This story is outdated. I have now moved to loyalfans. They cunts at OF kicked me off, stole $1000 of my money and all with no warning. They didn’t like the fact I was writing sexy femdom stories on my blog page. Loyalfans allows all my videos and photos without question. It’s a better interface. Should have started with them in the first place. My OnlyFans site is up and running : https://onlyfans.com/mistressjaa . It’s $20 / month. I’m posting multiple times daily. Plus live online domination. This story is going to explain the how’s and why’s of what I’m trying to provide you and accomplish. That I’m writing again, and posting to onlyfans daily, means I can …
My birthday is August 15th. So far I survived 5 months of covid with only 1 femdom session. I survived because my tiny perfume business sells 2-3 bottles a day. Enough for food , enough to pay for my condo, and enough to keep my 2 daughters in school. I wonder if for my birthday my followers can help me grow my perfume business to be a little bit bigger. My goal is to grow my inventory to 30 different fragrances with testers for each bottle. 15 perfumes and 15 cologne. For 3 months I tried to sell at very small night markets , but I know I need to sell at a better place. To do that I need …
“The ways and rituals of testicular sacrifice are difficult to master. The timing of the stomps is imperative. Without the proper cadence at precise intervals, the process can fail spectaularly.” I actually had a session today. First time in forever. He was asking for testicle torture. Instead I gave him testicular sacrifice. I borrowed the idea from the movie JigSaw I watched last night on Netflix. After the movie I thought “I don’t want to just kick and hurt his balls” … instead … “I want to play a game.” Because I didn’t do a session in so long I wanted to do something amazing and fun. Now I know your head mistress uses hot massage balm for some of …
“Holy fuck, you look absolutely amazing.” “Why wouldn’t I?” “Well , the cancer , the operation , and everything … you know … I just , I mean I thought” his words eventually dropping off to a stuttering stammer void of strength. My first session in , fuck what has it been, half a year almost? And here we were, at the foyer of my condo , standing in silence as he kept checking me out from head to toe and back again. “Well are you going to come in or not?” I politely asked him while stepping to the side and leaned against the edge of my door so that my rose colored dress rode up the bottom curve …
Love and Hope. The two birds that sleep together when I exercise at midnight every night … that is the 2 name I gave them. In the morning I feed them bread when they wake up. At 9pm when I go exercise around my condo they watch me and sometimes sing for me. And when I finish at midnight they sleep. Together. And touch wings like in love. I believe in love. I believe in hope. And I believe in maybe. Her story ‘maybe’ is so powerful. ‘The covid pandemic has lasted 4 months and will last 2 more months minimum before tourists can come back to Bangkok. That is awful, yes? Maybe. Well what if I start …
Who am I? That’s not a rhetorical question for you, its a self-reflective inquisition of myself. If I look at the bright side of things – and god knows that’s been hard to do this month – I could step back and say that I’m just maturing from the mid 20’s girl I was when I started writing for this site to the “not quite” mid 30’s woman I am now , and with time has come a decade of change that makes me wince at who I was , right up to about a year ago. Now some might say it took this cancer in my chest to bring about change but in truth its been this whole last …
I’m trying to figure out why it’s been so damn hard to write this story , after all, I’ve been at it all day , and this is the umpteenth retake. So around 5pm , out of total frustration, I went outside on the balcony and had a good conversation with my cactus plant as I usually do when things are feeling a bit overwehelming. Sitting there from late afternoon to mid evening with my plant coddled between my knees , watching the day turn to night , I kind of got some clarity on just why it’s always been hard to write about something other than the crazy fun sessions that I do every month. There’s always been this …
3 months. 0 sessions. And I am still alive. Wow. Not only that … I feel better and stronger and way more sexy than me in March. In March I was 65 kg. Today I hit 59kg … yes down 6kg. Why? How? I learned a new English word lately … budget. How to budget 500 baht to last one month for food. Actually I learn a lot of new english word lately and it really fuck up my Thai. 2 example. Yesterday I went to buy mint from across the street the girl sale all the vegetebles on her cart. I had no idea anymore how to say mint in Thai. I kept saying “mint, mint, mint” to …
Sorry for not posting for a while, given where I live though, I must be careful about what I say as free speech is something of a misnomer here in times of duress. No doubt, as like you, I’ve had a few hundred thoughts pass through my mind , all of which are worthy of prose. However if I did use this platform to write about just my thoughts in the absense of bdsm sessions it wouldn’t have the FemDom / Mistress’s thoughts balance that Jaa and I have maintained over the past decade. But I’m getting an uptick in the number of “what’s it like over there, things changing?” kinds of emails , so let me just brief you …
So I did my first session today since we halted things 8 weeks ago. I’m gonna shoot from the hip here and type off the top of my head about how it went and the subtle changes I (we) have had to make – and the reasoning behind said decisions. The session itself was fine, great even. It was like seeing a long lost friend one hadn’t seen in years and years, wherein reality it was only our second ever meeting. And oh ya, that ‘long lost friend’ – he of 53 years old – had a raging boner like when he was 23 years old. Oh and not only that, but if you remember back to perhaps your first …