Mistress Wael | Elite Female Domination

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24/7 BDSM Slave | A Mistress’s Guide

You said you wanted to know how to be a 24/7 bdsm slave | FemDom slave.

Do you really want to be my pet?

You see what I’m sayin’?

What are you prepared to do? Everything you can , naturally.

And then what are you prepared to do?

If you open your fantasy to reality on this fetish my slave you must be prepared to go all the way.

I’m so tempted to keep quoting The Untouchables from there. Aw fuck it : “She pulls a dildo , you pull an ass plug. She brings a chastity, you bring a vagina stretcher , that’s the Bangkok way.”

But let’s not digress , the question remains: “and then what are you prepared to do?” ( 24/7 bdsm slave )

‘Going all the way’ as my 24/7 bdsm slave is nowhere near what you see on pornsite videos .. you know the ones I’m talking about … where the slave is constantly worshiping the mistress … getting HIS dreams and desires fulfilled. What do you expect, 99% of all porn videos are uploaded by men – indulging their fantasies.

Let’s be crystal clear about something … if i’m allowing you into my life for any significant period of time – be it marriage , or a ‘Mistress as a Girlfriend Experience’ in let’s say Europe somewhere for a week … you’re fulfilling MY desires , not yours. Trust me, whatever pleasure you get out of the experience is secondary. So if its playing out in your head like an event filled 24 hour ogry of sexual gratification that pleases your cock , well you can fuck off.

I’m telling your right now, there’s going to be shit that you don’t like being my 24/7 bdsm slave.

Let’s start with down time.

On our OnlyFans blog I’m trying to show you in snippets of film what a prolonged stay with me might be like. In the foot worship video , I’m coming home from a workout at the gym. Now when we filmed that all I did was run around the rooftop running track that we have a few times to get moderately sweaty , which at 2pm in the afternoon in 40C heat only takes 5 minutes to get a good sweat on.

So in truth, Wael my cameragirl and our semi-full time 24/7 BDSM slave we’re only waiting at most 10 minutes in my condo ready to shoot the scene upon my return.

In that scene our 24/7 BDSM Slave is sitting on the sofa reading one of my illustrated film noire like books on female domination … just sitting there in my spot on the sofa looking smug as a rug at me when I return home.

What you don’t know is that he’s positioned as such because I’m recreating a scene from my mind recalling my Mistress as a Girlfriend trip to Istanbul , Turkey a couple years back. I had instructed my date , my slave, my submissive … whatever you’d like to call him … to call room service and have my clothes dry cleaned , to order lunch and have it ready for when I got back , and to draw a warm bubble bath for me as our suite had a gorgeous oval tub that I was eager to relax in.

I headed up to the spectacular gym that our hotel , Elite World Europe provided and well , I’m a sucker for swimming pools, in particular … unique ones. One of the reasons I chose the condo I’m living in now despite its tiny perceived size is the spectacular swimming pool down on the 6th floor. The most beautiful hotel pool I’ve swam in was the Marina Bay one in Singapore. Elite World though … it caught my eye for how voyeuristic it is , what with it being situated right in the middle of the workout area surrounded by men running on their treadmills, all gawking at me in my tiny bikini as I’d float by them again and again.

What’s the average time a guy jogs on a treadmill in a hotel gym? Would you say 20 minutes is fair?

I made a game out of seeing how long I could keep the same overweight undershape businessmen persevere on their treadmills just to catch my and my boobs float by them every couple of minutes or so. I’d make eye contact at some point with each and every one and throw them a knowing smile as I floated towards the far end of the pool.

90 minutes! For over an hour and a half I kept every single one of those guys … except one … running in place , giving them the workout of their lives. Afterwards I strolled naked into the massive co-ed sauna and got a few more lower body salutes thrown my way. An hour later I took a shower and headed back up to the room.

I opened the door, walked in, and there was my 24/7 BDSM Slave passed out on the sofa snoring away. No dry cleaning had been picked up , there was no bath ready for me , and there was certainly no food to be seen anywhere. What does he do when he acknowleges my presence? He smiles. The fucking audacity.

“I got bored” was the first thing he said.

See? He’d been watching too many fantasy porno bdsm films where the mistress has her 24/7 BDSM Slave tied up in the dungeon and her and her team of 12 mistresses are attending to his cock 24/7 until he passes out from exhaustion. That ain’t the case Mr.Magoo.

The reality is, there’s a lot of down time , and you best fill those minutes or hours by attending to all my demands.

So in the onlyfans video where I toss the book he was reading onto the rug and order him to the floor … that’s precisely what I did back in my hotel room in Turkey that day. I grabbed him by his tie , dragged him over to the den table and tied him by that very tie to the leg of the computer table, and then proceeded to bang out a blog story for the next three hours while sitting on his back.

Only … he developed back cramps 10 minutes in , and then back seizures from bearing my weight for so long. By the end of the first hour enough sweat had dripped off his face to make a sizable puddle on the floor … and when I looked down and saw it I ordered him to lick it up pronto. Half way through that blog story my human table gave out. He layed down on the floor saying “I cant mistress, I cant” … so I walked on him. And ground my heel into his neck. Kicked his ass. Eventually I ordered him to go bring the table’s proper chair back and to go finish the fucking tasks I had given him hours ago.

By that time I was pissed. Just like its annoying to have a full time human toilet that doesn’t function properly , it’s equally irritating to have a wanna-be full time 24/7 BDSM Slave who’s a full time failure. I’m like every other girl in the world who , once I’ve l0st my mood , stay the fuck away from me. The only fun I had that day was making those business dudes run on the treadmill , the rest – except for the hour in the sauna – had been disappointment.

But sadly, that’s what initial experiences are like as these noob full time 24/7 BDSM Slave find out that not being productive in all those down time hours can ruin an entire day.

That’s just down time follies though.

What about something you’d truly hate, like being humiliated and used?

Again, watch a femdom related video, … made by a man , or read a femdom story … written by a man. It’s all about him. If reading , look for the number of times you come across the words “pleausred her” , “pleased her” , “licked her” , “fucked her.”

Do you really think that as a Mistress who’s controlled, dominated, ballbusted , owned , teased, seduced … and then discarded slave after slave … that my focus in life will be to have you pleasure me?

Let me give you another example to disprove that line of male thinking.

Remember the cuckold series of stories I wrote back when I had my last what I would call ‘serious boyfriend.’? I was seriously into cuckholding guys back then and I wrote two sizzling hot stories about it , part one and part two , so have a read if your cock can withstand it. If we’re talking about my evolution as a Mistress, that time period a few years ago was when I was learning what I can actually get away with using my Mistress ‘skillset’ in real life scenarios. It was an amusing time , and if we’re being honest, I was a bit of a bitch. I was acting at the time like those kids that discover superpowers in the greatly underated movie Chronicle :

https://youtu.be/i-M5Qx57_UU

That movie is quite real because when you discover you have abilities others don’t, there’s a tendancy to act like a dick … if we’re talking in man’s terms.

So back when I had that last boyfriend , I was imposing my bdsm side upon him , and at the time I had … hmm lemme think, I had just finished the 3 week full time weight loss slave sesison right? Fuck, I’ve been a mistress for so long now that the timeline is too full and too storied to remember events in proper chronological order. Or I’m getting old and memory is failing me at 33!

My point is, I was just stepping into 24/7 Mistress as a Girlfriend sessions at the time and was experimenting … for lack of a better word. I was using submissive guys to see what I could get away with , and find out afterward if they loved it or hated the experience.

Ok so to preface what happened back then , as you’re reading this you’re either one of two men … you’ve sessioned with me , or you haven’t. If you have , then you can shake your head in amusement and chuckle at what I’m going to tell the guys who haven’t sessioned with me yet.

When you session with me, I’m going to steal your heart , and you’re going to become extremely infactuated with me. Cravings will overcome you , and you’ll jack off countless times reminiscing about how I seduced you … and how I did it differently in every session.

To some extent, you’re going to fall in love with me , and you’re going to crave attention from me.

Here, read this random email from yesterday that I’ll copy and paste for you … I used to get 10 of these a day pre-covid …

R… H….
Sun, Sep 13, 12:24 PM (2 days ago)
to me

Thank you Mistress ____
I truly worship you.

Yes , I really really want to be on my knees and at your mercy, femdom is a beautiful escape , I always remember the first time , when you made me lick your feet , you inspected and said they were still dirty ( actually they were spotless hehe,, but there nothing I can do hehe) You sentenced me to 15 strokes punishment and you whipped me , I don’t know what sort of whip you used , it seemed different ,, it was painful ,, but getting whipped takes the mind off all the worries and the two hours I had with you was the best two hours I ever had in my whole life . I dream everyday for another one on one session with you , it will happen.

I have been with a million Mistress’s ,, no one comes even near you, you are simply the best , and sexiest in the whole world and I yearn to serve you .
I genuinely worship you _____

you old slave R in _____

I’m pasting all that , and telling you about how my slaves fall for me because it’s very important that as a 24/7 BDSM Slave you understand that whatever feelings you pick up for me in a 2 hour session are multiplied exponentially.

Now going back to what I wanted to do in that situation , I had a boyfriend that is naively , stupidly , thought would amount to something serious. So I had intentions to be absolutely loyal to him. On the other hand I had what was about my third serious full time slave applicant.

He’d taken me to Paris, MonteCarlo , Prague to name but a few places and he’d served me well. We were so comfortable with one another that in the early afternoon I could be leading him through a crowded shopping mall by a string tied to his cock , and in the evening be holding hands as we walked into a romantic restaurant for dinner.

In sessions I’d do “the thing” where I’d walk into his moody candlelit hotel room in see through lingerie , and I’d sit down on the sofa and dab a drop of perfume on my neck.

With a ‘come here’ gesture of my finger I’d beckon him over and I’d place a 5 minute sand filled hourglass on the coffee table. I’d say “when you put that down, you have 5 minutes where you can do anything you want with me. But you can’t kiss my lips, you can’t touch my pussy, and if you choose to spend your time on my breasts , you’re only allowed to hold my nipple in your teeth, no sucking allowed. Nothing else is off limits. You can extend the timer by 5 minutes tomorrow … IF … you can make yourself cum just by touching me tonight. No pumping your dick.”

Making yourself cum without touching your cock is a long lost art.

It takes a while, but guys can get awfully creative when searching for a way to extend that sand timer in the next session.

Needless to say, their methods get pretty intimate , and though they’ve already cum in their boxers , they no doubt rub on or two more out when sleeping alone the rest of the night on the floor by my feet … my ears don’t deceive me ok.

My 24/7 BDSM Slave at the time had gotten his sand timer up to 20 minutes, and thought he was going to be working on 25 when I invited him to my condo here in Bangkok.

One thing men vehemently dislike is having another rooster in the hen house …

My 24/7 BDSM Slave arrived at the condo , only to be met by not just me, but me and my boyfriend. Talk about cock killer moments eh?

I led him by his hand to the sofa … the big cream one you guys love(d) so much and told him to take the place of the coffee table I had moved prior in preparation for the evening. Being an obedient boy he did as he was told.

I wasn’t at all worried about him, submissive’s are obedient to a fault, it’s the boyfriend who thought this was all too amusing that I was worried about. No really , the world of femdom and bdsm when seen up close and personal for the first time … is um , unsettling for normal folk.

In the real world , you don’t just command a man to act as a piece of furniture , and normal guys find not just somebody who’d do that an oddball , but also the person (err, me) who’d command somebody to do that rather mysteriously odd.

To my advantage, all guys have a common denomonator that makes them bite their tongue in such situations … and that is the desire to get laid.

If I was ugly, just common , he’d no doubt raise the topic in conversation at some point. But being hot comes with certain perks … one of them being that guys will go along with absolutely anything if it means getting to know what it feels like to fuck me and my gorgeous naked ass doggy style later that night lol.

My 24/7 BDSM Slave was instructed to ‘assume the position.”

Did I expect him to remain in place as a coffee table , unmoving, unwavering for how ever many hours me and my boy would be out that evening?

No. And I guess I’ll never know if he did or not, but the important thing … unlike the guy in Istanbul … is he followed my instructions , at least to the point where when we came home a bit drunk that he was indeed in the same position as we had left him.

My boy and I sat on the sofa , a mere 2 feet from our human coffee table , and I let myself get kissed.

It wasn’t long before I was naked , and both Ian and my clothes were strewn across the sofa and onto the back of our slave table.

But the best part of the night was him yanking me by my ankles to the edge of the sofa where my ass was hanging slightly over the end, and he cupped my ass with his hands , lifting me about six inches off the cushions , and slid his cock slowly and deeply into my pussy.

As he started fucking me upright , I had no place to put my feet so … I rested them at first softly on my human coffee table.

But as Ian began to let his animal instincts take over he began to slam into me harder with each stroke and Newton’s laws of physcics applied perfectly for with every stroke towards the sofa my legs would reach out and kick my human table in the ribs, or the ass , or the neck.

I honestly don’t remember where or how many times my legs abused his body , because Ian fucked me long and hard that night and the best part?

After Ian came he just naturally sat down on my slave table , took off his cum filled condom and laid it perfectly upon the back of my slave’s hair.

At that point I was amused.

How many hours had this slave remained more or less in this same position, having arrived hours earlier thinking he’d get to do “almost anything” to me for a chance to buy himself 5 more minutes.

When hours later, he got to listen to but not see , me getting fucked right beside him.

That … was the last session he ever did with me.

Why?

Because he told me later that it felt like he was having his heart ripped out that night. And what made it worse for him, is that he had been masturbating to what had happened ever since. “Uncontrollably” was his exact word.

Now why is that different than what you see in femdom cuckhold porno clips?

In the clips the cuck is watching his girl get fucked, he’s jacking off to it, he’s enjoying it.

I’ll have none of that thank you. My sessions are real world related. It’s going to hurt. Being cucked by me as a full time slave is the penultimate test of your loyalty.

The ultimate and final display being able to eat from me at some point. Fuck Wael’s toilet training. It works , what she does works.

But I’ve found that having survived all their training, having given all their heart and life to me , and having endured being cuck’d until I’ve moved on from whatever relationship I’d been having.

To survive all that , I find that guys eat willingly from me without any sort of training whatsoever. I think its because they’re eating from their soul , and their soul craves me, and has done everything for me to that point.

So knowing that is what is in store for you.

Knowing that your heart is going to get ripped from your chest.

Knowing that for the longest time you’re never going to be worthy of kissing me, let alone fucking me.

And knowing that you’ll probably at one point be cuck’d.

And finally , knowing that your final test will be the ultimate meal consumption.

I ask you again , as a 24/7 BDSM Slave applicant …

“and then what are you prepared to do?”

xx

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September 15, 2020
Tease & Denial | Into the Rabbit Hole

How My True Tease & Denial Statement Should Read

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See that’s what I should have on my front page. in a big red warning box like that. Instead, you can see I have written : “With me, you’ll use your safe word when you surpass the limit of your pleasure, not the limit of your pain. My style is far different than any other FemDom Mistress, for I prefer to control a man’s desires, dominate his mind, play with his emotions, and through seduction – coerce you to do things for me that you never thought you’d want to do.”

Which suffices , because if I had the block quote there instead it would seem a little over the top at first glance. But make no mistake, the block quote is exactly what will happen to your life if you do indeed choose to meet me. That’s some pretty bold shit to say isn’t it? Well there’s two ways to look at such a brazen statement. The mistress writing it is either full of herself , or … even more scary … what she has written has been done so without exaggeration and what we have here is a true Alice in Wonderland experience where you will find just how deep the rabbit hole goes once I’ve gotten into your mind.

What any other mistress should have there on the first page as the first thing you read is a disclaimer. One saying that you will truly fuck up your life if you book a session with said mistress. You’ll fuck up your marriage, you’ll lose your girlfriend, you’ll lose your money , and eventually you’ll lose your mind. Because if there truly is such a rabbit hole to fall into , and indeed it is an abyss of depth , will your mistress be there to catch you when you hit bottom? Or will she scavenge your remains after you’ve crashed?

Again though, such a thing would be laughed off , so why bother.

I think what it is … is that there is so much bullshit out there in the world. Like would you agree with me that 99% of people you meet are peddling something for their own self interest? Everybody’s got some bullshit to sell. Which makes sense because let’s think back to our school days shall we? I want you to go back to Grade 12 in your mind and once you’ve vaguely pictured everybody that was in your graduating year I want you to come up with a number. That number will be the quantity of people in your graduating school year that you truly thought had a shot at being successful. I’ll bet that number can be counted on one hand, correct? Truth is , most of you fucked up in school , stumbled into a job you unwillingly accepted to do , and have since needed to peddle bullshit about yourselves just to barely climb out of mediocrity.

So when you come across someone like me who long ago as a teenager broke free of this groupthink society , went on to establish her own business which is by far the most successful of its kind in all of Asia , and has studied book after book on understanding how to control and influence people … well it’s a bit of a shock isn’t it? You sniff around the website at first looking for the bullshit. Where’s the ads? Where’s the linkshare page? Gotta be there somewhere right? There has to be bullshit you tell yourself , because that’s what everybody peddles.

Then you start to think “well she’s got no ads, no side business … just this extraordinary blog about her life and experiences, hmmm.”

How do I know about that line of thinking? I did it myself. Way back when , after I was engaged in some pillow talk with my lover at the time , he looked into my eye and told me “you’d be a wonderful mistress, probably even better than Jaa” someone he promised to put me in touch with after I got him to tell me just who and how seductive she was. Days later I found this crudely written email in my inbox sent to me by Jaa with a link to this website … as it looked back in the day … and I started probing around myself looking for the bullshit.

Lou, the guy I was with at the time had told me stories about his rich Mistress about to retire because she had been gifted an enormous house and I immediately called bullshit on that because … who the fuck gifts somebody with a house ? Like , come on , let’s be real.

Little did I know.

I didn’t know because … before you guys can fall down your rabbit hole , I had to fall down mine. I had to see for myself just how powerful mind fucking a guy is when done properly. Properly means : without the slightest regard for the man’s well being , be it emotionally , financially, or other.

‘You have to be totally ok with ruining a man’s life” my friend and original mistress of this site Jaa said one day after a session together. “Uh huh” I replied , secretly calling bullshit on that line as well.

“You don’t believe me” she continued, “you will. One day you will see for yourself just how far a man will go for his mistress , and it will scare you to death.”

“Why will it scare me?”

“Because you will eventually, at one point, hold a man’s life in your hand, and just like a king orders someone to be beheaded with the nod of his head , you will have to choose whether to nod yours or not.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever hold a man’s life in my hand” I laughed.

“You’re right” she said as she put her hand on my shoulder , “you won’t hold just a man’s life , you’ll hold many, and that’s what will make you quit being a mistress or will consume you.”

Did you read that? Please do so, and look for the line “seared onto my memory.”

“The feminine epitome of worship – and I feel like it’s gonna stay with me for a long time.”

I am indeed that , an epitome of what a mistress should be.

What you need to read carefully , perhaps re read it if you must , is the section where he talks about being overwhelmed with an urge to pleasure me. He talks about massages, kissing, licking the basic initial reactions of a man falling in love with his mistress but it becomes far more than that eventually. If he’s wise he will back off and let time aid him in forgetting me, but he won’t.

How often do you meet a girl equally beautiful and genuine that it sweeps you immediately off your feet , and then ask yourself , how often have you had such a woman seduce you to the point where every cell in your loins aches for her love and attention?

You’d do anything to keep that girls attention on you , yes?

A lot of what I’ve been doing the past month is passing all this knowledge over to Mistress Wael as she will be taking over the Asia operations as I move on to expand the business in Europe come April. Yesterday she popped over to my condo to pick up the spiked chastity device and the heavy duty purple strap on harness on the way to her session just down the street.

“I’m hungry” she said as she scourged around our BDSM room looking for the toys.

“So call him and tell him to have dinner ready for you when you arrive in 40 minutes.” I said sternly. It was her third session with her pleasant Indian slave and by that time , if she’s doing her Mistress role properly , the man will be beyond repair and unable to say no.

She looked at me as she always does with eyes of trust , I love that about her. There’s no questioning anything I say , she simply listens and applies no matter how outrageous the statement I just said was.

You know that saying mom’s and dad’s use on their kids ; “well if Jimmy told you to jump off a cliff , would you do that too?”

The answer in this case is , “yes, I would do anything my mistress asks of me.”

So here’s the picture showing you just how that simple request turned out in her session.

That’s that overwhelming urge to pleasure and please the mistress at work , no request can be denied.

As nice as a good Indian dinner is though , that’s hardly having somebody’s life in one’s hands right? No. But it’s part of the process , another set of tumbles down the rabbit hole which will lead to that man wanting to discard everything in his life to be at his mistress’s side as much as possible. It’s at that point , where you can ask for a house and receive it. Don’t believe me? I’m straddling you with your cock between my legs and you can see your leaking cock head mere millimeters from the pinkness of my pussy , the only last thing on earth you want to experience but you think your mistress will never give you the permission to plunge inside. Why would she? Every time she has had you in this very precarious situation she tilts her head back and laughs as her hand lets go the moment you pass the moment of no return and your cum leaks out in yet another failed orgasm. Time and time again I’ve brought you to the brink of insanity as we two sit drenched in sweat from two hours of hot foreplay where you almost touched my lips, you almost kissed my breast , you almost dove your tongue into my pussy ; but in all cases were denied just at the last possible moment. You ask yourself over and over , what do you have to do to make me give in and give you the pleasure you desperately seek?

You swear your love to me, you buy me gifts every time I demand and even when I don’t. You’ve shown up at our session every time with a bottle of wine and we’ve sat on my couch here getting tipsy to the point where there’s this uncomfortable silence between us as the room spins – and then I slide up to you , my lips an inch from yours and I look you in the eye with a look as powerful as if I owned the world , and in that moment you think it’s going to happen … but I flip over on to my back instead and rest myself upon your pulsing cock letting you peer a little bit down my half see through negligee.

Back home you go , perhaps gifted with an orgasm , perhaps not. You never know. You try to go home and slide into bed with your significant other but as you hold her thoughts of me dance through your head as you drift happily off to sleep. Then you wake up in a cold sweat and your cock is so hard you’re sure it’s going to drill a hole in your wife’s backside. So you pull back away from her and play with your cock where once again you see my tiny but perfect shaved pink pussy hovering above your pulsing head as my pussy juice drops down to dance with your pre cum. At that moment you know I’m the only one in the world you want to fuck , the rest of your life would be meaningless if you never got to experience what its like to be inside me. You start imagining all the stories I’ve told you at our dinner sessions of how only a few special guys have made me squirt , and when I do it’s thunderous. Oh how you long to be the next guy that brings me to that special climax.

After moments of desperation the next morning waiting for your missus to leave for work finally you are alone and you rush to your computer to send me an email. You’re hoping for a quick reply like always but I don’t answer you this time , so you pass excruciatingly slow minutes by looking at our hundreds of email threads reminiscing about how your fall into Wonderland began. Your heart leaps off onto the table when you see my name pop up in your inbox and you feverishly click to see what my morning reply is to my one special slave.

You read, unbelievably at what I’ve sent you. Instantly your heart begins to palpitate and you clutch for it , holding it as if a dagger has been stabbed through. Beads of sweat instantly appear on your brow and your hands begin to shake with either fear or rage, you’re not sure which.

“South Africa?”, you shake your head to clear the fog, “she’s in South Africa?” Then the damming question rings through your head like a Sunday church bell’s chimes , “with who?”

As your heart searches for the meaning of time , seconds are distorted into hours, you feel you’ve paced around the house a hundred times but in truth only a minute has passed , giving you a desperate glimpse into how slowly time will now pass until my return a month hence. An eternity , a veritable lifetime , a chasm of time that’s truly uncross able. With tears in your eyes , tears of madness you sit down again to read the note I’ve sent you and as you confirm your worst fears you damn the slave I’m with over there to hell. What am I doing with him? Do I love him? How much did he pay for a month of my time? Will I marry him? Will I be lost to him forever? Questions upon questions without answers drive you mad.

‘It’s not possible’ you reason with yourself. Just yesterday your dick was virtually inside my pussy , just a millimeter more and … and … and fuck , now somebody else’s dick is going to be that close for the next month? Or ? or … or inside , is that possible? Is it possible he has the key that unlocks his mistress’s heart and not you? But you’re married !! You curse your wife, you curse her name, you curse the day you met. Fuck why didn’t you wait for me , why didn’t you know back then that this perfect mistress would soon walk into your life.

She’s single , and hot , and sexy , and seductive, and and and … fuck property of someone else now for sure. Fuck that man you say , and you promise to kill him in any number of torturous ways. Why couldn’t that be you? Fuck your mistress, she’s just playing games with you. You’re a fool are you not? These questions haunt you , they consume you until ….

Until you re read the letter for the third time and you suddenly see something at the bottom you somehow missed the first two times.

You frantically grasp at your spectacles laying to the right of the laptop so the words are clear , oh and clear they are , holy shit … but what does that mean … “ps : don’t fuck your wife until I get back , you can fuck me instead.”

Like a reformed drunk at an AA meeting you swear off her forever , you’ll never touch the bitch again , may her pussy rot in hell !

What? There’s more … written in subscript “pps : i need the rest of my house paid for when I get back.”

Suddenly money is no object. For one fuck can lead to love , can lead to a full time mistress lover and who on earth has that sort of privilege ? Ten people , ten maybe tops. The very thing that every slave too deep in love wants is to surrender his life for his one true Mistress who loves him. Case in point , see email below …

For a fleeting second your brain makes the argument from the words “rest of my house” that there may be more than one man paying for said house , but you dismiss it as nonsense. It’s your cock that I want inside me , not someone else’s , even if I am with another man for a month on the other side of the world being paid a queen’s ransom every day for my time sleeping in 5 star romantic bed & breakfasts paid for by him … the stranger. You pinch your bottom lip for a second pondering all the lack of morals that could be going on in this sudden love triangle , or slave triangle, or what name would one truly give to this mess you’re in? But you just as quickly dismiss that notion too. After all , there’s nobody alive that would leverage a man’s heart to that selfish degree , is there?

The day of my arrival draws near as quickly as a snail inches its way to the horizon , but you pass the time hastening the preparations for the most romantic day of your life. You contemplate hiring a limousine to pick me at the airport with as you stand in the passenger lounge with 2 dozen red roses in hand and a bottle of my favorite perfume in the other. No not perfume, Dom Perignon – yes this occasion calls for only the best champagne. Then you measure out the two hours caught in traffic between the airport and the hotel and your cock says ‘fuck that , book a room at the airport hotel so you can be fucking your mistress inside of five minutes after greeting her from the plane.’

Come the day you’re standing there in the passenger lounge, not with a bouquet of flowers, not with a bottle of perfume, and nor do you have a bottle of corked champagne. Instead you have a rock hard cock and a bank draft for 2 million baht along with a big … fat … stupid … smile.

As I’m held up against the bedroom wall minutes later I first recall , and then laugh that I hadn’t even cleaned the cum out from the last cock that fucked me just before I boarded the plane in Africa … just as this cock slides inside me with a hellishly loud groan. I call it the 2 million baht groan , but its not a big thing to me , after all … I had just heard the same sound a few hours earlier. The best thing about that kind of fuck is? It lasts two minutes , at a cost of about 100,000 per plunge into my cunt.

Well not my cunt.

But it could be mine, if I so chose. I choose not to though. As I explained to the gentleman above seeking a total financially ruining commitment to Mistress Wael and myself , he’ll destroy himself emotionally and financially if he makes the full time cuckold jump with a mistress who is in it for just the money.

The hardest part of being a mistress lately has been to guide these guys down off the ledge after I’ve brought them to the brink.

I could have not one house but fifty right now if I so wanted. I could have had either a harem of full time slaves who discarded their lives to serve me and pay me with all their salaries , or I could have entertained one at a time for a few months taking the 1.5 million down payment for such a service … before kicking them out without recourse of action. That letter above? I have hundreds just like it , mostly from guys who have fallen too far down the rabbit hole with me and become financially suicidal with their addiction.

You’ll notice on my Twitter that I long ago stopped throwing my hat into the ring of Financial Domination. I can’t do it , I can’t discard the moral responsibility I have for the heart of a man who’s fallen for the games I play. Because that’s what they are , just games. I play a dangerous game of seduction and mind fuckery , and I play it so well that it blurs the line between fantasy and reality. It’s immeasurably pleasureful for you , until it becomes an addiction, and in most cases it does become an addiction.

Again, from my first page : “With me, you’ll use your safe word when you surpass the limit of your pleasure, not the limit of your pain.”

I lied.

You won’t use your safe word, because you’ll want to see just how far the rabbit hole goes with you and I. But that’s fine.

I’ll be there to catch you on the other end. I promise.

xx

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December 1, 2017
Juice !

When seducing people be they a man or a woman, there is one ingredient that is ten times more powerful than catnip , that when used correctly can cause them to lose their sanity and melt where they sit.

We’re talking about Pussy Juice here , specifically – the juice from my pussy. The trick is , how to use it in a session and still retain the elusive qualities of a mistress? Well the one thing I’ve noticed lately is that men absolutely cannot stand it when it’s someone else besides them that makes me wet between my legs , and on a couple of occasions I used that damming feeling to my advantage with great results. Like a good scientist , I’m here to report to you the findings of my little two experiments , but they come with a caveat, or a disclaimer if you will.

If you think you’re going to order up pussy juice as a menu item for our session , think again Romeo.

Guys you have to remember that if I wrote about every session , this blog would be full of two a day stories describing the exact same tactics used in Tease & Denial, and you’d all be bored Ad Nauseam on the subject. So if you could graph all my sessions on a Bell Curve , you’d find that I only write about the rare ones that occur at either end of the spectrum – and that’s because they’re the most fun to write about as to me they were meaningful. I either did something new , or there was an effect that I had not experienced before and I’m eager to relay that in my writings the next day. Sadly, there are a great many of you who get terrified of these rare recounts and lose the plot … which is that nearly all of my sessions are about normal seductive Tease & Denial , sessions so soft and romantic that you’d mistake female domination for falling in love.

So with that being said, it’s the rare person indeed who gets to experience a session where my pussy juice is involved , there were two such sessions that happened this week and for the first time in a month I felt motivated enough to sit down and write about it.

The first was with a young twenty four year old English dude named Brett who bravely asked to forego dinner in our four hours together in lieu of taking me out dancing after I had given him a serious case of blue balls in his session. When your balls hurt so much that you can’t walk straight , that means you’ve intrigued me enough to embark on a journey that is much deeper than an explosive happy ending. Brett , you’re not that cute dude , I took you dancing not for your looks but for your strange insistence that we not include Mistress Wael in our session because anything with the potential of lesbian action was a strict turn off for you.

You asked me if I knew beforehand if I was going to tease you in the way I did on the dance floor and the answer is , yes – of course … I just didn’t know with who.

We ran into one of my long lost girlfriend’s there, she’s the one with the gaping mouth in the photo as she looks at what I’m doing to her girlfriend , and that was the tonic I needed to make the evening perfect. I could instantly feel Brett withdraw like a turtle into it’s shell once the evening became less about him and more about me hooking up with my estranged gf Sky and her buddy. As much as the kid loves one on one encounters with his Mistress , he’s equally taken back once a second pussy is introduced into the mix , or in this case, three pussies in total.

So while the four of us were seated just off stage I turned to him and whispered into Brett’s ear, “I’m going to make one of these two girls cum right at this table , you tell me which one you want to see squirt” and then I bit the same ear I was whispering into just to send that needed shiver down his neck.

He bit his upper lip for a moment , not necessarily from indecision but more so from the boldness of my statement. Then he glanced over at my two friends and flicked his eye over at Rose having made his selection. Now Rose wasn’t Thai , she was from a place called the Faroe Islands which admittedly I had to look up when I got back home that night having never heard of it. She had pretty blonde hair and a shapely physique , but god it was her shyness that turned me on something fierce. She hadn’t said a word to me after I was introduced , but she kept looking at me with these glances she thought went unnoticed.

Note: I notice everything when I’m out. It’s one of my traits, I’m just keenly aware of the tiniest hints people are throwing off , I guess it’s what makes me a great people reader.

I had an inkling then that she’d be open to any playful advance and by that time in the evening we were all tipsy so the social lubricant was running just as amok as was the lubricant running down my leg when I stood up and walked over to her. Our little ledge which was serving as the table for us and our drinks was off in the back corner of the club and thus was a shade darker and more private than anywhere else. I placed my phone in Brett’s hand and told him to take a photo if he sees anything that pleases him. His jaw was just as slack as Sky’s when I began dancing in front of Rose in the sexiest way I could move my body.

She pretended to laugh , a disguise for her true emotion which was one of curiosity and if I was guessing right … a hint of lust.

There’s a certain boldness about me that comes with having seduced over 10,000 men over the past half decade. People are as equally perplexed by it as they are sexually turned on. There’s an Alpha Female inside of me that very few women have. Oh perhaps the fake business woman has it , a personna she has had to develop at the work place to compete with men , but that’s a survivalist personality at best , whereas I’m the fucking queen of the jungle with how brazen I am around people.

I stepped over Rose’s leg so that it was between mine and as I shook my ass in front of her I dipped lower and lower in my grind so that her leg slid higher and higher up my crotch. I never took my eye off hers as my fingers felt for the lining of my panties and slid them down my leg. Gracefully I stepped out of them and tossed them over to Brett to hold for me as I went in for the kill. My hands started at her cheeks and caressed her breasts as they passed lower towards her waist to rest daintily at her thighs. I sat down ever so lightly on her leg and lifted off as I leaned in for my first kiss on her surprised but puckered lips.

Then I turned to Brett as I wiped my finger on her leg and held it up for him to see.

“What?” he said as he leaned in to ask.

“Lick” I replied, and I tilted my finger toward his mouth. His eyes lit up when his taste buds got a whiff of the unmistakable taste of pussy juice on his tongue.

“He likes my juice” I said turning back to Rose. She was busy watching the path of my wet finger as it went from his mouth to down between her legs and a quick second later found itself in and up around the inside of her clit. Before she could resist or react I plunged my tongue into her mouth and I could feel her panting for air as my finger pressed hard and furious against her g spot. Maybe I’m wrong , but I don’t think the girl had ever had someone find her g spot the way I did. She was shuddering in my mouth for the whole minute and I pulled back off her lips with mine to look her in the eye … just to see them roll back as she bucked with her pelvis on my leg and then … whoosh … a gush of her cum splashed down her leg and onto mine while both Brett and Sky looked on in disbelief.

“Oh my fucking god” said Rose as her head stopped spinning long enough to look at the mess down her thigh.

“Brett” i said, calling him over like an obedient dog. “Show her to the washroom , and then take care of your cock before you come back.”

“Cock? Why?” he blurted.

I grabbed his bulge and his balls with my dry cupped hand and smeared his face with my soaking wet one. “Because when you lick your lips and think of what you just saw in the bathroom stall , you’re going to spew your spunk all over your hand … which is fine, bring it back unwashed so I can see it.”

“Really?” he asked in disbelief while licking his face with his outstretched tongue.

“Ya .. really … slave boy , now go do it before your balls explode.” I laughed.

Would have been a perfect ending to the whole event had it ended right at that second but he sort of ruined it by starting to bleep out “yes mistress” but I caught what he was saying mid speech and stopped him abruptly with a cracking slap across his face. It bugs me that men say “yes mistress” because it makes them feel better about their role and I hate anything and everything that gives a man dominion over his self satisfaction. That slap confused the fuck out of the two girls and when the stupid fucker almost said the fucking words again I smacked his balls with an uppercut. Like , take the fucking hint the first time Brett. If someone slaps you that hard across the face … here’s a hint and a half for your ass … it’s not because she’s role playing with you. The guy almost lets the cat out of the bag about what I do for a living and that could have been catastrophic.

Luckily I sort of explained it away with the typical “he’s being an asshole” which may or may not have worked , but point is, it destroyed the charisma of that moment between her and I .. it was something I wanted to savor but idiot boy fucking ruined it. That’s fine, next session his balls are being introduced to my wooden flogger. If I must , I’ll beat intelligence into my slaves , because with most of them it sure as fuck doesn’t come naturally.

So ya, that’s how my pussy juice got used in the first instance. The second , quite a bit more prolonged.

If you don’t already know from previous blogs , I’m terribly attracted to Chris Hemmsworth the actor , you might know him better as Thor from The Avengers. Of all guys in the world I want to be fucked silly by , he’s at the top of the list. If I ever saw the guy I’d stride up to him , grab him by his tie and with a yank I’d order him to fuck me like a whore.

Remember boys when you were back in grade school and your dick would get rock hard as you stood in the playground rubbing trading cards of Charlie’s Angels against your pants? Well that’s how I feel about Chris , and I specifically go to see Avenger movies just to get moist between my legs. Then I go home and scratch the hell out of my pussy imagining him fucking me. Probably more info than you need to know ; that’s what you’re thinking right? Well you do need to know that because I used that wetness in one of my last sessions.

Pray tell you say?

Well I got this dude who was asking for a session to take me to the movies recently and not wanting to say no to his mistress he obliged like a good little pet. Ya sure he was missing out on his session in the bedroom but by saying yes he was gambling that I had something planned for him other than a free afternoon at the movies. Key word there is afternoon. No way I’d do what I did in the evening as the place is packed and I’d be front page headline material for sure.

But a 3pm showing in the afternoon at the newly built EmQuartier theaters has a movie theater all to one’s self as there’s nary a soul in the room. It’s like having the whole place to yourself and it’s often ruined by going alone which I always do as I like to actually bad-talk movies as they’re playing , finding the comedy in the scenes where none was intended. To escape the loneliness of sitting alone I often choose the closer Terminal 21 movie theaters so I can have some company in the form of strangers , but that particular afternoon I needed the chance to be alone with my slave boy.

There we were watching the movie in silence as I paid no attention to my quite handsome looking date for the afternoon , and I was guessing that like a starved mouse , he’d eat up any scrap of attention thrown his way.

Truth be told, I wasn’t watching the movie so much as I was imagining me inhaling Chris’s dick balls deep every time he was on screen. When I couldn’t take it anymore my left hand slapped down on this guy’s right and I yanked it down between my legs where the heat was the temperature of a furnace.

“Lick my juice.”

“What? Seriously?” Boys, here’s another hint an a half for your ass : when a girl demands you lick her pussy juice from her fingers , don’t fucking hesitate as offers like that come around as often as Haley’s comet does. Just stick your fingers in your mouth and suck.

His fingers lapped up most of the wetness outside of my panties and he sat there sucking on his digits for the better part of a minute. Then he looked at me with that oh so fantastic “so what the fuck do I do with this moment” clueless look on his face. I love those moments when the girl has taken so much control over the moment that the guy has absolutely nothing in his database of experiences to compare it to. Dumbfounding men is what I do best.

The first of 100 …#spanking #erotica #femdom pic.twitter.com/Z3LkoLx9EF

— ThaiGoddessJaa (@FemDom_Khaleesa) November 22, 2017

“I want that guy to fuck me right here , right now in this theater.” I said straight faced.

“You want to fuck me right now?” he said all confused.

“Not you idiot, him” and I pointed at Chris on the screen. “You can’t make me wet like this , can you?”

Not only did I simultaneously cuckold the guy and lock him in the friends zone for life , but I also challenged his manliness.

“I can if you let me.”

Then I let all the air out of his bag by saying “Look at your cock , it’s rock hard from feeling me get wet by another man, why would I let a guy like that make me wet?”

No answer.

“Touch me again” and I opened my legs a bit to show him where exactly. This time , like a doggy being made to sniff his own poo because he missed the litter box , he dipped his hand around my pussy and came up with wetness again.

“Eat your popcorn with that hand now, it’s the closest you’ll get to eating me.” I laughed.

I have an evil laugh. Those of you on my email list got sent the recent video of that laugh in my spanking video. The one on Twitter I had to edit out my laugh , sadly , but the responses all week have been the same .. “such an evil laugh you have …..”

It’s true. I get off on making guys rock hard with no immediate chance of relief.

Like I said at the beginning , guys have a secret love hate relationship with the feeling of a girl they covet getting wet over someone else other than themselves. They outwardly hate it , but secretly , deep inside, they are turned on by it like nothing else in the world.

It’s just juice boys. Catnip on acid.

And I use it to drive you mad. Cheers !

xx

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November 30, 2017
Cuckold Session | Chapter 2
Cuckold Session Chapter 2 is a continuation of Chapter 1 here.

[dropcap style=”dropcap4″ color=”pink”]B[/dropcap] oston had excused himself to go to the washroom and I had gone to the hotel room fridge for a bottle of water to cool myself down. The hot sticky muddy air of Bangkok had not let up even though it was well after 4am and ever since getting out of the taxi I found my body was tossing out sweat the way water would drop from a wrung sponge. Standing there gulping down the water by myself with cuckold guy so motionless on the bed in front of me he seemed as good as dead and with Boston taking longer than expected in the bathroom I felt like the wind had been let out of my ship’s sails and the night was drifting aimlessly for a moment badly needing direction.

I left the half empty bottle on top of the fridge and went to fetch Boston from the bathroom and upon opening the door to see what he was up to i caught him propped over the sink with his left elbow holding him up and his right hand working his dick with his jeans and underwear hanging around his knees.

“I can’t do anything with a guy in the room, i can’t even get it up in here” he cussed with frustration spanking his thing around like it was a tether ball. Seeing him standing there like that for me was hot and tempted as I was to say something trivially smart like how ‘I’ could make him hard I instead went for something a little bit bigger to cure my desire.

There are two things that turn me on so much that when I play with myself alone in my room they are the only two things that I allow into my mind to fantasize about. One is obviously the need to take control of the situation and have the man wrapped around my finger or have him willfully submit or beg me. The second fantasy is considerably harder to explain, I really cannot put into words why I have had this fantasy since a very very young age. It doesn’t mesh, isn’t symbiotic with, nor supports my first desire of having the man under my control at all. It’s such a polar opposite desire that I have spent many a night pondering why the seed exists in my mind in the first place. I’m talking about the desire to be raped.

It’s not that i need a man to control me or be dominant with me, I’ve had that with many lovers already. It’s not that I want to be slapped or hurt either. Not once has my fantasy ever materialized in a dream with me being hurt. What I can summarize is that it comes from dominating men so much that it’s almost like i’m daring one of them to fight me back and give me a challenge. None have. The moment men realize that the pussy they are after is not as accessible as they had thought they shy away at the challenge. Yes for most it would be a useless challenge but just like the same 100 men who send me an introduction letter to my dating site profile, one of those guys will eventually be a winner. Eventually i have to choose one right?

So many men have fallen into the faceless abyss of men begging to see me on my Line that I hardly ever see a message that interests me anymore. So suddenly while looking at Boston’s sexy body in the bathroom bent over holding his cock I got the urge to make him the guy that would give me my fantasy. I wanted this to be that minute because if he could make it real enough, I desperately wanted to know what the cuckold would do. Would he in fact, upon sensing that I was being forcefully raped beside him, let go of his cuckold role and come to my aid, or is the cuckold mindset so strong that he would remain useless to me unless directly instructed by me to come help. The latter of the two possible scenarios being what I was hoping for, an act of such deep submission that would cater to my first fantasy while if Boston could simulate the rape properly I would simultaneously be getting my second fantasy. The orgasm from that would be spectacular.

With both hands holding the doorway i leaned in a little closer to Boston so he could hear me whisper my challenge, “if you can get these jeans off of me and find a way to get your cock an inch into my pussy i’ll let you fuck me” That got his attention immediately, his face looked like a teacher had just woken him up in class and was trying to make sense of what had been asked of him.

He only said “whoa hold it a minute” turning to face me at the doorway.

Dammit it’s like going fishing and seeing the fish follow the lure back to the boat but not biting. Curious, but not hungry enough … yet.

“whoa” meant more than any words i could come back with to entice him to go forward with my idea. Putting myself in his shoes for a second I got a sense that his desire for my pussy wasn’t nearly enough to excuse the strangeness of this situation I had put him in. There was already another man in the room which was already attacking a male taboo, to ask him to force me out of my pants could look like a setup perhaps. I’m Thai, and worse, I’m a Thai lady, and that carries so many stereotypes with it that life is always like starting a game being down 4-0 to begin always. I needed to do something to suggest I was anything but a stereotypical Thai girl and the only thing that came to mind was to propose that this whole thing was a bad idea and that i’d rather just go home for the evening.

I turned away from him dejectedly and marched over to the bed to put on my high heel shoes, thereafter picking up my black hand purse from the night table beside the bed.

“whoa whoa where are you going, what are you doing?” he said stepping in front of me with his arms out like a traffic cop.

“I shouldn’t have said that, bad idea, let’s just call it off here cuz i’m gonna go home.” making my voice sound as disinterested and my body actions as distracted as I possibly could. For as long as there have been humans the male mind and his dick have been at war. From his dick comes primal desires, and the actions that his penile brain is in constant turmoil to control but it’s the higher thoughts from the human brain that bring the dick only woe and grief. The strings of reason in between those two realms are hopelessly flimsy and its there inside that forever weakened space that I attack.

He pushed his cork back into his waterskin locking it inside with a snap of his pant waist button. With his zoo animal secured he reached out to my shoulder. “I can do that” Boston offered.

“Too late” i said brushing his hand off my blouse instead bending down to put on my shoes giving him a nice look at my ass in doing so. “Let me” was his reply breathing out forcefully through his nose as both hands grabbed around my waist looking for my zipper. But the grip was playful akin to how an old man would embrace his walker, not nearly as forceful as I wanted him to hold me.

I slipped into my Goddess skin as quickly as a chameleon changes its colors and turning quickly to catch him by surprise I slapped him across his face, maybe a bit too hard as the momentum of my spin added to the force and his head snapped violently for a second to his right. He hesitated for half a heartbeat, and then grabbed for the front of my jeans.

I”m forty something kilos soaking wet and yet he had yanked me with the force of someone moving a training dummy in a gym. So much so that my head snapped backward momentarily before accelerating into his chin just as he was leaning in to kiss me. The comical aftermath of the collision caused him to stagger backwards into the foyer wall and I saw a trickle of blood pour down his heavily cut lip to his chin and splash on the floor beside a tiny black spider which had been making its way across the room. It looked up and said emphatically “STOP, breaking the fourth wall is a bad idea.”

Agreed, but it has to be done. Because if I had told you from the start that ‘Boston’ is my boyfriend, well you wouldn’t all have your dicks in your hand while you’re reading this like you all do. When it comes to eroticism, guys say it isn’t like it is … but it do. Since this is an actual recount of what went on in that session I’ve gotta tell you that seeing my boyfriend, a One FC fighter, one who has never been knocked out, standing there slumped against the wall with his eyes rolled to the back of his head and blood streaming down his chin onto the floor was one of the single most horrifying and yet hilarious moments of my life.

A short list of things that were running through my mind at that very second:

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- If I have to call an ambulance because he’s knocked out in a room with a mistress and a tied up cuckold that’ll pretty much be on every newspaper in South East Asia by the morning and most likely end his fighting career. I have aspirations of being the most famous mistress in the region but not like that.
- I, Miss 5 foot whatever and 45 kilos soaking wet had knocked this Goliath of a man out on his feet, kind of making me David without having to go through an awkward sex transformation. Cool.
- Ten feet away from me, slumped over a hotel bed has got to be one suddenly terrified cuckold who’s about to make a run for it -naked and hands bound – to the lift down the hall. Did I just limit the press coverage of this session gone wrong to South East Asia? Ya, this is New York Times kinda stuff going down in real time.
- One fucking week of careful preparation had just flown out the window in a nanosecond. You think arranging a perfect cuckold fantasy for my client is easy? You have no idea the amount of coercing I had to do to not only trick Boston to fly in to see me but to then to get him to agree to fuck in front of this guy – well I had to throw in a rape fantasy to sweeten the pot.
- Finally, my last but most important thought was that I was fucking horny as hell a moment ago and I had as much pussy sweat dropping on the floor from my leg as my boy had blood dropping on the floor from his nose. Nonetheless, I wanted to get laid. Badly.
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I quickly tallied up what I still had going for me. One, thankfully Boston didn’t fall over and crack his head on the floor so not having a concussed boyfriend with brain leakage was a big plus. Two, the fucking realism of the situation for the cuckold must have been at a record breaking high and I’ll be dammed if I was going to let something that spectacular slip away. Be it accidental or not the session had a chance to go from being a Ford to a Bentley, but I had to act fast.

So I did. I laughed. Then just before Boston came to his wits and blurted out “what the fuck …” to ruin everything by shouting out my real name … I slapped him.

Then of course I did what every sensible tiny person would do after bitch slapping The Hulk, I ran … towards the bed but I gave Boston’s dick a quick squeeze through his jeans before I did hoping he’d pick up on the improvisational cue.

Ya it was a risky thing to do but let me tell you about the rules of poker when it comes to men. “Hulk Fuck” trumps “Hulk Smash” any day of the week. As I hit the bed and slumped over it I pulled my jeans down a hair just at the last second which is like hanging a crane magnet over a car … my ass being the magnet, Boston’s dick being the car.

My heart thumped to the cadence of his steps as he raced across the room and after he jerked my shirt half way up my back I felt more the drip of warm blood on my back than I felt my jeans being yanked down to my ankles. I looked up at the cuckold guy to see his face a foot away from mine on the other side of the bed, his forehead completely covered with beads of sweat. He must have been in that zone where time stands still for he never blinked once as he shifted his gaze from me at first and then to this huge cut muscled guy taking me from behind with blood dripping off his chin onto my back.

When Boston rested his dick against my ass it was the horniest moment of my life. Not only were we playing out a rape fantasy that we had talked about for ages but we were doing it in front of a cuckold that was surely experiencing the most terrifying moment of his life.

It wasn’t at all how I had planned to set it up, which in retrospect would have seemed fake as hell, but I had somehow reached that moment which begged the question I wanted answered in the first place.

As Boston pushed my head to the bed I looked at cucky sideways with a fake grimace and forced out an equally fake gasp as I asked him with a quiver in my voice ..

“He’s going to fuck me, are you going to do something about it?” and then I continued after a slight pause, “or are you going to just watch?”

…. continued in Chapter 3 later.

Meanwhile , who’s the sexiest ladyboy of these 5? Read the story, or just cast your vote. Thanks.

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Jaa xx

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September 16, 2015
Cuckold Session | Chapter 1

This Cuckold session is truly one of my top 10 sessions ever. It started out as a dinner & dancing session and ended up being a Cuckold Session with my customer cowering under the bed sheets of his hotel room crying at 4am. I’ve told you many times before that i will never accept being someone’s second choice or an option. I know what I deserve from a man, and that’s his full attention, respect, and commitment but unfortunately 99% of the male population is unable to come close to offering that which I expect.

So here was my customer who had booked me for a 3 day session of “just pure submission” he said and since I really hate to be in the condo for more than 2 hours when i’m doing a session I thought the night would be better spent going out for dinner and then taking him dancing afterwards. After all, if you think the best place I can tease you in is the bedroom then you just haven’t been dancing with me yet 555. I knew that 3 hours on the dance floor would have him so horny that he’d do anything for me when we got back to his hotel room and I had planned to tease him until the sun came up the next morning.

Dinner went well, I took him to my favorite romantic place to eat, Above Eleven, and before even sitting down I had ordered us the Japanese Eel with Shell Fish and a Salmon with Cream Cheese dish to go with my Watermelon juice and his water but it hadn’t gone unnoticed by me that as I was ordering my date was looking at the many beautiful women that were in the place. Other than bad breath, the only other instant turn-off for me is wandering eyes. I can understand the normal monkey man as Jaa likes to call them acting like that because it’s their neanderthal nature, and it’s true as most men are just evolved apes with smaller dicks, but for a submissive man who is my customer to start checking out girls … well that had to be punished.

I don’t like meaningless punishment. It’s why although I can hit just as hard as any other mistress can in the world i choose mental torture as my weapon and i’m quite sure that very few in the world are better than me at playing with men’s minds. I’m a nice girl 99% of the time but if you mess with me i am downright evil. The last man I broke up with as my real boyfriend? He has 2 more years of hell left before he is free of how much I got my revenge on him for making me a second choice. The 6 months of setting that sting up was well worth the 36 months of payback I am getting now. The point is, if a man thinks he can get away with playing his games on me he’s gonna get it back 100 times worse. So I had it on my mind right at dinner that his wandering eyes were going to be paid back tenfold and as I sucked on my salmon like Jennifer did in Flashdance and ran my foot up and down his leg under the table, behind my teasing eyes my thoughts were only about how to get his full attention for the last two days of the date. I was about to turn his mistress / boyfriend request into a lifestyle experience he will never forget.

As we walked into the dance club later that night I grabbed his hand and put it on my ass as we pushed by the crowd to get to the dance floor. That’s a touch of poison that make most men obsessed with me because let’s face it; there are girl’s asses and then there’s my ass. But no, fuck. This guy even when he is dancing with me is looking at these other girls who can’t compare to me … really. So after a night of having 100’s of Carter Burke‘s trying to talk me up finally I get a tall Swedish guy with washboard abs and a chunky lump in his tight white surfer pants pressing up against me that made me lose my mind almost immediately. Then as it always happens for me as soon as i turn and get into dancing with him another handsome guy tries to get my attention with his black t-shirt and his Boston hat and both equally tall i could just melt into their chests if they played a slow song. As Sweden and Boston sandwiched me on the dance floor i looked over at a very sad looking customer that suddenly only had eyes for me finally so I gave him something to stare at now that I had his attention. I put my ass to Boston and smiled with a shrug of my shoulders to Sweden to let him know I had made my choice and it took him a minute to get the message but he disappeared into the crowd leaving me to get super sexy with my Boston guy.

Forty minutes later I found my customer sitting by himself having given up on the dance floor and he was into his third or fourth drink of something dark that was helping suck the mood out of his night.

“i’m going to fuck him” i shouted in his ear over the music.

“who? the guy … that guy with the hat? why? he asked ripping off three questions in a row with his face getting equally stunned with each one passing through his lips.

“So here’s what’s gonna happen” said me as i began to lay out this idea in my mind that was suddenly very exciting to me as I was thinking it up on the spot in front of him. I don’t know why either, I think it was just the alpha-male handsomeness of Boston that made me look at my customer like he truly didn’t deserve anything from me other than to be at my feet the rest of the night. He passed a weak vibe to me sitting there alone slouched over his drink and I just got the feel right there and then that I could do anything with this guy and he would go along with it. Of course if he didn’t and chose to cancel the other two days of his session it would mean a lot of lost money for me but i didn’t care. Deep down i’m a mistress 24/7 and it’s a predatory instinct i possess that forces me to act out these instincts when I get them. It’s like this video i’m gonna show you, I simply take what I want from men like her.

“You’re gonna go back to the hotel and pass out on the edge of the bed like you are drunk” which if everything worked as I wanted to would give me more than enough room as the beds at ALoft hotel here in Bangkok are massive. I gave him a moment, looking eye to eye, to think about it. I could smell the rum on his breath as I leaned in closer to him to stroke his hair and play with his smooth baby face cheeks. Glancing up, i saw the Sweden guy behind us sitting at the bar looking at me shaking his head presumptuously in disapproval before he flipped me the finger. Noted for later.

“Look-it, i’m not going to let you take that guy back to my room and bang him in front of me” he stated with his last hurrah as a customer but a reach down between his pants with my right hand gave me the true answer I was looking for.

“Then why are you hard babe?”

“I’m not hard i’m mad.” he insisted, obviously not wanting to submit so fast but his hard dick betrayed him so really it was just a matter of time and authority before i got him to leave. The recipe for him doing so required a pinch of humiliation with a spoonful of desire. After glancing around to make sure that nobody in particular was watching I kept hold of his dick in my right hand while my left hand slid up under my skirt to my thigh and came down holding the waist of my panties. I turned around showing him my divine ass and had to release his cock temporarily to pull down the other side until my soft black silk panties from La Senza were dangling from a finger in front of his face.

“Open your mouth my Cuckold”

He did so without hesitation. Like being ordered to walk the plank on a pirate ship he was starting to succumb to his destiny. Albeit, having to take my sweaty panties into his mouth is a far better fate than having to jump into the middle of the ocean. Or maybe not? lol

His jaw dropped like a broken mechanism opening in small quivering slots one slightly bigger than the last until there was enough space to slip my panties fully into his mouth, afterwards moving back a step to admire my work.

“Now you are not to look in the direction of the room door when you sleep and at no point are you to move your head to look. You will lie there and simply use your imagination only to picture what is happening on the other side of the bed. Which means as well that you are not allowed to move your arms to grab your dick so if you want to jerk off while i’m getting laid you better have your hand on your dick while you’re alone and we come in.”

I cupped his balls under his tiny little hard dick and added, “if you do as I say i’ll reward you later with something special” having of course no idea what that something special might be, i just said it to place the seed of thought that there might be pleasure at the end of the torment. These little seeds that i plant often grow to be enormous trees of thought in a man’s mind. The seed can be as simple as a well timed moan, or as complex as a perfectly chosen word at the end of a session but both can occupy the man’s mind for hours, days or even weeks after I’ve left him to ponder it. I know it’s evil and that just by saying that i’ll grow the ire of the monkey man legions that war from the shelter of the YouTube comment section :

That’s fine, no venom spewed can mask the truth of the seed’s power. Men chase the pussy, the finer the pussy the more desperate the chase, and desperate men will do desperate things regardless the nomenclature of their personality’s classification.

Like sending a horse away with a slap of it’s ass i sent him on his way with a squeeze of his dick and took a moment to soak in the high that comes from those moments of full domination. That high is a story or a thesis rather for another day, and not until I have dominion over my own domain will I go there, but one day it needs to be discussed. For now let’s just say i am well aware of it’s all consuming power.

He left with such an absurd look of disgust on his face that i wasn’t all too sure he wouldn’t just check out back at the hotel ending my little game rather quickly. I have faith in the seed, it needed time to grow so though my legs were sore from 3 hours or more of dancing I had another hour to kill before going home. I needed less than a minute however to convince Boston it would be a better idea to go back to the hotel for the night. Men would eat dog food if it meant there was the possibility of pussy at the end of the meal, so Boston didn’t need much convincing that my “ex boyfriend” would be passed out in the hotel room because i had broken up with him. He’d probably fuck me in front of his mom and dad so having a chance to do me in front of a grovelling ex was easy to pass off. It did take some convincing though. He originally wanted to go back to his condo in Silom which actually being closer to my place wasn’t a bad idea, but i really wanted to play this cuckold idea out so I actually pleaded with him to play with me at the hotel room instead, preferring to talk to his dick brain i put my hand inside his thigh as I asked and got kissed for his reply of yes.

I played poker many a night in Australia with my classmates and I know that as strong as a hand I have, it can all be done in by a nasty flip of the river card and going all in like I had done so far could leave me broke and alone. Just so. But before leaving to play my hand at the hotel there was one little piece of business I had yet to settle. It hadn’t gone unnoticed by me that after my submissive had left, Sweden guy had found himself a girl and she although quite sexily dressed would look rather normal standing next to me outside ordering food from a street vendor. I asked Boston to go outside and get me a green tea because i needed some alone time. The place was closing, the lights turned on and suddenly all that was sexy and hot a few minutes ago was vanilla ugly for the most part and that included Sweden’s girl who was clinging to him like saran wrap on salad.

Walking right between them I grabbed Sweden by his shirt and pulled him to within an inch of my lips and waited for him to close the distance. When he did i turned my cheek and let him kiss my neck for a moment and then pushed him away gently laughing. His girl had disappeared without so much as a fight and he wasn’t so eager to chase after her with my neck on his lips lol. Timing Boston’s return perfectly I pushed Sweden off of me and stepped back and away from him flashing him the finger that he had saluted me with an hour earlier. Except it was closing time, and I was leaving with my guy while he was now leaving with no one.

“Who the hell is that” Boston asked me and i only had to say “someone not leaving with me” and he held my hand a little tighter after i said that. It’s criminal to control men at this level lol.

Going to the hotel i resisted the urge to sms my customer. Yes I could order him some more to make sure he would do exactly as I had asked but the thrill of opening the hotel room door and seeing him pretending to be passed out would be a much stronger act of submission to me. Still, the anticipation was making for an out of body experience almost as I didn’t feel as though I was even in the taxi until Boston leaned over to kiss me. To which I grabbed him by his jaw fiercely with my left hand and slapped his cheek with my right.

“Not unless I say you can.” and seeing the shocked look on his face returned my wandering soul to my body to deliver me the message that Boston had no idea he had been chosen by Mistress Pasaya, had no idea what that meant, and thus had to be initiated into the proper way of thinking. It’s like a lottery when trying to gauge the reaction of a man to an action that comes from the mistress side of me. The Alpha-males think it’s a kinky challenge the degenerates into a non-winnable fight, while anyone less can be won over to being under my control with varying amounts of resistance. Let it be understood though, in its finality, resistance is indeed futile. Your patterns of male dominance will be assimilated by me and the empty husk of who you were will be commanded by me. I guess i am truly the Borg queen haha.

Opening the door to the hotel room was like the opening of the curtains at the beginning of the movie, the next two hours ahead full of surprise with no idea where the film will take me. It was however my movie, written directed and acted by me and my supporting actor was dutifully laying face down in his corner of the bed curled up in a fetal position under the blanket. Now men have this cock block problem that doesn’t allow them to get hard when in proximity of other men. So laying down on the bed and doing something together romantically right next to my cuckold wasn’t going to happen without Boston trying to shoot pool with a rope. There had to be both reason not to get close to cuckold and enough emotion to make him forget about cuckold. We could fool around in the bathroom of course but that wouldn’t be as powerful an experience for the cuckold as it would be doing it right beside him.

In a way that’s good for him isn’t it? For the cuckold his enjoyment comes from being humiliated by not being able to serve me in any way sexually, and the more i can rub that in his face the more exciting it is for him. Probably i would think not when it’s happening right beside him, we are all human and experience similar emotions. So for the cuckold, pain of rejection would be the same as it would be for someone else. The difference however lays in the memory of what happened days after coupled with the expectation that the whole experience must be relived again soon if it was a relationship and not just a session. However in this case because what happened in that hotel room was so bizarre and so far from what I had scripted, well, let’s say that pain of rejection was the furthest thing from his mind when the cuckolding went down. Replaced certainly by his fear of all the blood he saw creeping toward him on the bed sheets, a memory token of which I carry with the scar on my scalp to this day.

Cuckold story continues in Chapter 2 here

Jaa xx

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April 28, 2015
Cuckolding | The Intellectual Sex Fetish

Cuckolding – The Intellectual Sex Fetish … otherwise known as Take my wife please, Sir! 555

So Cuckolding what is it? Cuckolding is one of my favorite fetishes but since it’s more of a lifestyle fetish rather than a session fetish my chances to have a Cuckold session are not many. Now yesterday i finished the last day of a 4 day mistress | boyfriend style session where he wanted to know what it would be like to have a mistress for a girlfriend and so I introduced him to the world of Cuckolding which caused him to cry and leave on the first day. But like a good little Cuckolding boy should do, he came crawling back after a night by himself when he realized that this was truly his place in life. So let’s get to what Cuckolding actually is before I write my longer story about what happened over the last 4 days which had a shocking ending!

When you hear your wife or girlfriend moan with pleasure while she has sex with another man, don’t you just feel so useless—then even more useless after that? When your girl tells you that the other man is much better at sex than you ever were, you feel worse, right? But of course you do: You arranged this encounter or at least participate on a voluntary (or sometimes involuntary) basis because you are a CUCK! This is what Cuckolding is about, enduring the shame of pleasing your lady in every way except sexually.

Aha yes, but like squeezing a lemon over my salad i’m always trying to squeeze the last drop of bitterness onto my plate. So the question for me has always been, how do I take cuckolding from its definition to something that squeezes more juice out of the situation for him. After all, what is bdsm at its core? It’s the process of extracting greater feeling out of relationships, encounters, and sessions.

Thus, if he just fucks her and goes home, that’s one thing, right? But if they fuck for an hour, then have an intellectual relationship where they sit and talk for two hours afterward, it hurts a lot more, don’t you think?

In this respect:

cuckolding attracts “the very highly educated,”

It being truly intellectual in its enterprise because it replaces sexual touch with humiliation and emotional pain, both of which are psychological.

So i’m looking to take cuckolding’s common definition of wives or girlfriends having sex with other men, with their husbands’ permission … to an experience that goes far beyond sex voyeurism. An experience allowed by me because i simply don’t need my client’s permission as you will find out shortly when i tell you the details of this week’s session.

You see, a true Cuckold will accept the situation, regardless as to whether he likes it or not! Or, to put it bluntly, my Cuckold will do as he is told, when he is told!

Obviously if you have a tiny useless dick there is no way you will ever get near my pussy. What would be the point? I would not be able to feel you inside me and sucking your dick would be like having candy in my mouth lol.

That is not to say you tiny dicks out there cannot be of some use.

I need someone to wash my clothes and iron them prior to going on a date. There is also make-up to be done and my dinner to be on the table when I come home……If I come home!

What about when my lovers stay over? Someone needs to get their beer from the fridge, cook their meals, clean their dick, and my pussy from big cock cum.

When we go out I’ll need a tiny dick to go fetch the drinks (and pay for them) while I check-out the hot talent (translated as hot guys with big dicks) at the club.

So, tiny useless dicks, you do have your uses and can win a place in my heart by doing exactly what you are good at and leaving mattress gymnastics to a real man with a big cock.

The dagger to your heart is that I will find you intellectually stimulating in all other ways and it will appear that I am completely in love with you, and who knows maybe I am. I have only had the pleasure of a 3 day and a 4 day trial at this lifestyle so far. Anyways, i have found the combination of beauty, intelligence, and cuckolding makes for an experience that is as my last customer just wrote to me … “unbearably enjoyable”.

Jaa xx

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April 27, 2015