Cum on … I don’t know how safe this is to do but I’ve recently discovered a way to make any man cum in waves – and by waves I mean no less than 6 waves of the biggest cum shots I’ve ever seen.
I’ve even gotten 10 gigantic cum shots out of this technique, and nobody’s died yet so that’s a plus lol.
So first let me tell you what I do to get this massive load out of a slave and then I’ll tell you the evil way I use this newfound knowledge to my benefit – which is what I really want to write about but first thing’s first right?
This requires two sessions back to back within hours of one another and no pee break in between. As well either a chastity device or absolute trust is needed so it’s something I can’t do with everybody because – well , men are selfish and self-gratifying.
The trick , err – mean ploy that I use is quite simply to edge the slave’s cock for the full two hours of his first Tease & Denial session and when I let him cum instead of ruining it I just block the whole exit off after his balls start to tighten.
Now to do this right I have to do two things correctly which isn’t always easy – but when I get it right – bingo. (pardon me, this is for seo : cum and cum again and cum and cum again with cum , ok continue)
The first is to try to perfectly time that moment where the cum is about to release from the testicles – and what I mean by that is there’s a brief blip in time where the cum won’t settle back down into my slave’s balls and makes it’s own decision to ride the rocket – regardless of whether the outside stimulation is continuing or not.
It’s not. Being stimulated that is. Because I need to release the dick just a nano-second before to allow the cum to decelerate upon it’s ascent. Told you this is tricky.
Then, like you’ve seen Superman do in those Saturday morning cartoons way back when – I have to stop the volcano from erupting.
I do so by both squeezing the hell of the dick just under the head and stroking it downwards ever so slowly and at the same time pinching down on the hole at the top with my thumb to prevent as much from leaking out as I can.
Obviously some cum will escape but if I do it right the majority will sink back down and it will split with half leaking back to the balls and some spilling over to the pre-flight room where your piss is kept.
It’s an awful feeling and the most common thing I hear is “what the fuck?” when I pull this off properly to an unsuspecting slave. Like it just ruins their evening full stop.
I believe it’s the same general feeling as someone stiffling a morning yawn just as your mouth is wide open. A boyfriend did that to me one time and I backslapped him with my knuckles so hard I cut his lip open.
Why would I do that? Because no matter what I do after to try and coax that same yawn back out it just won’t happen and I get so pissed off.
That look of rage that I see in myself in the mirror at that moment – is what I see on my slave’s faces when I do this to them.
Now luckily I’m doing this only with guys who are booking me for either the 4 hour or the all day session which is very rarely.
Which means that I’m usually quite close with a slave booking me for that long as it’ll be quite long into the slave-mistress relationship that they’ll book me four or more hours. By extension : I don’t have to worry about any arguement as any slave who has known me for that long will know that me doing something like that is just par for the course at that point.
However, that doesn’t mean that I can trust him to not wank himself. Horny men who have had an orgasm not ruined but obliterated absolutely cannot be trusted so they must be chasticized. (<- is that even a word?)((locked up))
What all this does is (I think) combine the next orgasm with the remnants of the obliterated one and produces an orgasm that’s so strong it looks as if a farmer is tossing buckets of cow’s milk out of your cock hole.
Or you know those jackhammers that construction people use to break up concrete? Imagine that thing attached to your cock & balls and it hits a geiser deep in your nutsack producing your very own version of “Old Faithful.”
I shit you not man, I’ve had slaves who’ve gone home topless because as I was learning this I hadn’t the fore-knowledge yet to tell them to remove their shirt and it would get soaked in cum. (< – is fore-knowledge a word? or am I just re-defining Webster’s dictionary as I go here?)
Ah, there’s a trick though. Yup, another one. The slave has to be edged for quite a long time in his second session to ensure he’s so out of his gourd that the ensuing orgasm will be equally volumous. (ok at this point I’m dazzling myself with these new words, holy shit because that’s the first time I’ve ever used ‘volumous’)
(fuck it’s voluminous, so that’s three words I’ve pulled out of my ass)
Question, for myself. Why can I bang out 3-4 blog posts of 2000 words in a matter of minutes on my Loyalfans blog but it takes me literally forever to get to just 1000 words here? There’s something about writing here that doesn’t let me be me any longer – I have this voice in the back of my head that says “be perfect , this is a public post” and so words like voluminous come flying from my ass to my fingers somehow.
I need to write for jaa4u like I write for my Loyalfans subscribers – like an 18 wheeler going off the edge of a cliff and landing in a tire fire at the bottom. Whee, who gives a fuck. Anyways, I digress .
Ok so are we clear on how to extract the cum geiser? Yes? Good, let me show you how to use said geiser.
All this recipe needs is a session request from a new slave who’s never met me and says the magic word “sissy” or is even so bold as to admit he wants to suck cock.
Of course he’s referring to ladyboy cock but that ain’t happening.  See where I’m going with this? Are you smiling? I am haha.
Oh and I need a slave who knows about this technique to be in the city – which in the summer months isn’t always easy but I got lucky last week and the universe alligned nicely.
And – said experienced and well known slave has to be willing to have a blindfolded guy suck his dick. Which – if I may say – is GREATLY helped along by his great need to have a proper release after just having his first orgasm obliterated.
I just used the word great twice in one sentence didn’t I? Ok ok, I’m just gonna leave it, not tempted at all to be perfect and come up with a synonym for greatly. 2 hours to write 1219 measly words, sheesh.
So let’s zoom back in time to last week where this played out as I hoped it would – save the endless gagging and throwing up which lasted a good 10 minutes – that I wasn’t ready for.
Because this kid of *wince 21 years old ( ok I said it , it was a slow month ok and I said yes to the boy) had no idea what was in store for him, but we both did.
In fact, I think because I had done it with my experienced slave a month before and he had requested it again AND was so eager to cum and see the result … well the anticipation made everything go oh so well.
Cuz usually I try avoid at all costs having two dicks and four balls in the same room – which is why I had blindfolded the kid and told him “a ladyboy friend of mine is now going to make you suck her dick.”
Force !!! Force you !!! I had a chance to use the word force there and like a fucking Pavlonian trained dog I used “make you” instead of “force” becaue Loyalfans and Onlyfans has trained me to avoid using that word.
“This ladyboy friend of mine is going to force you to suck her dick” … and then I had to make sure my “ladyboy” re: my male slave … never spoke a word.
Now that I think about it I think the exact thing I said in the moment was “shove her dick down your throat” , meh , I’m sticking with ‘forced’ as a big fuck you middle finger to censorship on those sites.
Where was I? Ah yes. Want to know how long the 21 year old kid got to suck his first dick for?
Ok well I have this game called “30” ( because Mistress Wael has a game called 20 and I just HAD to beat her lol ) and slaves complain all the time that it’s an impossible game to win.
The rules are in my Twitter post here , take a sec and read them if you want.
Point is, like you see in the comments the complaint is that it’s impossible for a man to cum inside of 30 seconds. Bullshit.
It took mabye … maybe 20 seconds for my experienced slave to shoot both his loads down the throat of that kid , in fact the orgasm itself took longer than it took to reach it !! Chew on that.
I may have winced when the cum started oozing out both sides of the kid’s mouth. I may have shuddered when it began leaking out of his nostrils. But I lurched when the kid pulled off the cock and was going to vomit it out on my living room floor.
I kicked him in the direction of the washroom, turned around and my other slave just collapsed on my sofa like he had been hit in the head with a wrecking ball. (trying to get that song stuck in your head , did it work?)
No? How about now …
Then the laughing started. Because the kid kept upheaving cum into my toilet non-stop we just couldn’t stop laughing. It was as if two evil twins who had pulled off the perfect bank robbery high fiving each other.
Which we did, but then we both collapsed on the sofa laughing. Finally after 10 long minutes the kid emerges from the bathroom looking like I used to in my parties down in Australia at 3am.
He looks at us both, stops walking and stands in place for a moment and finally blurts out “he’s the ladyboy?”
My other slave said back “ya sorry ’bout that I needed a mouth.”
The kid bolted for the door and I had to go kick his shoes away as he was about to run away without leaving the tribute. Man, his ears were as red as a firetruck. His cheeks too.
It got worse for him too as I found out just the other day that whilst in my bathroom trying to get the cum out of his throat he resorted to drinking gallons of water from the tap.
So he’s had the shits since last week as a memento of the occasion.
Well when I say I give sessions that people never forget I’m not exaggerating in the least. That kid if he lives to be 99 years old will always remember the first time he sucked cock!!
The idea for The Ladyboy gauntlet came from two movie sources , one being the old Clint Eastwood movie aptly named The Gauntlet (only think cum instead of bullets flying) and a macabre sci-fi movie I watched on Netflix called Circle.
Oh you can throw in one more scene from one of the Saw movies where a circle of prisoners were tied to a chair and revolving around a shotgun. (replace cocks for shotguns in this case)
Session Cost :
Mistress Jaa : 7,000 baht
Mistress Wael : 3,000 baht
6 Ladyboys : 12,000 baht (2k each)
Total: 22,000 baht
Session Duration:Â 2 hours , though we did run way overtime and ended up closer to 3 hours.
Initial Email Request: I want to be used like a sissy , like a whore , be made to serve you in any way you deem fit. After reading some of Mistress Wael’s recent adventures and yours as well I have no doubt that you can provide me with the mind blowing experience I am seeking.
The Ladyboy Gauntlet Session
No bulshit here guys, this is how it went down. I’ve had this idea in my mind for a very long time , going back to when we used to use that “ladyboy hair salon” at the corner of Sukhumvit Rd and soi 5 which was a cover for what we’d arrange in the reclining hair dressing chair in the back room.
Pity that place shut down , it did so way before covid hit , and I’ve been itching to put my session idea into play for the longest time since those two movies manifested themselves into this idea I’ve had floating around in my mind.
It’s a pricey session though , and its not every day a submissive slave walks into town and is willing to drop 22,000 baht on a fantasy.
However, given Mistress Wael’s prowess at arranging mind blowing Female Domination and sexual fantasies , this has all become easy to arrange given her little black book of willing participants that we can call upon.
What blows me away – if you can allow me to digress for a moment – is just how willing certain Ladyboys are to engage in far fetched sessions like this one , whereas Mistress Wael – with me talking to her and helping her – asked over 100 girls lately to just fucking face sit a guy in her 2 hour session and every single one refused. Sukhumvit girls man , they have the combined brain power of a gnat. The only thing they want to do is “fuck & go” – and do so as fast as they possibly can. Which , plays right into our hands as there’s a certain level of imagination , brain power, organizational skills required to arrange such a fantasy. Something a gnat can’t possible handle.  That pretty much leaves us as the only game in town when it comes to fulfilling these wild fantasies some of our slaves have.
I wanted to blow this fucking guys’ mind by doing something so far beyond what even he had imagined in his most wildest wet dream – and I knew this idea would accomplish just that.
Mistress Wael did the heavy lifting behind the scenes for me. She has this magical ability to gain immediate rapport with ladyboys – they all call her “mae” (mom) out of respect , and she was able to corral 6 of them to come over to my condo.
You’ve never seen 6 ‘girls’ so eager and willing to destroy a slave like this in your life. The more I whispered into their ears over coffee an hour before the session the more they bounced their own ideas off of me.
One of which was a magnificent idea where the ladyboy with the biggest cock would line up at the 12 o’clock position so that her cock would be the biggest drill in the session.
Ok enough skirting the edges of the fantasy, let me explain to you what the ladyboy gauntlet was to be for my slave.
I had the ladyboy’s line up in a circle , one pair standing opposite one another at the 12 and 6pm position. Two more opposite one anther at the 2 and 8 pm position. And then the last two at the 4 and 10pm position.
The slave was to be pulled into the middle of the circle the way one would drag an unwilling animal into a circus cage and he was to face – on his knees – the dangling cock of the ladyboy standing at the 12pm noon position.
Upon my order , the one standing at the noon position – the one with the largest cock – was to grab my slave by the ears , the hair, the back of the neck – whatever … and fuck the ever loving shit out of that slaves throat.
As deep as she could drill him , as hard as she could drill him, for as long as she could drill him until she was to pull out and explode all over his face.
Simultaneously, the ladyboy standing at the 6 o’clock position … the ladyboy with the smallest cock … was to fuck his ass as ruthlessly as she could possibly fuck it.
I specifically told the ladyboys to have absolutely no remorse for the slave.
They were given the green light to pull out and slap or spank the slave’s ass or face as mercilessly as they wanted. In fact I encouraged them to do so as it would potentially frenzy them into fucking even harder.
When the first ladyboy was to jizz all over the slave’s face Mistress Wael and myself would use popsicle sticks to scrape the cum off and into a shot glass … but NOT before taking a selfie with his cum covered face to be used as blackmail material.
How so?
Well the way I had it envisioned in my mind, each progression to the next ladyboy tandem for the slave would be increasingly painful and harder to endure to the finish.
Thus, for motivational purposes , I had wanted to seize the slave’s phone and have password access so that I could threaten to send each and every cum filled selfie to every single person on his contact list IF he used his safe word before completing The Ladyboy Gauntlet.
Upon finishing the first round , the slave would turn to the 2 o’clock / 8 o’clock duo of ladyboys … the next size up of cock thickness and length … and endure another simultaneous face and ass fucking until such a time that she too would pull out and cum all over his face.
We’d take the selfie , then popsicle stick the cum off the face and into the ever increasingly full shot glass and we’d turn him to face the next pair of ladyboys.
Come the end of the final round we intended to use the shot glass as so …
The slave had to guzzle the entire contents of the shot glass WITHOUT so much as making a disapproving sound or wince of his face , else , he’d be forced to endure The Ladyboy Gauntlet yet again.
However, upon hearing me give the slave this final set of instructions just before The Ladyboy Gauntlet began , they told us in Thai that this would not be possible – not without us supplying them with free Viagra an hour before the session.
Ah, lesson learned.
So I had to just use that final repeat of The Ladyboy Gauntlet as a mere threat , but next time … I’ll be ready with Viagra , handing them out like they’re candy.  Because , as I’ll attest to in a moment, the slave did indeed wince and we missed out on what would have been an excruciatingly painful second time ’round the gauntlet.
But man, just that all 6 of the ladyboys were willing to do a 2nd round – had I the Viagra to allow them to do so – opens up endless possibilities in the future.
Because I know you guys have that natural improv instinct to play “yes … and” with all my stories , adding on to and improving all these ideas that I come up with.  Which is why these sessions get wilder and wilder as they manifest themselves to improved versions stemming from your ideas going forward.
The slave , needless to say , was both excited and apprehensive at the same time.
It is quite daunting I would imagine to be led up the elevator talking to me as we approach my condo , and then seeing Mistress Wael with 6 gorgeous naked ladyboys standing in what must have looked like a witch’s circle all holding hands and smiling devilishly at my slave as we entered the room.
Yes, quite daunting indeed.
“Drop” I said to the slave as soon as he entered the foyer of my condo and I kicked at the back of his knee to buckle him to the floor. It’s a good Jiu Jitsu trick that Wael taught me some time ago.
From there I attached a collar to his neck and told him to strip naked from his knees – tossing his clothes at the door.
At that moment a very cool thing happened – I could see his knees trembling so violently that he could barely support himself as he raised his left leg to remove his pants and he ended up crashing to the floor as everybody in the room simultaneously burst out in laughter.
From there I could visibly see his ears turn beat red and his knees shook even more … so much so that he had to support his knee with one hand as he tried to kick his jeans off.  Never wear jeans in Bangkok in August. Sticky sticky.
With now his right leg raised like a dog pissing and his left hand supporting his left knee as he did so I couldn’t help myself. I saw right away how off balance he was and so I tugged on his collar – this time to the right – causing him to crash into the book shelves by the door.
As a few landed on his head the ladyboys all laughed out loud again and I could see a real determined look overcome my slave’s face , coupled with a mark of concern judging by the stressed wrinkles all across his forehead.
“Come” I said after he had disrobed and I walked him like a dog on his quivering knees into the circle of ladyboys and tugged to the right on his collar getting him to face Judy the 12 O’clock ladyboy.
He gasped at the massive size of her cock. Judy was fucking hung like a bear. Not so much in length as she was 6″ inches hard but in girth , oh my gosh , she was inhumanly thick. It didn’t even look like a normal cock , and trust me ok , I’ve seen 10,000 cocks in my time as a Mistress.
This one looked like a slug. A thick fat buggy looking cock that got thicker and thicker as it got to the base. Uncut too so it looked hideous.
But it was hard as a rock and already leaking cum. Some ladyboys , man , they live for gaping throats and asses and Judy was just such a ladyboy.
It was at this point that I began to explain The Ladyboy Gauntlet and what was awaiting him.
Slaves man , they’re a different breed. The more I explained, the harder he got. Well , until I demanded he hand over the password to his phone , that caused his dick to immediately shrink.
Mistress Wael, without even hesitating crashed down upon his ass with her cat-of-nine-tails with a stroke so hard it made my slave actually yelp.  That high pitched – loss of verbal control – that people get only when terrified beyond what they thought was humanly possible … that was the sound he made when Wael hit him.
Without further hesitation he barked out the password.
“Why do you need the password?  What are you going to do with it? Don’t sms my wife for god sakes , please.”
I kneeled down beside him and whispered gently into his ear while I ran my fingers softly through his shortly cut hair at the back :
“I’m not going to sms anyone , not as long as you continue to survive The Ladyboy Gauntlet. But the moment you use your safe word , well let’s just say that every contact you have in that phone is going to be looking at photos you definitely don’t want them to be seeing.”
He nodded. His cock growing even larger as he acknowledged those new set of conditions.
It started off awkwardly enough as the smallish ladyboy at the 6 o’clock position took a while to get her cock embedded in his ass.
I can only imagine the pressure of having 7 people staring at you , having to keep your cock hard , and be the first to step forward and get the show rolling – the poor ladyboy was struggling with stage fright at the start and I had this “aww , fuck” feeling and so did Wael for she gritted her teeth as I glanced over at her.
But like starting up a rusty old lawnmower her cock finally came to life once the 12 o’clock ladyboy got things rolling by stepping forward and shoving her cock half way down our slave’s throat.
All it takes is a few moans and audible struggles for guys to get their dicks hard , men be they dudes or ladyboys all love the concept of something being forced.
I think Judy has always had trouble with slaves consuming her whole cock and she wasn’t as forceful as I had hoped and neither was the small ladyboy fucking as hard as I wanted , so I gotta admit the whole thing got off to a so-so start.
Sure enough , Judy pulled out after 10 or so minutes and gushed her cum all over our slaves face allowing Wael and I to get in beside him and take a selfie with one of us on each side of his cheek pointing at the small sized mess of cum dripping mostly down his nose.
Again, at that point it felt like a wedding rehearsal … you know, where you are going through the motions but the anxiety and the tension aren’t quite there yet?
That changed though as soon as we made him rotate to the 2 and 8 o’clock ladyboys , and it changed in an instant.
Again, sorry I don’t have all their names put to memory yet, it was Mistress Wael who arranges these things from her little black book of contacts.
What I can describe for you is just how rough and explosive the 2 o’clock ladyboy with the gargantuan boobs was.
She stepped up and within seconds was absolutely drilling the guy’s mouth. So much so that each thrust was making him slide backwards onto the dick of the ladyboy at 8 o’clock and she was doing a good rhythmic pounding job back there.
At one point we had to reset the circle because the 2 o’clock ladyboy had pushed our slave a good 5 meters outside the circle with her cock thrusts.
Her method was to grab our slave by his long hair on the side of his head and use that for leverage. She wasn’t fazed by his gagging or the oodles of spit that her cock was extracting with every withdrawal.
The load on his face from her cumshot was sizable and by the time we had scraped that 2nd load into the shot glass there was enough to swish around.
The third pair in the rotation were off balance with the rear ladyboy going absolutely ape shit on our slave’s ass – by means of grabbing his love handles and literally pulling his asshole onto her cock.
Which meant the ladyboy doing the mouth drilling was always having to shuffle forward to mouth fuck our guy and could never get it deep for too long.
At exactly the same moment Wael and I looked at one another and in one of those great moments where two people think alike we both made the same hand singles indicating we had the same idea in mind.
Flip the ladyboy positions.
And oh boy.
Once we matched up the crazy ass fucker with the mouth destroyer our slave experienced 15 minutes of the hell he had so desperately sought all his life.  And then some.
He was trying to gasp out in desperation but neither would let him. Not for one moment. Oh, and it was rhythmic as well. Like a furious concert of cock strokes , in and out, in and out in unison.
There were a few moments where they would shift out of the “in the front , out the back” rhythms to where they would both penetrate at the same time.
It was in those moments that our slave made sounds I had never heard before.
Sorry there’s no better way to describe it , I don’t mean to be cruel but imagine the sound somebody would make being double impaled by swords in a field of battle. Exactly that noise.
Like a short super panicked gasp / squelch … oh kind of like if you stepped on a dog’s toe … but a huge fucking dog with a deep bark … that kind of short yelp.
Over and over our slave was just getting worked over and oh my , when the face fucking stopped the cum shot was legendary.
First shot went in his eye, the second one directly up his nose , the third into his hair … which subsequently dripped down into his other eye and the rest dribbled out onto his mouth.
By the time we took the selfie and gathered all that cum the shot glass was 3/4 full.  Clearly it was going to overflow.
Wael and I moved closer together to discuss whether we should end the sequence with those two swapping positions but we decided against it hoping the girth of the 12 o’clock ladyboy would give us the finish we were hoping for.
Oh did we ever get the finish.
That yelping I just tried to describe above changed immediately to outright screaming and collapsing on the floor as she tried to work her godzilla cock into his ass. Clearly he had not ever experienced that kind of pain in his ass before.
Twice more he fell to the floor trying to escape her cock and so I said to Wael out loud “I’m going to send this photo to Renee”
“Noooooooo , fuck nooooooooo” he cried out. “Please. Please. Please.”
“Then take her cock without falling down for if you fall one more time I’m sending these to everybody” and I began naming off people in his contact list. I nodded over at godzilla cock to resume and she did.
He did that silent scream where his chin lifted way up so that he was looking directly at the ceiling for a moment , then with his mouth gaping wide open and his eyes rolled back in his head he sort of screamed but not a sound came out.
Then to try and compensate for the entry he tried to bow his head and rest his forehead on the floor but in dramatic fashion the cock sucking ladyboy lifted his head up with both her manly hands , grabbed him by his cheek bone, and inserted her whole cock down his throat.
His feet began to kick the floor and then he grunted as godzilla cock finally crept in that final inch and he was double impaled. Fuck , it was magnificent.
No acting, no embellishment , no fake fucking sounds.
They just stayed there motionless , both enjoying his quivering body as it tried desperately to adjust to being fully impaled from both ends. His knees were back to convulsing. Not just shaking but fully convulsing.
In fact, it seemed in that minute that the only thing keeping him from keeling over to one side or the other were the two cocks in his throat and ass.
The pounding began again and this time godzilla cock was making full exit and entry insertions and the poor boy , every time she entered him he would lurch forward and re-impale himself with the other cock in his throat.
Then he just gave up. His body went limp and the two ladyboys didn’t give a single fuck in the world. They kept going harder and harder but this time they both pulled out and both jizzed on his face at the same time one from the left and the other from the right.
His face was completely soaked in cum. But I could still see tears running down his left eye only and mixing in with the cum on his left cheek. His right eye was closed from the stinging of cum that had gotten inside his pupil.
Basically he was a total mess. We took the selfie anyways.
I was completely let down by the downing of the cum filled shot glass though. I was really hoping that he would cry, wince, moan or even better – gag on the cum.
And he didn’t disappoint, he winced. However, as I mentioned at the start, the ladyboys were all drained and my condo looked like the end of a hot air balloon festival without the Viagra to prolong it.
Our slave, nonetheless , had survived the ladyboy gauntlet. But at what price?
He could barely walk and even when he did his hand was wrapped around clutching at his asshole.
His voice was unintelligible with the raspy quality of a 100 year old pack-a-day smoker.
The poor guy’s knees were knocking against one another because he was shuffling with his feet so close together they were touching. I guess walking like that helped tighten up his gaping asshole? I dunno.
When he finally emerged from the shower fully dressed I let him sit down ever so slowly on the sofa , easing himself gently onto the seat cushion before asking him:
“So, mind blowing enough for you?”
“… and then some” he replied. 🙂
Mistress Jaa
Mistress Wael
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I was going to get this blog post rolling by telling you all about what happened to Hans , but the way Mistress Wael wrote it is better (and funnier) than anything I could possibly describe for you. It’s sitting in the queue right now to be posted tomorrow as we’re alternating and today it’s my turn to publish current events in our Femdom worlds.  So the next thing I was going to write about then was last nights face and body trampling session but I see Mistress Wael has written about that on her Onlyfans blog already.  All these ideas for material got immediately trumped by the set of unfortunate circumstances that happened on the way to dinner with my first real Tinder date in years, so let’s go over the details of last night’s 1 in a billion bizarre evening.
I have a humble request of all my readers. That request comes as follows:
If , by chance, you happen to come across me out in Bangkok one evening , for the love of all things cute and furry in the universe – do not ever come up to me and address me as Mistress Jaa. Not unless “on the spot castration” is a new fetish you want to spontaneously explore with me.
It didn’t even cross my mind that such an encounter could happen , what with Covid making the streets of Bangkok a ghost town for the past 2.5 years.
But sure enough , whilst I was with a hot date even – my first one since I was in my early 30’s (I’m 35 now) I managed to get recognized and verbally acknowledged not once, not twice but three times yesterday … with each encounter acting like a magnetic repulsion between me and my Tinder date until we might as well have been standing on opposite poles of the world.
This wasn’t even a Tinder date random guy that I was using for a 5 star dinner, I quite possibly had plans of tying him up and raping him later that night. Yes rape. I’m specifically using that word because after 2.5 years of having 1/2 of the words in the English language unavailable to me as they’re all censored by Loyalfans and Onlyfans , I’m going to flaunt that on my website I can say whatever the fuck I want. So, I was going to rape the motherfucker like he was my very own bitch ass fuck tool. Damn that felt good to type. Fuck censorship.
I was meeting him at Phrom Phong right after my session ended and needing a pick-me-up I whisked him upstairs to the Starbucks on the top floor of the old Emporium.
Standing in line , unbeknownst to me was Steve. No not that Steve, the well mannered one that lives in USA now , I’m referring to the crazy one who’s body is entirely made up of recessive submissive genes.
I realized it was crazy Steve the very second he had made his purchase and was turning around to leave the lineup. I tried to avert my eyes and sink behind my date but alas, I only put 1 lousy point into the deception trait when I was born.
The dude sees me , and I shit you not – walks over to me , thinking I’m alone because like I said I had dipped back behind my date and had made separation , and promptly gets down on one knee and says “Mistress Jaa, marry me and let me serve you, I adore you, I worship you , I….”
I think he caught the look in my eye. I’ve given that look to exactly three guys in my life … an ex-boyfriend who had found it necessary to cheat on me in an open relationship … my Grade 7 teacher just after I had cracked his skull open with the same stick he was intending to spank me with , and now this dude.
“Did … did” and Gary , my date looks over his shoulder to make sure nutty Steve was out of earshot as he was scurrying away , “he just call you Mistress, as in like, a bdsm Mistress?”
Ah fuck , here we go. Let’s just pour vinegar on the steak to make sure its truly ruined eh?
“I dated him once, I don’t want to talk about it.”
“but …”
“I said, I’m not talking about it” and almost made him the 4th guy to get my deepest death stare.
That would have been the end of that , if not for just 10 minutes later while we’re on the Skytrain and the doors open at Asoke station when who should walk onto the train but another slave who promptly says “Oh my goodness Goddess, you look even more beautiful than you did in our session.”
Ah fuck, I could see my chances of getting laid that night floating out the doors of the train.
“You can say something and the date ends now with 0 chance of feeling what it’s like to get fucked by me , or you can shut your mouth and have better odds.”
Thing is, I said it in a really fucking mean way because I was absolutely beside myself at how this could happen twice in the span of 10 minutes.
My date said nothing but now there was a distinguishable space between us , kind of like HE had friend zoned me all of a sudden !!
But wait, the coup de grâce had yet to come.
We got off at Chit Lom and began making our way up past Central World – when weaving its way through the foot traffic on the sidewalk was a motorcycle taxi … with a very plump foreigner wearing glasses and a pink sweater vest , one of my longest regulars going back to 2013 my first year in the business.
He , with remarkable cat like vision at the ripe age of 70 sees me as the motorbike weaves by us pedestrians and yells out the word Mistress followed by my real name and a happy constant wave as he disappeared into the crowd of people up ahead.
My jaw just hit the sidewalk when he said that. Like, what were the odds?
However, you want to know what was on my mind at that very moment? It wasn’t running mathematical equations of probability in my mind. No, the thing that had become my primary thought was just how off the rails was this Tinder date about to get.
Then I heard it.
“That’s your ex-boyfriend too I guess eh?” and he said it with a fucking smirk.
What’s the appropriate comeback to that line? Norm Macdonald is dead so I can’t call him up anymore to ask , so I shot back with “ya I’m into grandfather figures.”
Thing is , right from that moment when he absolutely figured out I was a Mistress , he instantly thought it was ok – on a date – to come out of the closet that for all his life he had been hiding his submissive side and was super turned on that I was a Mistress.
That’s NOT the thing a girl wants to hear from a hot guy on a first date , trust me.
Nothing wrong with being submissive. Nothing wrong with having fantasies. Nothing wrong with seeing a Mistress to help satiate those urges.
But this guy had Thor’s face with the cute manly stubble around the chin that I love so much , he was pretty tall , decent muscles , well dressed and for once didn’t stink like 80% of men I meet.
I hadn’t done it with a guy since way before covid and I had visions of perhaps some pretty hot sex later that night. I had definitely green lighted him with a ticket to my bedroom.
That is , until he asked me if I could dress him up like a girl. To me, that’s like turning Thor into some sort of Thorella – ish Wonder Woman. Hey, I’d fuck Wonder Woman , don’t get me wrong. But when you feel like steak , you don’t order salad you know what I mean?
So I turned to him right there on the sidewalk and confronted him with this ultimatum.
“Look” I said, “I have intentions of taking you back to my condo, tying you to the heavy steel chair in my living room , removing your clothes and having my way with you. So you can have that , or you can have what’s behind door #2. Meaning, you can come back to my condo, I’ll dress you up as my sissy , lace up my strap on , and I’ll have my way with your ass instead. But if you want that, I’m charging you the 7k baht that I charge all my sissies and I’m buying anything and everything I want on the menu of this place I’m taking you to.
So here I am the day after , about to go downstairs and run on the treadmill for 2.5 hours , trying to burn off the 3,000 baht steak , the 1,000 bottle of wine and the double helping of TiraMisu cake which added another 600 baht to the bill.
Oh and , I’ll be scratching pussy after my 10pm session in a few hours as I still haven’t had sex since 2019.
Also, out of pure fucking frustration , Thor-ella is now locked up in chastity until I call him again. The guy had cologne on his beautiful cut 9” cock , and any guy who takes care to make sure his cock smells as good as his body must turn possession of said cock over to me.
Seriously.
I was banging the fuck out of his ass – let’s call it angry sex because I was so sexually frustrated and irritated that suddenly I was ‘working’ again in the middle of a date – and usually I’m combating the smell with all my might trying not to throw up on the slave’s ass.
But last night I was getting this whiff of Armani Red coming from what I thought was his asshole.
Curiosity killed the cat and so I pulled out , got on my hands and knees and began sniffing around his ass and testicle region. S/he raised his/her ass like I was going to lick his balls or something which got his nuts slapped and thus collapsing him to the bed in pain.
It was with him in the fetal position writhing in pain that I was able to get close enough to his shaven cock to find that indeed he had dosed the whole area in cologne.
It was a faint trace too , so he had obviously sprayed that area before our date.  Now I was even more pissed off.
“You specifically made sure your cock and balls smelled good for our date huh? Were you expecting something? Huh? Answer me truthfully! … and I threw the pillow at him as I put my knee on his pantyhose at the waist while angrily pumping his cock and simultaneously slapping it.
I was acting much the same way I was acting in my Good Mistress | Bad Mistress video when I went off the deep end in part 3.
I don’t know why it is , but it’s absolutely true that men seem to love it when a girl is both threatening to bring him to a quick and violent orgasm with harsh aggressive strokes and physically assaulting him at the same time.
Maybe its why my rough interrogation sessions are so popular.
When I coerced an orgasm out of Thorella I stuck his cum up his nose and demanded to know “does that smell like cologne too , does it , fucking tell me right now.”
“Fucking asshole, don’t move. Stay there.”
I reached over for my chastity which has been sitting with my cuffs and restraints in the bedside table’s drawer and after I locked his cock up I put the key in my mouth threatening to swallow it.
“Holy shit, don’t swallow it , please. Oh my god” he gasped.
I took the key out of my mouth and dangled it in the air. “What are you doing Sunday night?” I asked.
“I don’t know” he replied.
“Getting raped is the answer you’re looking for. Say it.”
“I’m getting raped” he obediently replied and down below his cock which had just erupted less than 120 seconds beforehand started to get hard again.
“I want to hear you beg to get raped.”
“Please rape me Sunday night” he gasped with wide saucer like eyes.
“8pm … Sunday … be on time , now get the fuck out of my condo.”
And that my dear slave army is why I scratched pussy last night, will be scratching pussy tonight , and probably every single night this week until Sunday.
Because I want to fuck him? No. Well yes and no. Mostly yes ok , however I’m a Mistress so the answer must be no. Slave’s are slaves and lovers are lovers. Slaves get used or cucked, period.
So I have a ladyboy planned for him Sunday night. He’ll get used all right , just not by me 🙂
Mistress Jaa
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When it comes to effective edging , the eyes have it.
I’m edging you , and you’ve been on the brink of eruption for minutes, or was it hours? You truly don’t remember and you know why?
Because your cock and my hand stroking it have for the longest time become something secondary , like the crashing waves of an ocean obscurred by a dense fog.
Instead, your focus is my eyes.
I want you to feel as if I have inside me a soul that is just too big for me.  It’s filled me to the brim until there was no more space , so its flowing through my eyes instead.
That might be too much for you … to be so close to orgasm and to have to hold my gaze with your own.
Fifteen seconds of locking eyes like that and you feel as I rock my hips up and down yours that we are connected, rolling over waves of lust in one syncronous movement.
And so what do men do in that instance?  They give in to their cock right?
Men throw back their head, tense their muscles, close their eyes and groan just as loudly as they do wildly.
You’ve been training yourself all your life to enjoy self gratification.  You can get so deep into your fantasies when playing with your cock can’t you?
Not in this case though, not with me.
With my left hand I’ll often reach forward and pinch the guy’s chin , holding it firmly so he cannot look away.
I may even grab his hair and tug it tight with a yank as I lean even closer and gaze right into your pupils while my thumb presses hard under your cock head as the edging continues.
At that point I’m not just inside your mind, i’m inside your heart and soul as well.
The edging feeling is ever present, but its no longer the focus of your desires.
Guys in this moment will say many things. “please.” , “you’re amazing” , “oh my god mistress” , and they’ll even blurt out an “i love you” from time to time.  Especially the married men, they always say I love you when I’m edging them.
Now. That being said. I have a conundrum of sorts.
I’ve been training this submissive pet for eight months now and in that time he’s rarely been allowed to touch me.
He’s served mostly as furniture, as a house maid , my massage man, errand runner, toe licker, boot cleaner and so on.  Like the words on the steps photo above suggests, to serve me is a progression.
I’m not talking 2 hour perfunctory session , i’m talking about applying to be one of my full time or semi full time slaves.
So while doing all these seemingly trivial tasks my house pet has never ascended past worshiping my legs and I was just about to introduce him to the pleasures of worshiping my ass to reward him for his perfect ironing and sewing skills as of late.
However, due to the need to have a submissive man and his cock readily available for my 3 a day OnlyFans video films , and the fact that there’s literally no foreigners left in Bangkok anymore , I’ve had to use him for actions that he just hasn’t progressed to in my timeline of servitude tasks.
The other day I’m shooting an edging video with Wael and the pet-in-traiing , the sample of which is pinned to the top of my Twitter feed , for my OnlyFans blog , and I’m doing so with the thought in mind to show you for this story how important the eyes are in an edging session.
To do so , I have to play for the camera which Wael is holding off to my right.
Which meant that instead of edging , chin grabbing, and staring into the eyes of my submissive pet in training, I’m doing that instead for the camera lens.
So guess what the fucker does?  He cums.
I should have known , after all I hadn’t touched his cock for 3/4 of a year , purposely making him horny around the house and ignoring his hard-ons all this time. I greatly underestimated what his reaction would be to the feel of my hands on his cock.
I wasn’t even thinking about it for fuck sakes.  So distracted by the camera was I that I wasn’t tuned into his moans – always an early indicator of an approaching orgasm.
Now to make sure his moans ‘n groans were muffled sufficiently in the video I had him sucking on my soiled panties – which further dismantled my early warning orgasm system.
What’s worse is, I laughed.
Again, it’s the simulation of a real session so I’m drifting in and out of character – something which my OnlyFans subscribers see and get to laugh at when i post ‘behind the scenes’ videos , so because its a simulation – I’m not fullly focused on my slave’s progression in his training.
No doubt, had this been a real session , any guy who cums without warning me would be immediately force fed his cum , have his face slapped and his balls spanked.  Not to mention he’d be locked back up in chastity for another half year.
And therein is the conundrum.
How do I punish this guy for his moment of self-gratification.  “I’m sorry” doesn’t cut it, I have a zero-tolerance policy with men and their bullshit.
Yet, I have to fucking shoot every 3rd day , and some of the fetishes are hot. Like yesterday’s facesitting shoot.  50 photos and many many video takes of my facesitting skills means my ass and pussy are on his face for the better part of four hours.
Yes my OnlyFans blog is saturated with hot photos and videos , and I suppose the upside of that is my subscribers are happy.
But I feel like I’m rewarding a slave who we’ve invested many hours in for his abolute failure when being edged.
Only thing I can come up with is a grade school punishment that only the most vain of my school teachers would use.  Sending a kid to the corner of the classroom and having them stare into the wall for two hours always seemed a petty thing to do.
But in this case it works. He’s our corner slave now – he just sits there from dawn til dusk or until we dismiss him and send it home.
No edging.  No edging at all for him – for now.
He’s our fart depository.  Only that.  He gets to play with his dick all day and cum on the floor between his legs and we’ll spit our chewed food onto his mess when feeding time rolls around.
Still , it’s not enough.
I’m putting his written confesion of wrongdoing into escrow , and come the end of covid whenever that may be , he will begin serving his time in chastity.
Fuck I might just keep him locked up perpetually come that time and cuckold him.  Make him pay right there and then from his corner everytime a guy fucks me in front of him.
I’d fuck the guy close enough to my pet that I could grab and hold his chin and look into his eye the whole time … then when I’m cumming I’ll lean over and whisper into his ear and say “it could have been you” …
“had you just held your orgasm that first time I edged you.”
Anyways.  Grrr.  I had to get that off my chest. I take slave training very seriously.
You want to see my Tease & Denial edging video right?
I can’t show it publicly on this blog as it shows my face , but its available on my Loyalfans blog along with 150 other videos.
However, some of you have to be mindful of what shows up on your credit card statement thanks to you choosing to marry someone else rather than me. (again, grrr)
So for the link to the edging video Wael can send it to you for $5 Amazon Gift Card ( email: [email protected] ) , or you can get access to this months OnlyFans videos for $20 as that’s the same as the subscriber fee so seems fair … again, Amazon Gift Card will do the trick.
When you watch me edging , I want you to match my gaze with your own , play with your cock, and for fuck sakes unless you want to be a corner boy fart dispenser yourself …don’t cum without asking me for permission.
xx
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Because guys who wish to be fed their cum have the wrong mindset.
Case in point this request in my OnlyFans chat …
“What if you did a session, and make him cum many many times. Buttttttt ruin every one of them… each time you ruin it, ruin it into a glass or a plate… save them all… and then at the very end. Make him eat all of it.”
To which I would say … if there’s an orgasm, it ain’t Denial.
Might as well call what we do Tease & Obligatory Orgasm.
Now, I’m a professional Mistress and as such , I need to have as much of a business mind as I do a lifestyle domina mind , so if I went around calling my service Tease & Absolute Denial I’d scare the mainstream guys away.
So, it’s been my practice over the past 7 years to chat with the submissive guy coming to see me and get a feel for where he is on the learning curve of experience with female domination.
Think of it like a hyperbolic curve of experience … and yes, I’m calling upon our recollection of Grade 10 math here … if the guy I’m seeing isn’t in the top third of that curve then 99% of the time he’s going to fatally ask one of two dumbest questions I get asked:
Do I get to cum?  How many shots do I get?
To me that’s like going to KFC and ordering wheatgrass.  Um, did you not see the big DENIAL sign outside my bedroom door?  I don’t actually have one, but it’d be cool if I did.
One day when I’m a well-to-do rich and semi-retired Mistress I’ll be able to say what I want to say every single time “No you don’t get to cum unless on a whim I decide to” and “you get two shots, one kick in each testicle because i’m caring and don’t play favorites with you ball sack.”
‘Til then the answer is “ya if you want (sigh) ” and I’ll totally ignore the second question.  It’s like wanting to land on BoardWalk or Park Place in Monopoly but you roll the wrong number and collect your $200 instead.
What then, would the scenario be like where I’d absolutely feed a man his cum?
Well I can tell you for certain it ain’t gonna be me running my arm out of my socket like a runaway jackhammer trying to pump out a 4th orgasm out of a guy just so I can feed him with my still attached hand.
In that request, I’d sit back , preferably with a few of my Mistress girlfriends on the couch, and laugh in unison at the guy pumping out his own 10th orgasm in a row and wondering if his balls will implode at some point.
Then I’d piss in his on the silver platter at his feet that’d been collecting his cum, we’d all collectively spit in the tray and we’d make him stir it with his tongue before forcing him to slurp it down.
So keep in mind … if you’re going to ask how many shots you’re gonna get , the answer will be ten , and it’ll be your arm that falls off not mine.
But that’s not the ideal scenario where I’d turn a guy into a cum eater.
You know how I borrowed a line from Eddie Murphy’s Delerious the other day on Twitter and said “I think in the back of the mind , slaves wanna eat their Mistress’s farts.”
Wel cum eaters wanna eat their cum.  Nothing forced about it.
If Eddie’s joke about fart eaters is “that was a good one, that was a good one, my mouth was open on that one.”
Cum eaters would slant that joke like “ok you got me, you got me, I gargeled , I gargled a bit on that one.”
They’re a cum eater.  They eat their cum.  That’s what they do.  It’s why they’re called cum eater ffs.
But you know what they don’t like?
Eating another man’s cum.
“HEY!!” they say, and back the fuck away quick.
That’s my scenario though. I’d have another guy in the room, not necessarily submissive either.  Maybe I’m cucking the cum eater but not in the mood or not using the other dude as my fuck toy yet.
In that case I’d be making the cum eater jerk off to watching me masturbate the second guy.
Then I’d let my guy shoot his load all over my hand and … I’d make my slave time his orgasm with his self pumping … to the exact moment I smear the other boy’s cum all over his uneager tongue.
A Forced Cum Eater !
Ya, forced cum eating.
Ah, how quickly the tide turns eh?
Now the cum doesn’t look like Vanilla paste to a cum eater does it?  No sir, now the guy looks at the cum the way a fat kid would look at broccoli.
And to make him slurp it all down while he’s pumping out his 10th consecutive orgasm , now that would be a blisful session indeed.  🙂
xx
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This requires two sessions back to back within hours of one another and no pee break in between. As well either a chastity device or absolute trust is needed so it’s something I can’t do with everybody because – well , men are selfish and self-gratifying.
It’s an awful feeling and the most common thing I hear is “what the fuck?” when I pull this off properly to an unsuspecting slave. Like it just ruins their evening full stop.
What all this does is (I think) combine the next orgasm with the remnants of the obliterated one and produces an orgasm that’s so strong it looks as if a farmer is tossing buckets of cow’s milk out of your cock hole.
So let’s zoom back in time to last week where this played out as I hoped it would – save the endless gagging and throwing up which lasted a good 10 minutes – that I wasn’t ready for.
