    “oh my god” he whispered.

    “No” I giggled looking back over my shoulder and down at him, “that isn’t oh-my-god worthy – this is….” and I pulled my panties down to my ankles giving him a view of my cute pinkness that very few ever get to see.

    “holy shit” he said.

    “Do you want to find out if it’s holy or not?” I chuckled as my ass lowered onto his face causing an eclipse of my pussy.

     

    One of the reasons I’ve had to resort to tying slaves down for any face sitting I might do with them is that they’d clutch onto my thigh so hard that I felt like I was being sucked into a black hole.

    I’m not even exaggerating either, the force they’d pull my asshole down onto their tongue was Avenger like.

    There’s also the problem of deep exploration , meaning , them trying to dig for oil with their tongue which was entirely possible given the downward pull onto their tongue by the hands.

    Now, with nothing to assist them, it feels like a gentle tongue massage, albeit an endless one if I were to never say the word Stop!

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    So Jim was licking and sucking away and much to his surprise I began to fart regularly , almost with every lip smacking suck of his down there.

    At first they were innocent little warning farts , but sure enough they morphed into air raid sirens – long continuous blasts of ever poisonous gas.   The only reaction the ever-longer farts would produce would be the kicking of his heels on the floor and the further stiffening of his cock.

    Truly, by the 10th fart his cock was waving in the wind like the Jolly Roger atop a pirate ship.

    I looked down at him after giving him a bit of respite and warned him “if you keep sucking like that, you’re going to get more than you bargained for.”

    “Yes Mistress” he gasped back up at me, followed by “fuck it, I want it , do it , just do it.”

    At that point , its kind of like a game of cat and mouse , right?  There’s a steep step up from the 7k baht he was ready to pay to the 20k he was about to about to pay.  Such a decision needs to be coerced.

     

    Thus, my attention started focusing on his cock as I leaned all the way down and started blowing just under the head as I began to stroke it gently with my thumb in the same area.

    That has the effect of raising my asshole off his mouth , making him have to crank his head all the way up like he’s doing a very painful half sit up to reach my asshole.

    After a few seconds I could feel his stomach muscles convulsing at trying to hold the position with his tongue stuck in my ass like they were magnetically connected somehow.

    So I’d stroke his cock harder and begin to push out with my ass.  Not enough to have any shit come out mind you , just enough for his tongue to sense the opening of my asshole, however slightly.

    “I’m warning you” I gasped back at him.  A fake gasp for sure, but men do react to breathless gasps more than they do endless chit chat.

    He reacted by sitting up even more , now with his stomach quivering uncontrollably from the pain of holding such an arduous static position and endeavored to lick even harder.

    The harder he licked the more I’d encourage him to keep doing so by pumping his cock with ever increasing forcefulness.

     

     

    “If it comes out, one – it’s 20k you owe me and two – you’re eating every single last drop and so help you if even one brown molecule lands on my pristinely clean floor, understood?”

    “Please” is all he whispered back.

    “Then open your mouth wide and beg me officially , tell me exactly what you want.”

    “Please unload in my mouth Mistress” he said, now with his eyes as wide as saucers , his mind lost in his own fantasy that was spinning deeply out of control.

    And with that I slowly sat down with my asshole right over his gaping mouth , bending ever so slightly forward so as to give him a tiny space with which to sniff in enough air to survive what was about to happen next.

     

    shit in mouth mistress

     

    Now, I’m light.  So for men , when I sit with full weight upon their face – or more to the point – their mouth , they can easily support me without any cause for struggle.   I think that is what makes the experience so intimate when I feed like this.

    It’s like – well remember those old glass bottles of Coca Cola that you’d guzzle down on a hot summer’s day?

    When you’d reach the last gulp your head would be tilted back and with the bottle pointed straight down and your lips sucking for that last gulp of deliciousness , right?

    Also, being so tight and tiny – talkin’ about my ass now – my hole doesn’t expand very much when I shit.  So perhaps its akin to crawling upside down under a Dairy Queen soft ice cream dispenser and sucking away?

    I don’t know, I’ve never done that.  I have however almost gotten myself fired down in Sydney when the boss of the pizza shop I was working in came downstairs to find me in that same upside down position under the cheese grater machine.

    But that spout was far bigger, and I had been letting the cheese fall into my mouth so there wasn’t any suckage going on, per se.

    Ah, good times.

    Boss said , and I remember this clearly, “I don’t know whether to fire you or fuck you” as he looked at my body half bent over upside down on the large dough machine pot – my legs spread wide open for balance and dangling in the air.  lol.

    It looked like a fun thing to do at the time ok.

    Relax , he neither fired me nor fucked me.  I was his best friend at playing Scrabble.  I never said no to a game as it was helping my English vocabulary along and we’d play all weekend long once the pizzas were made.

    Anyways, I’ve digressed from the story haha, where was I?

     

    panty pussy scat

     

    Ah yes, feeding time.

    I follow Mistress Wael’s method of feeding – neither of us are into building poop mountains on top of a slave’s mouth.  Our shit is too precious for that and thus it must all be consumed.

    The only way to ensure that is to painstakingly push a bit out and break it off and have the damn remaining  half-turd suck itself back inside.

    Now.  There’s a trick to doing this so that the slave swallows with little to no complaint , no matter how awful it may taste.

    Tugging on the cock multiple times opens the slave’s throat much the same way a draw gate opens at a castle.  So the trick is to let a manageable chunk into the slaves mouth and then tug continuously until I hear that tiny gasp of air signaling the throat is clear.

    Then I’ll deposit a bit more and tug on the cock a bit more , being careful with every bite served that the volcano might erupt.

     

    By the time I had served the last half of the last log Jim was struggling mightily.

    His eyes had that look of bewilderment , perhaps like the first time one gets high and sees the molecules of every object around us beating as one collective consciousness – that kind of overwhelmed feeling.

    Jim’s mouth , as chocolate stained as it was has stopped chewing all together, he just laid there motionless as if he were in shock.

    “Finish it” I exclaimed, laughing at him.

    He shook his head as if to say he had had enough and was way in above his head.  I know that head shake, I’ve seen it every single time that I’ve fed so far.  Remember, none of my slaves have gone through any sort of proper training the way Mistress Wael prepares her slaves.

    No, this is akin to waking up one morning and deciding to run a Marathon , only to reach the 40th kilometer and realize just how truly fucked that decision had put you in.

     

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    Not only is it their first time having shit in their mouth, it’s their first time swallowing it.  I don’t offer shit ‘n spit like Wael does, so they definitely need to cross that 42km finish line they signed up for.

    Which, needs encouragement sometimes.  Said encouragement comes in form of an ultimatum.

    I’ll start pumping their cock for real as I kneel down beside their hip.  I did this for Jim just as I have done it for numerous others.  I’m introducing a frightening race against the clock to the finish line.

    To Jim I said “I’m going to make you cum inside of one minute” and I made him glance down at how masterfully I was playing with his cock , so much so that I made his eyes roll to the back of his head and made him moan instantly.

    “And if you haven’t swallowed by the time you cum” I continued , “its going to taste one million times worse after I drain all the sexual energy from your body, do I make myself clear?

     

    Jim began chewing and in doing so his face looked exactly like someone wolfing down the last bite at a hot dog eating contest.

    Only, folks finishing off hot dogs don’t moan like they’re about to have an orgasm.  Fuck though, now that I think about it – I have an idea of how to make those disgusting hot dog eating contests SO much more fun and entertaining with a bit of cock play.

    There’s a certain hell that comes with the moment where you’re doing the absolute most disgusting thing you’ve ever done in your life … all the while experiencing one of the biggest orgasms of your life.

    That’s the conundrum I try to present as I try to time the last swallow with the greatest explosion of cum they’ve ever produced.

    Jim’s eruption , for example, landed just under his neck on his first shot.  Then I made sure I squeezed the fuck out of his cock so that the second and third shots were just as propelling.

     

    And then.  Now this has only happened with Jim and one other fellow , and its truly remarkable to see and hear …

    As I massaged his balls with my left hand and slowly squeezed in slow focused strokes the last 0unce of cum from his balls I whispered to him “let it out Jim , let me know how much of a loser you feel like right now.”

    It took a moment, but in due time he began by shedding a tear and then a few seconds later he began sobbing at himself.

    I stood over him.  My legs spread.  With my thumb and forefinger I spread my pussy for him , that he had to blink away the tears to see.

    “And to think , you chose to eat my shit over my pussy.  What WERE you thinking?” I said , making sure I put stress on the word ‘were.’

    He just sobbed.

    “Well I’m going to go clean my ass in the toilet and take a shower.  I’ll let you out of your ropes when I’m done.”

    And again he began to whimper.

    Damn, that was a nice long 20 minute shower.  I even made myself cum thinking about how I had just made yet another slave do something he never thought he’d ever do.

    You’d have to be a Mistress to understand how incredibly horny that can make me.

    Alas, you’re not a Mistress.  So you’ll just have to live with being the one who helped me cum in the shower.  Oh come on, you know you want to try.

     

    Mistress Jaa

     

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    Looking to book a session?   Fill out the form or send one of us an email and in it be very descriptive about what you would like for a session, where you’re from, what your name is, and when you would like to meet.

    If you decide to fill out the form, double check that you’ve typed in your email address properly cuz guess what?  If you fuck that up, I can’t get back to you, end of story.  It’s shocking how many guys can’t spell their own email address.

    Mistress Wael is available from 1pm until 10pm every day, while I am available at either 7pm or 10pm Monday – Thursday and 4pm on Friday’s.

    1 hour sessions are 5k baht while 2 hours are 7k.

    Human Toilet Training with Mistress Wael is 15k and with me it’s 20k.

    With Mistress Wael sessions are outcalls at your hotel, house or condo and with me they are held here at my condo.

    Check out our Fees & Bookings page for all the information you need to know for booking your session with us.

    Mistress Jaa[email protected]

    Mistress Wael : [email protected]

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    seo for shit feeding.  did you know shit feeding is something i just started doing lately.  shit feeding was Mistress Wael’s thing.  Now shit feeding is “our’ thing.

    if you’re gonna do shit feeding, then shit feeding has to be done right.  shit feeding should be sexy.  shit feeding should be coerced.  shit feeding should be erotic.

    shit feeding should never be messy.  shit feeding should mean they eat it all.  shit feeding is empowering.  shit feeding is fucking fun too.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

  • Human Toilet Training | Level 1 | Mistress Wael

    Human Toilet Training | Level 1 | Mistress Wael

    Talking about my Human Toilet Training method is easier because now I can show you with video what I’m doing  … and explain to you here why I’m doing it.

    Before you ask – What is level 1 ?  Maybe the better question to ask is “Why do I have different levels of human toilet training in the first place?”   So let’s start with that.

     

    When you watch slave’s in scat videos … it is like you are watching a professional hockey or baseball player and thinking you can jump into the tv and do the exact same thing.

    You don’t see the years of practice.  The weight training.  The discipline.  You just think “oh he hit a home run … I can do that in a professional baseball game.”

    Then you go swing and miss the ball 1000 times in a row.  Right?

    And THAT is why I have levels.

     

     

    Especially for something like being taught how to be a human toilet.  That takes time and levels of being comfortable with falling into the hole I am leading you down.

    Are you married or do you have a girlfriend?  Let me ask you this.  How many times did she make you kneel down between her legs while she took a shit?  I’m betting 0 , right?

    What’s it like to do that?  Humiliating , yes?

    The smell would be awful at first , correct?

    Would you be able to look at her the same way after she laughed at you?  Or would she be able to look at you the same way after she used you like that?  Would you be respected?

    You see … that is the great thing about being a Mistress.  You don’t need my respect and I don’t need yours.  You just need to obey and I need to dominate.  It’s a much simpler relationship.

     

    I am a lifestyle Mistress.  I crave 24/7 slaves.

    Why?  Because with a full time slave I can slowly but surely convince him that all his life before serving me was meaningless.  I can make him never want to go back to anything he thought was normal.

    With the slave I shot with during covid …  every single time I had to go take a shit I would demand he come and sit in the room with me.

    If we were at Mistress Jaa’s condo then he would have to go sit in the bathroom with her as well when she took a shit.

    It just became a new habit for him.

    At first he hated it.  Then eventually he got used to it.  After some time he even started to enjoy it.  And when I say some time I mean like a year after.  That is how long it takes to break a man’s mind of who he thought he was in the past … and the things he thought he liked.

     

     

    Once he was comfortable with the smell I one day took him by his hair and pushed him down between my legs and played with his hair while I took a shit.

    I would pet him like a baby.  All men love that feeling of a Mistress playing with their hair … with the head in our laps.

    At first … being that close to my shit … hearing it come out of my ass and being so very close to the smell was something so awful he wanted to pull his head away.

    But of course I would never let him do that.  That is why it is important to pet him like a dog.  He is being trained when I do that.

     

    He was never allowed to speak.  Only allowed to say “Thank You Mistress Wael” every time I pushed some more shit out of my ass and he heard it plop in the water below his nose.

    After a while he even got comfortable being that close , the smell didn’t bother him and he didn’t feel so humiliated.

    So that is when I slowly introduced the next level down the rabbit hole … to almost touch my shit every day by wiping and spraying my ass.

    I told him to wipe my ass as clean as I would wipe it myself.  And I told him to be proud of himself when it was perfectly cleaned … by him.

    We would do the kiss test.  I would stand up and bend over spreading my ass cheeks.  He would kiss my clean asshole and again say “Thank You Mistress Wael.”

     

    flushed human toilet slave

     

    These levels take less and less time to get through.  You can see already even in level 1 there are levels inside of level 1 to get used to.

    I read one Mistress’s story that she would make the slave bathe in a tub of her shit and he’d have to sit in it for hours.

    Do you see the difference between her way and my way?  To the slave , having to do that for her must feel disgusting.  Revolting.

    The way I do it … the slave is willingly falling into each level and loving it more and more.

    What I am doing is teaching him to crave the next level.  The same way that I crave having a 24/7 slave instead of a 2 hour session slave.  Understand?

    It’s psychological warfare.  And I’m winning every battle of the war.

     

    The final level inside of level 1 is to actually come in physical contact with my shit.

    Doesn’t sound like a big step but it is.  Smelling is not the same as touching.  Touching is not the same feeling, jut like feeling is not the same as wearing.

    If that was the case we would never buy any clothes , we would be fine with touching dresses and leaving the store empty handed.

    My closet is full of clothes I never wear.  Why did I buy them then?  Because I loved the feel of the dress or the pantyhose.

    I loved the feel of my Mistress Leather Boots more than I loved the smell of them.  Understand?

    Same goes for Human Toilet Training.

    Once the slave is comfortable with the smell then obviously the next step is the feel.

    So like you see in this video , I will simply wipe my ass and stick the dirty toilet paper all over his face.

    Making sure I put the last piece right on his cool puckered lips.

     

     

    I can tell you this from experience.  All new toilet slaves quiver when I first put it on their lips.

    They try not to show it.  But inside their body is trembling.   They are struggling to show me they are okay with wearing my shit on their face.

    And that’s ok.  Like I said … these levels take time to get used to.

    You are probably sitting there imagining how you would react, right?  But let me ask you this.  As you close your eyes and imagine this kind of session with me … what kind of shit are you imagining?

    The hard , brown dry kind, right?

    Ya maybe on day one if you are lucky that is the kind of shit you get to wear on your face.

    But what about the day that it is loose, yellow and runny?  You didn’t imagine that did you?

    You didn’t imagine trying not to breathe in too heavy … because the dirty wet toilet paper I stuffed in your nose would be sucked into your throat if you did breathe for air too hard.

    Of course you didn’t imagine the wet brown water running on your lip.  Making you think to keep your lips tightly closed so none of it gets in.

    Oh baby.  Don’t worry about that.  It will all get in.  Eventually haha.

     

     

    To get through all those mini levels inside of just level 1 … it took my slave a year to not only get used to me doing all that to him but to want to do it for me … to impress me.

    And that is what I mean by crave.

    I cannot get a slave to crave to serve me in just a 2 hour session.  But when they live with me … their job becomes something they endure … so they can quickly get back and serve me.

    Their life becomes a distraction.

    I’m like the VR multiverse they want to live in permanently.   But they can’t.  They need to go earn money for me, so they can serve me longer.

    And down down down the rabbit hole they go.   Or should I say , toilet hole  🙂

     

    Mistress Wael

    [email protected]

    Full versions of the Human Toilet Training Videos in this story can be purchased on my Yezzclips store page.

    Want to chat with me and see all my videos?  Then join my Loyalfans femdom blog !!!

     

     

    Book A Session

    Looking to book a session?   Fill out the form or send one of us an email and in it be very descriptive about what you would like for a session, where you’re from, what your name is, and when you would like to meet.

    If you decide to fill out the form, double check that you’ve typed in your email address properly cuz guess what?  If you fuck that up, I can’t get back to you, end of story.  It’s shocking how many guys can’t spell their own email address.

    Mistress Wael is available from 1pm until 10pm every day, while I am available at either 7pm or 10pm Monday – Thursday and 4pm on Friday’s.

    1 hour sessions are 5k baht while 2 hours are 7k.

    Human Toilet Training with Mistress Wael is 15k and with me it’s 20k.

    With Mistress Wael sessions are outcalls at your hotel, house or condo and with me they are held here at my condo.

    Check out our Fees & Bookings page for all the information you need to know for booking your session with us.

    Mistress Jaa[email protected]

    Mistress Wael : [email protected]

     

     

  • Eat my Shit

    Eat my Shit

    Eat my shit , because fuck it … if you can’t beat ’em , join ’em , isn’t that how the saying goes?

     

    After struggling to make it to the 1st of each month and not get kicked out of my condo for not being able to pay the rent … and doing so by quite literally surviving on 10 cent Mama soup and $1 rice and eggs after its been reduced to clear after midnight I must say I’ve turned a jealous eye towards Mistress Wael lately.

    tablet-mistress-waelJust today she came to drop off a few of my dildos she had borrowed while I was away , arriving on her newly purchased $2000 motorcycle before puttering off to her 5 star gym.  She has her 5pm booking with her personal trainer who she’s booked for the month for a cool $750 which is $250 more than the personal trainier I used to pay for … you know, back in the day when I was having two sessions a day , every day.   *Checks the calendar , yup March 11th, 2020 was the last time I had two sessions in one day.

    In her bag is her newly purchased Samsung tablet which sits beside her brand new gym outfit.

    And that’s just all the stuff she’s bought this week , never mind last week or the week before that.  The girl is making serious bank is what I’m trying to say.

     

    All because she is the de facto , uncontested , #1 Scat feeding Mistress in … not just Asia , but the whole fucking planet.

    Her videos are as legendary as they are expensive.

    And so , even though I’ve long since had a policy where I only feed my most loyal of slaves my shit , and even then only after many months of constant servitude , I’m now throwing my ass into the shit feeding fetish as well.

    Yes , you can book me to eat the shit out of my ass.  However, I have a set of strict rules and policies for doing so.

     

    hottest-ass-Mistress-JaaI have , unquestionably the hottest ass and body of any Mistress in Asia.  It’s not even particularly close – the gap between me and whomever is #2 in my country is laughably large.

    Eating from my ass should come at an absolute premium.  It’s like eating the finest Persian caviar from the richest restaurant in Monte Carlo.   As such , you’re going to pay for the privilege of eating my shit the same you’d pay for said caviar.

    We’re talking $20,000 baht for the shit feeding session.  No more, no less and here are the rules that come with the session.

     

    One, the session lasts as long as it takes to feed you.  Given that I’m a healthy girl who eats but once a day – after midnight when the rice and eggs go on sale , I shit but once a day and whenever that might be , I honestly have no idea.

    So if it takes 24 hours to feed you , that’s how long the session will be.  Don’t rejoice just yet though, there’s more.

     

    Two , while waiting to be fed you’ll be chained to the toilet in my bathroom and fuck if I hear even one noise out of your soon to be shit filled mouth your hole will be gagged with my dirty panties and sealed with duct tape covering your lips.

    No fucking noise.  Not a peep.

    I’ll go about my business totally ignoring you … you are a toilet after all , and when was the last time you heard your toilet bowl make a sound?  Never, exactly.

     

     

     

     

     

    Three, when its time to use you … there will be no spillage.  I’m copying Mistress Wael’s technique on this one as she too doesn’t permit any spillage whatsoever.

    You’ll be fed slowly and expected to swallow immediately.

    If there is any mess leftover , you’re licking it up , your sanitizing my floor and scrubbing it until it’s once again shiny.

    Mistress Wael has her 5 levels of toilet training , from beginner to expert.

    If you are anything less than an expert , go see her for your training.  Once able to quickly and fully consume … only then will you be permitted to see me.

    Those are my terms and conditions, they are non-negotiable.

     

     

     

     

     

     

    human toilet slavery bangkok mistress jaaLooking through my gmail inbox I constantly see emails saying the same thing over and over addressed to Mistress Wael:

    “I’ve never seen anyone make scat feeding videos like you Mistress Wael , and trust me – I’ve seen 1000’s , nobody but nobody makes videos so sexy yet so panic inducing as you do.”

     

    I’m looking forward to getting emails addressed to me saying:

    “I’ve never eaten shit from such a gorgeous Mistress and trust me, I know every Mistress who feeds shit , nobody’s ass or body is as close to as gorgeous as yours, it was a pleasure to eat from the most elite of asses in the world.”

    It’ll be my pleasure to feed you boys.

    I look forward to placing my asshole over your mouth.  Now be a good little toilet and fill out the form below.

     

    Mistress Jaa

     

     

     

     

     

     

    Book A Session

    Looking to book a session?   Send one of us an email and in it be very descriptive about what you would like for a session, where you’re from, what your name is, and when you would like to meet.

    Mistress Wael is available from 1pm until 10pm every day, while I am available at either 7pm or 10pm Monday – Thursday and 4pm on Friday’s.

    1 hour sessions are 5k baht while 2 hours are 7k.

    Human Toilet Training with Mistress Wael is 15k and with me it’s 20k.

    With Mistress Wael sessions are outcalls at your hotel, house or condo and with me they are held here at my condo.

    Mistress Jaa[email protected]

    Mistress Wael : [email protected]

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    ignore this part, it’s for page ranking ” eat my shit ” as the keyword

    so eat my shit has to appear many times.  eat my shit should be the name of my new restaurant.

    Eat my Shit would have no waiters as per a typical restaurant.

    eat my shit would instead have female “servers” like me.

    eat my shit would not have tables like a normal restaurant, instead, eat my shit would have toilets in lieu of tables

    eat my shit would have eat my shit subliminal signs all throughout the place.  you’d be subliminally encouraged to eat my shit

    or your servers shit.  i’d have each server say eat my shit just before sitting down to feed you.

    eat my shit would have a menu option to be fed multiple times .. by different servers.  That alone would distinguish eat my shit from other restaurants not named eat my shit.

    ok do you think that’s enough clever usage of the phrase eat my shit ?  will eat my shit rank as high as the other stories?  or will eat my shit languish on page 2?

    only time will tell.  until then, eat my shit.

     

     

     

     

  • The Imperfect Slave |  Mistress Wael

    The Imperfect Slave | Mistress Wael

    “Find a need ,  and fill it” …  is  what Mistress Jaa likes to say to me.

    I think I found a need.   But is it only me who thinks the way I do about it?

     

    Every golden shower  video I  study  …  every toilet slave video I study  …  and in every anal pegging video  –  the slave is a perfect slave.   It  is like the slave made the video for himself  to  show off  how good  he can swallow anything or how  loose  his  ass is already.

    I can tell you for sure 90% of my sessions are not like that.   Me?  I love the “terrible high pitched screaming” like he says in Jaws …

     

     

    If  I  get an email and the ‘slave’ is confidant and loves to show off all his experience I almost never book him.

    I am looking for the beginner slave.    The slave who is  shy and scared  or  not sure he wants to do  it  but he “has to know” and will say to me  “Mistress Wael I  have to try I have no choice.”

     

    Do you know why I like a  slave  like  that to sample my  fart,  my  pee,  my poo  and  my  strap  on?

    Because I love the kicking,  the screaming , the struggling ,  the choking and the begging me to stop.

    I  love to see a slave jump  out  from under me  and put his head in  the toilet  to spit  out  … and then drink  the water  in  the  toilet to clean  his mouth.

     

    nose_in_assWhen a slave sleeps over or I stay overnight at his hotel  … he sleeps with his nose  in  my ass  … and I try not to laugh but I get so excited  when I have to fart and I know he will hate it.

    I feel I had an amazing session when the slave begs me to stop.

    And the best feeling is seeing the slave come back to see me again after he failed in the  first  session ,  because he is addicted to humiliation.

     

    Because I love humiliation I am not surprised when I giggle so often.

    When men struggle , I love my session even more.

    I  don’t  know why I am like this?   But i know I’m bored watching “perfect” fart videos,  or “perfect” toilet training videos.

    So the thing I want to have and promote the most  …  because no Mistress does it  … is to have a collection of videos about beginner toilet slaves  …  who are learning but are not close to perfect.

     

    The fun is in teaching.

    Who likes somebody that is perfect all the time  … at something almost nobody else can do.

    Does not make sense right?

     

    Mistress Wael

     

    Book A Session

    Looking to book a session?  You can either email us :

    Mistress Jaa[email protected]

    Mistress Wael : [email protected]

    Or fill out the form below.  Don’t forget to check out my Loyalfans femdom blog , or Mistress Wael’s Loyalfans blog its a great way to get to know more about us through our photos , videos and daily stories.

     

     

  • Toilet Training my Slaves | Mistress Wael

    Toilet Training my Slaves | Mistress Wael

    I got the idea of how to Toilet Train my submissive slaves from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.

    No …  not throw you into a bathroom of snakes  … that was Raiders of the Lost Ark.

    I’m talking about the 3 paths Indiana Jones had to pass to get the Holy Grail.

     

    I thought … I should give my slaves 3 paths to cross to get my Holy Grail.   My poo.

    So let’s compare the 3 paths from the movie to my 3 paths …  and  you will see why both tests are the same.

     

    The Penitent Man

    The first test should cut out every slave who does not have the right attitude to eat from my ass.

    In the temple the first test said “only the penitent man shall pass.”

    Or … be humble before God … bend the knee to worship.

     

    https://youtu.be/MxPdqbmYi8U

     

    I will never book a slave who is crazy about poo and is not penitent about his fetish.

    This kind of guy will cover his body and swim in his poo.   Not who I am looking for at all.

    I want the man who one time had a young girl sit on his face and laugh at him when he was young and in school.

    That kind of guy remembered her laugh  … and remembered the smell of her ass.

    And it stick with  him all his life.

    Now he is a adult and wants his Mistress … somebody dominant … to take him by his hair and push his face into her ass.  It is his dream to worship the ass of  his Mistress.

    To me …  that means he has to worship my ass and anythhing that comes  out  of it.

    And I don’t care if he enjoys it or  not.

    He must be penitent to me and thank me for letting him worship my ass anyway I want.

    A slave like this will be nervous.  But he will be excited at the same time.

    He will be silent and pass through all my levels quietly from his knees … like a penitent man should.

    Then , in time , he will find his holy grail.

     

    The Word of God(dess)

    “Proceed in the footsteps of the word”

    Goddess in Latin is : Dea

    Three letters  … 3 steps.

    In the movie Indiana had to step on each letter to pass to the next letter.

    And so must you pass through my 3 steps.

    In step one you must show me … with no noise … that you can survive when I facesit on you and my ass smells bad.

    That means no licking, no sucking, no kissing my asshole.

    I have the same rule for my nipple tease, and my pussy tease.  Only the disciplined man may pass.

    I hate femdom videos where the man says “Thank You Mistress”  100 times.  I don’t need you to speak.  If I want you to speak I will tell you to speak.

    Be silent and smell.  I  have spoken.

     

     

    In step two you will show me can swalllow my fart with no complain.

    No noise.

    No kicking.

    No gagging.

    Also, this is important because you will learn how to make a seal with your mouth on my asshole.   When I fart I don’t want it to make a noise.   Just go from my ass to your stomach.  Perfect slilence.

    Because this is the only way I give you the Holy Grail  …  with a perfect seal of your mouth on my ass.

    Let me  ask you something.   When you finish  take  a shit …  is  the shit in the  toilet or all over  the floor?   Exactly.  Learn to be a toilet by swallowing my fart and you can move to the next step.

    In step three you will swallow my pee.

    Silently.  Thankfully.  With no mess.

    And  no gagging!!!!  Seriously,  if you gag on my pee, do you  really  think  you  are ready for  my  poo?

    Unfortunately a lot of my slaves fail like the guy you see on my Twitter post.   Like him, many will never graduate to the next level.  And that is ok.

    Sometimes  you  think  the session will  be just  like  your fantasy.   That …. is why you fail

     

     

    You are close to the holy grail.

    Let me tell  you  a  secret.   I use the toilet in my bathroom 3  times  a day.   When I flsuh  …  it never throws my poo back  up on the floor.  Never.

    To be my perfect toilet slave  …  you too must learn to never gag.

    So you must pass my last step … get used to the taste of your dinner.

    And don’t lick like a dog.  At Terminal 21 the fancy toilet has a spray that cleans my ass.  I want your tongue to be like that.   Quick and clean.   No noise.

    Again … I really hate noise.   I don’t like the slave who makes noise.  Any noise will be punished.  You won’t make a second noise … once you feel the punishment.  That I guarantee.

    Some make it this far.  Not everybody.  But some.

    They are ready for the final path.

     

    The Path of God(dess)

    “Only a leap from the Lion’s Head will he prove his worth”

    It’s a leap of faith.

    You must believe you can do it.

    toilet slave bobbing for applesIn  the movie Indiana could not see the path.  It was invisible.   He had to step into the abyss before he could land on the path.

    So forget about any Toilet Training my Slave videos you see online.   I always thought “if you can see the poo, the Mistress is doing it wrong” in the video.

    The most boring Toilet Training video I ever saw was original Mistress Jaa.   I have it on my computer.  I watched it over 100 times.   I still never saw evidence of her pooing in his mouth.

    She did it so quietly … so quickly … and went back to her Tease & Denial part of the session so fast … it was amazing.  I knew then  … THAT is how my Toilet Training sessions will be like.

    A leap of faith.

    You won’t see it coming.

    You won’t smell it coming.

    You won’t feel it coming.

    It will just happen.

    And then it will happen again … and  again … and again … and  again … and so on.

    Because, like Jaa, I break the holy grail of dinners into little chocolate pieces.   I really hope you like eating small chocolates.  You’ll be eating them for 2 hours.

     

    I have done over 100 Toilet Training sessions now.

    Not one has made even a little mess.  Not one has made a sound.

    Why?

    Because I design perfect toilets.   🙂

     

    Mistress Wael

     

     

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  • Human Toilet Training | Map to the Golden Monkey

    Human Toilet Training | Map to the Golden Monkey

    “Human toilet training session needed by me.  I’ve followed the map to the golden monkey and it’s led me to you.  Will you be the one to give me what I so desperately seek?”

    With my human toilet training sessions being priced at 15,000 baht per meal I thought that would dissuade people from even inquiring about sessions let alone book them, but noooooo.  Though I dropped Economics in University it seems I learned the laws of supply and demand well enough for it was a simple supply and demand equation that made me think long and hard about what men truly desire when it comes to all things related to poo and femdom.

    The simple recipe for creating uncontrollable demand is this …

    • Watch 1000 videos on mistress’s feeding slaves their shit.
    • Analyze why none of those videos are any good.
    • Write many stories about men with such fantasies truly desire.
    • Hit the nail smack on the nail of the head in every story I’ve written.

    and that’s it … oh and one more important ingredient …

    • have stunning looks and and even more stunning ass.

    the golden monkeyWhen I realized the demand for such a session was far far greater than I had ever hypothesized and that the supply of beautiful women willing to supply such a treat is pracitcally non-existant , I threw out 15,000 as a number off the top of my head for how much I should charge for the pleasure of being under my ass at the most innapropriate time possible.  Two sessions a day multiplied by about three hundred days a year came out to nine million in revenue, I won’t lie to you … I had walked into the sales office of that condo being being built beside Nana bts station and had serious visions about plopping down a cool 20 million a couple of years hence.

    Now here we are just over a year later and you know what?  Condo be damned , I can’t stand doing the sessions because they are nothing more than a cash grab with nothing in it for me.  Yes, to a certain point what I do pays the bills and is moving me towards being financially independent , however it’s never been about money , it’s always been about the challenge of seducing a man, dominating him , coercing him to eventually do whatever I ask him to.

    That’s not an easy thing to do.  If you can imagine me on my first solo session without Jaa to guide me , I was nervous as I’ve ever been in my life.  It’s no easy feat to take a man who is superior to me in size, strength and age … and break his willpower.  I believe this is why a staggering disproportionate amount of mistresses rely on dungeons, pain, and fear in their sessions because it evens the odds.

    Since day one I’ve never gotten a man to do what I want by going down that road , I’ve always relied on seduction and love which give me a great deal of leverage over how much I can influence a man.  Whereas any woman can step into the role of being a mistress using pain as her tool , it takes many failed sessions to learn the craft of seduction.  I measure failure by the degree , or lack thereof , of how much a man has fallen in love with me by the end of a short two hour session.  A harsh measuring stick to be sure , but an accurate one.

    For it is within that feeling of love that I can begin to inspire a man to do anything to please me.

    Nothing , and I mean nothing , excites me more than giving a man a command to do something – and have him look me with a gaze in his eye that says “are you kidding me” only to have my eye confirm a strong “yes” without any words being spoken.  To see him follow through with whatever it was I ordered him to do is a true transference of power , as is immediately removing him from my life if he hesitates to fulfill or even worse … questions my request.

    golden bdsm femdom chest scat pooNow understand this, while I have on a few occasions abruptly ended sessions simply because there was a failure to appease me , I had done so because to continue with the session at that point would have been meaningless as I had misjudged the moment.  Does that make sense to you?  If not, you’re probably thinking within the context of a two hour session.   Don’t.  I’m talking about the relationship of trust that develops slowly over many subsequent sessions as the submissive falls deeper and deeper under my control.  He’s trusting me to take him deeper into the rabbit hole with every passing session and I’m trusting that he’ll willingly be led past any limits he thought he had.

    You see, at the beginning of the first session , there’s no way I can ask something outlandish to be done and expect my wish to be followed through on.  The trick on my part is judging when that moment is that he’s so far in love with being his mistress’s submissive that there no longer is anything implausible that I can ask him to do.  It’s done willingly , albeit reluctantly , with no complaint , for him such a request is just the next plunge down the rabbit hole.  For me to misjudge such a moment and have him refuse me , or question me , that’s a failure on my part to properly interpret the degree of his submissiveness towards me at that given moment.

    If I did fuck up so brilliantly then I’ve lost the mood for the session as whatever magic I felt was present , clearly wasn’t and since I refuse to do anything that is acted out without feeling I have to end the session right then and there.

    It rarely happens that I misjudge where we are in the mistress – submissive relationship though.

    the-mapSo as an example , going back to late February I had a dinner session on my calendar , the fifth of such dates with a French Canadian kid – Marc Andre – the name sticks to me because he wouldn’t let me address him by one of those two names , he insisted that was his full name.  Solved that problem by calling him Maa – “dog” in my language as his last name began with an A as well.  For his four hour dinner session we ate at Above Eleven from 7-10 pm , then went dancing until 4am.  I normally stay out until the sun rises but in this case , he was having so much fun spending all this time with me “off the books” that I sensed he’d do anything to prolong an already very lengthy “session.”

    At our table I leaned over to him and asked him “do you want to go back to my condo?”

    “Yes” he said enthusiastically.

    “Good” I said while giving him a good squeeze under the table between his legs, “I have to poo.”

    My dance club is on the same soi as my condo so we were home a few minutes later.  I let him take off his shoes and then led him by the hand to my bedroom … and then right through my bedroom and into the bathroom.

    “Come on” I said after he paused at the doorway.  “Told you I have to do a number two” and I squatted backwards cowboy style over the toilet seat still with my jeans on.

    Both his hands covered his face from his nose down and he uttered some shit in French that I didn’t understand.

    “Or you can go home.  Upto you.”

    “Mistress I …” he said only that for his complaint to what I was asking him , but he got on his hands and knees and crawled under my ass anyways.

    femdom bdsm scat toilet training coinA moment like that is what I live for.  There’s nothing forced going on , it’s just a simple request by me that will either be carried out or it won’t.  Oh but when it does get carried out and he’s under there kicking his feet violently on the floor , slapping his hands against my thighs as he holds on tight like he’s about to ride a bull – that’s pure bliss on my part right there.  It’s moments like that which let me carry out such a fetish.

    In any one of my 15,000 baht sessions I have neither heard such heavy breathing , such whimpering , nor have I seen a face full of tears as I have always seen when a poo eating fetish has been carried out my way and under circumstances that I dictate.

    Rather, each of those sessions that I’ve done for the money grab has been like feeding a hungry kid that I have no affection for.

    Therefore ,  I don’t care if you’re offering me 30k  or 50k for such a poop-on-demand kind of session , I’m not doing it.  It’s a “treat” that only a very select few will ever get to experience with me , and I have no map to the golden monkey to give you which lays out exactly what to do to become the next guy in line for such a meal.  This is one of those rare times where the golden monkey finds you , if you’re worthy.

     

    xx

     

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  • Cheating.  Lying.  Bastard Slave.

    Cheating. Lying. Bastard Slave.

    Cheating, lying, bastard slave.  I followed the asshole today, having to see where he goes when he leaves my condo because something hasn’t been right the last day and half.  Last time I weighed my live-in slave on the 26th he was 87 kg, just four away from the goal I told him he would reach by being my submissive bitch for the month, and then suddenly just two days later he weighs in at 88.2 kg earlier this morning.  As I told you, this being the last week of his weight loss domination I’ve rationed his meals down to 2 mangoes and however much rice he wants to allot himself over these last 3 days which is about a cup full.  You don’t go up a full kg eating just enough to survive.

    So I told him I was going out for a hotel session today at 1pm while actually I went down to the pool and moved the suntanning chair right to the edge of the small wall where I could look down at the lobby area to see people coming and going from my condo.  Sure enough, no more than 30 minutes later he left wearing his red shorts and black t-shirt and get this , my heart was pumping thinking I’d lose him in the time it took me to get down to the first floor , so much so that I began sweating in the elevator going down.  But it turned out fine, I got to the street and after really fast walking … even faster than I normally walk which is wickedly fast I caught up to him a minute later but stayed well enough behind him to see where he was going.

    I’ve got his wallet, his passport, his credit card, his atm cards all in my safety deposit box, and out of the 500 I gave him at the beginning of the month he’s now down to his last 37 baht which has to last him until the 29th.  So there’s no way the guy has money, unless he was going to Villa supermarket to get a pack of Mama soup , but even that is 48 baht, more than he has.  He walked right past Villa though and when he got to the top of soi 11 he went right passing under Nana skytrain station.  It occurred to me that he was walking with direction, like he had a destination in mind, because it’s a good 12 minute walk at his slow pace from my condo to the top of the soi, and another 5 minutes along Sukhumvit the way he was heading.

    We’re talking about a guy who’s been living on 1000 calories a day at most, without a trace of sugar except for the jam which is the only thing left in the fridge now that is sweet.  So i’d hardly make it to the washroom if I was starved like that, let alone go for a 20 minute stroll through Bangkok.

    Jaa's McDonald Bitch

    So this guy, he goes into the McDonald’s that’s at the corner of Soi 5 and for a minute I didn’t know what to do because he’d obviously see me if I followed him in.  However there was an outdoor chair available and i turned it so it was facing the street more or less giving him a view of the back of my head if he cared to look over at me.  I felt like when I was a girl climbing over the chairs to peek over the top when my mom used to take me long time ago.

    He didn’t go to the line up to order, he just sat down on the far side of the place with his back to the wall look directly over in my direction which is why i had to duck and sneak peaks every minute.  I thought he was meeting somebody.  I guessed that he had contacted a friend and this was the meeting place.  My phone is fingerprint password protected though so he didn’t call with mine, his is in my deposit box, so what the hell?  How is he calling?  Did he use some of the 500 baht for an emergency call?  Ok, but that still doesn’t explain how he went up 1kg in 48 hours instead of down.

    Thirty minutes he just sat there, and it was mid afternoon with the sun and few clouds so I was getting hot, pissed off, mad.  Mostly I was getting tired of looking back and spying on him because he wasn’t doing anything until, well until he stood up and walked right to the window to my left on this side of the store.  I got that heart pounding again because I thought he had seen me, he walked directly towards the door in front of where I was sitting.  But then he sat down where two fat muslim chicks had just been sitting and you know what the fucker did?

    He started eating the french fries they had left behind and the last bite of one of the cheeseburgers they left as well.  I had to smile, I mean not because what he did to scavenge food was brilliant, but because his month with me had reduced him to this, eating other people’s leftovers.  I not saying I had an evil smile, I’m saying that one of the things I wanted to teach him when all this started which was to have a deeper respect for food was apparently clear to him now.  I want the guy to reset his whole lifestyle, his whole outlook on life and the reason we are on this planet, and there’s nothing like the humbleness of starvation to do that.

    jaa4uAny hi-so guy can go on a starvation diet.  What I’ve added to his diet is a desperation.  By sitting in McDonalds eating other people’s scraps, he learned that he has a survival gear I bet he never knew he had.  One that millions of us Thai’s have forcefully had to develop at a much much earlier age.  It’s what separates us from you, it’s just not possible for you to relate to somebody fully if you’ve never gone years without worrying where food will come from.

    As much as I felt sorry for the guy though, the fact is that he broke the rules of our contract.  There’s no clause that says he can’t go eat leftovers, I didn’t plan for that honestly, it’s my first time taking somebody into water this deep.  However since he initially came to me for a Weight Loss domination program, i’d say he clearly stepped over the line of what I’d allow and for that he needed to be punished.

    Beside the McDonald’s there’s a whole lot of small shops and I went looking for a coat hanger or something cheap I could use to smack this guys ass and I settled on a wooden cooking spoon.  Bursting through the door to his right he looked up with the look of a 6 year old kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar.

    “I’m sorry mistress” he mumbled with his mouth full of fries that he had stuffed in his mouth as soon as he saw me.  His hands raised to his chin in the “I surrender” pose.

    “Up, get up.” I said.  Walking around to his back side I lashed him 10 times with the spoon on his ass pausing to make him count each stroke.  I don’t go to McDonalds ever so personally I didn’t give a fuck that everybody was watching, I’ll never see them again anyways.  However I did want to get out of there before the UPS wannabe guys in brown came around, just takes a phone call.  So I grabbed him by his ear and dragged him outside, put him on the motorcycle taxi waiting across the street and sent him home paying the taxi guy in advance.

    “When I get home I want to see you on your knees in front of the toilet, no excuses.” I told him sternly.

    One way to guarantee me to shit is to eat shit, so I went not to McDonald’s but to the Burger King down the street on the other side of Nana intersection to order one of their burgers.  Disgusting, I nearly vomited eating it and left half of it on the tray.  How the hell people eat crap like that?  Even in New Zealand I never gave in to fast food even though it was all around me and hardly any Thai food to eat in its place.

    Thirty minutes later I get home, my stomach ready to erupt suddenly.

    Dude was on his knees like I told him to do but as soon as I walked into the bathroom he starts crying out “please mistress I’m sorry, I don’t want to eat your shit, I don’t want it, please I can’t.”  He says that over and over like a 4 year old, even pausing to make the sobbing sound kids do when they cry too hard.  You know, I’ve had this question floating in my head for a long long time, asking myself can I as a mistress still respect a guy fully after he’s eaten my shit?  With the way this guy was reduced to nothing more than blubbering ooze on the floor before me without even having smelled my ass let alone taste my shit, I’d say the answer to my question is a big fat no.

    “You’re not, watch me shit instead, if you want to eat i’ll leave it in the toilet for you.”

    Not exactly my dream of having a guy eat from my ass like it’s ice cream, a hope that I had for this guy as early as yesterday but my fantasy will have to wait I guess.  Still, no more goddamn mangoes for this guy in the morning.  Tomorrow is the 28th, essentially the last day of our contract as I have to release him if he wants on the 29th.  He can go a day with his rice, he has enough for a morning cup and an evening cup if he spreads it out.  I’ll leave enough water in the fridge and he’s hardly touched his lime juice so I’m thinking he won’t pass out on me.

    human toilet training jaa4uBut I’m going to make it awfully tempting to fish my Whopper out of the toilet water in the next 24 hours.  I told him so too.  I took his head when I was done and by his hair I forced his face down so his lips were touching my poo filled water in the toilet.

    “You like fast food lor?  Ok there’s your Whopper, fucking eat it when you’re hungry enough.  Then get the fuck out on the 29th, I have no time for cheaters looking for a way to zig zag out of their problems.”

    “Please mistress, don’t do that, I’m sorry.  I’ll do anything.”

    What?  I forgot what I wrote in my last blog, that I really believe as hard as I have been on him for the whole month he will elect to not leave tomorrow.  Well day after tomorrow, it’s 1am on the 28th as I write this.

    This guy might actually stay.  Have I broken him?

    I’ve given him since day 1 a journal to write in which I thought might help fill the time since my condo has no internet or cable.  Ah I lie, it does now.  They came to put the internet in early this morning with the cable guy coming on Monday so if this dude does decide to stay I doubt he’ll write anything if he has at all until now.  I might have to restrict his tv , i don’t know.  Fuck, I’m drifting, sorry.  It’s late, i’m tired.  I did a 3 hour session beside the old airport today that took 6 hours out of my day, most of it stuck in a taxi.  Hate that.

    So so, hell, this guy might be broken.  I’ve really been looking for a guy who serves because he needs to, not because he enjoys it, but rather because it’s his duty.  I think with this huge experiment I might be able to extract such behavior from this dude, if he elects to stay.

    If he does, I’ll make sure he learns what “I’ll do anything” really means.

     

    jaa xx

     

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  • Piss Cocktail | My Bloody Mary

    Piss Cocktail | My Bloody Mary

    The most wonderful moment for a man is that instant where a beautiful woman is about to pull down her panties for the first time and reveal the shape, size and contour of her bush, pussy and ass.  To my advantage, that’s also the time men are the most susceptible to suggestion.

    I played the panty strip part for all the juice I could get out of it today, as I ran my fingers down past my navel, clinched a bit of the tiny fabric on each side of my luscious hips and pressed the top little hairs of my trimmed pussy to his face as i pulled them down inch by inch.  It’s a trick, I admit it.  If I did the same thing from a far it’d be a show for his gawking eyes to savor like a juicy steak being presented before your eyes at El Gaucho Steakhouse here in Bangkok.  Instead, by pressing myself up against him I stole his vision from him and though to this minute he may convincingly tell himself that he did get to see my cute little pussy just the opposite is true.

    That’s not to say he didn’t enjoy feeling my pubic hair brush up against his mouth as my panties slipped down over my ass, he most certainly did.  What he did not enjoy however was the blindfold going over his eyes just as the panties hit the floor.

    I grabbed him by his hair and basically pussy pushed him until he bent backwards over his knees finally resting his head on the floor with me straddling over top of him.  By doing that I removed any chance of his fingers accidentally curling up and grabbing either the lace of my Victoria Secret lingerie bottoms or my blood stained maxi pad that lay within.

    how much do you want to drink my peeIn the cute sweet innocent voice I sink into when I want my men to do things for me, I simply asked him to open his mouth and traced the outline of his lips with my finger flicking his tongue once as it came out of it’s hole in a worm like fashion looking for a taste of something sweet.

    I might have the best tasting shit in the world but I’m not much of a water drinker so there’s no trace parts of mango flavor sifting around in my urine stream i’m pretty sure.  My yellow concoction is an exercise in determination for most to get it down the hatch without projectile flinging it back up into my hole seconds thereafter.  So to add any more unwanted flavor to the mix is downright cruel punishment.

    As I told you men at this point are very susceptible to suggestion.  A few suggestive thoughts like the one in the photo to your left pretty much makes him convince himself that no matter how much blood and salt he’s about to receive, the taste will go down as smooth as an 18 year old shot of Scotch Whiskey.

    Not only did he drink my Bloody Mary cocktail for an entire minute without spilling a drop, his first word after his last swallow was simply “delicious” spoken just as a drop of red pee fell from his lip to his chin.

    I never force a man to do anything, there is no need.  With a well timed suggestion he will simply force himself to do that which I merely ask.

    jaa xx

     

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  • Eating Shit |… Off the Menu

    Eating Shit |… Off the Menu

    “I want to eat your shit Mistress”

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

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

     

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

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

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

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

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

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

    … will get you an answer like this from me…

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

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

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

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

    Jaa2 xx

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  • Human Toilet | Mistress’s Responsibility

    Human Toilet | Mistress’s Responsibility

    90% of all my human toilet trainees swallow my poo successfully on their first try, this story is about why.  You see, if human toilet training sessions were like scat videos you’d go to your bathroom and shit every place but inside your toilet.  You don’t go pee on your mirror and shit on your toothbrush do you?  So get out of your world of internet porn and step into the reality of what my expectations are of you as my human toilet trainee.  As such, your job is to take the place of my toilet and do your job as well as my porcelain does so that my bathroom looks and smells exactly the way it did when i entered it.  For that to happen, you would think that the onus of responsibility would be on you, it isn’t.

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    The Mistress Has the Onus of Responsibility in Training her Human Toilet Properly

    Just as my toilet isn’t big enough to hold shit from a dinosaur … well probably … your mouth isn’t big enough to hold shit from my ass.  If i’m in Bangkok and you’re in Boston and i’m trying to stab you with a knife i’m not gonna reach you, unless you have an extremely long dick.  I’m not effective because i’ve chosen the wrong tool for the job.  So similarly, if i don’t want to leave a mountain of shit on my human toilet’s mouth i have two choices.  Change the toilet or change the tool.  Well, you’re paying me to be my human toilet so i can’t very well change you.  Hmm, i guess that means i should choose a different tool, or method in this case.  Otherwise i’m gonna be dealing with a mountain of shit on your face.  Maybe that’s good if i’m recreating a Close Encounters of the Third Kind scenario, but otherwise not so good.

     

     

    Mistress Jaa, the original one not me – has the best human toilet video in the world … in my opinion.  I know because i did the session with her last year and i did the video for it.  She wouldn’t be able to sell one copy of the video because nobody would believe it’s a shit eating video of a human toilet eating her poo right in the middle of her and Natty doing their Tease & Denial session.  The reason it’s perfect is because from start to finish you wouldn’t even know he’s eating her poo.  Even me, I didn’t believe he was actually eating it and you can hear me in the video asking her if he actually has her poo in his mouth.  So i wanna talk about that, how i learned from her the proper way to do a human toilet training session, and what finally is your onus of responsibility being the trainee.

    The proper way is neither easy nor fun … for me.  It’s what put me in the hospital on Monday after Sunday’s session.  There has to be a separation between pee and poo.  Unfortunately they both come out together.  So the first step is not to jump right to the poo part, the proper way is for you to be patient and drink all my pee that i slowly have to let out of me while squeezing my ass and not lettindouble-tankg the poo drop out at the same time.  It’s kinda like doing 69 and eating pizza, you have to stop one to do the other.

    The problem is the double tank system.

    Huh?  You know about it, i think guy’s are the same as girl’s no?  You can pee normally but when that stops you’re not really finished are you?  If you push what happens?  Yessss … the second tank inside your stomach opens up and the the second tank of pee comes out.  Well guess what happens when i poo?  I push.  So there is this thing that Jaa can do very well and i end up explaining to a doctor 24 hours later … is the ability to poo and hold the pee at the same time.

    Why?  Why is that even necessary?

    Because of that onus of responsibility I told you about.  It is my responsibility to not drop dinosaur turds into your mouth like i’m a Dairy Queen Blizzard machine.  The actual secret to having a perfect human toilet session is to one make a perfect seal over the slaves mouth with my ass and two to let him break off and swallow what he can handle.  So hang on, back up.  About the first rule, that flies against every poo video you’ve seen on the internet.  You know … the video where my counterpart is dropping shit into her slaves mouth like a plane carpet bombing a rice field.  Umm, when was the last time you went to the bathroom and actually stood up on the toilet to shit in the water 3 feet below you?  If you answered “often” by the way, for your sake proper-toilet-waymake sure you lock the door so your wife doesn’t ever catch you doing that lol.

    The same way your ass is sealed on the toilet seat, your mouth seals my ass before anything comes out.  So for my human toilet wannabe’s who are visualizing seeing my ass open up and seeing the poo come out slowly and make like a snake down into your mouth where you will have a 50/50 chance of catching it, think again.

    You’re not going to be all that comfortable as my human toilet.  Lucky for you i weight under 50kg soaking wet, so the pressure on your face isn’t jaw breaking, but it’s still heavy.  I need to sit heavy to make the perfect seal.  Sorry, it’s the way it is.  Which leads to the second uncomfortable thing for you, you inability to breathe.  Which is a good thing because you’re all so afraid of how you’ll react to the smell right?  Heyyyy … forgetaboutit.

    No smell.  Again, the onus of responsibility is on me to let my human toilet breathe every 30 seconds or so by leaning forward to take the weight off your nose.  So then what’s left for my human toilet slave down there is not a visual experience but a sensory experience.  If your mouth is pressed hard against my ass you’ll won’t even feel my ass open or close, you’ll just feel the pushing and that takes forever.  It’s like a whole different Tease & Denial session for you because i have to lower my poo like a piano being lowered down the side of a building … slowly and carefully.  This is human toilet mcnuggetslike a hell on earth for me that you can’t imagine.  At the same time i’m lowering the chicken McNuggets i’m concentrating on squeezing my vagina to not not soak the chicken with my pee before it’s served.  It’s just bad customer service to serve wet chicken McNuggets you know.

    This is what the doctor said caused the blockage in my kidney on Monday.  By blocking the second tank of pee from opening for the whole 10 to 15 minutes it takes to drop the poo down the garbage shoot i caused a horrible day long case of stomach cramps that were hellish.  So you wanna know why the poo sessions are 10K and not 7K , it’s because as you’re on the skytrain going home thinking about the best damn chicken McNuggets you’ve ever eaten, i’m on the bed then and for 24 hours feeling like i’m in constant labor.  Ok … i’m guessing there guys.  I’ve heard rumors that childbirth is painful but i have no said experience lol.   You can put your hand down, i’m not accepting volunteers to get me pregnant so i can experience it for reals.

    At some point when the poo looks like a turtle head coming out of the shell, or feels like that because we both can’t see it, i’m gonna ask you to use your tongue … not your lips … to break off your nugget of chicken and let it break off into your mouth.  Why not your lips?  Because it’s messy.  Do you wipe your ass as your shit is coming out or after?  Think about it.

     

     

    Again, right tool for the job.  Using a rocket launcher to kill you while you’re standing in front of me is probably not the best tool for the job.  Tongue over lips boys.

    Just like at McDonalds’, what you do with the McNugget once it’s in your mouth is your business.

    human toilet cimUnlike some of you assholes out there with your girls, i allow my man to spit lol.  If my human toilet at that moment freaks out and can’t swallow what he has in his mouth, you’re allowed to sit up and drop it in the toilet … but you’re going back under me as soon as you’ve made your deposit.  However because of the manageable size that’s in your mouth i find most try and succeed at swallowing, thus giving them their ultimate fantasy.  My method, while landing me face to face with my doctor sometimes, has about a 90% success rate at giving the guy his fantasy come true.  Then of course, there are the more umm … “creative” types about what to do with the poo in the mouth …

    And if you have a nice big plastic dick to fuck my ass and degrade me while I’m having your poop in my mouth, just do it. My body is yours.

     

    So that you can’t say you haven’t been warned ahead of time … if i’m fucking your ass like that, your head is in the toilet under water playing “bobbing for poo” while i’m letting you have it.

    That leaves only your onus of responsibility then as my human toilet which is … be a good toilet.  Your purpose in serving me down there, and especially if you ever want to have the privilege of coming back and serving me again, is to leave my ass like it’s a perfect crime scene, no evidence that a real toilet wasn’t used.

    If you’re good, we’ll make the worlds second most boring human toilet video together 🙂

     

    Jaa xx

    Note : A session that is specifically related to Toilet Training is 15,000 baht.

     

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