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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

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 inherent responsibility to make guys laugh and smile. I’m a recreation, a sort of ‘place’ in your mind that symbolizes fun , excitement, and happiness – kind of like Ronald the clown outside of every McDonalds – you see him and you know you’re stomach’s gonna be happy, right? Ok well, maybe not after your 3rd Big Mac , but initially you were thinking “ah McDonald’s, always makes my stomach happy.” So for you, I’m “ah my Mistress, always makes my **** happy.” 🙂

I get it, I understand men. I’m happy I do understand them so much because it makes it easy doing what I do. I’ve basically had this little utopian world all around me for the past decade where everything I touched turned to gold. Err, well, technically things I’d touch would turn hard first, and then came the gold.

So ya, I’ve hardly writen about the personal side of my life here on my blog , I’ve always wanted it to be a fun thing to read.

I suppose that’s why there haven’t been many posted stories these past four months , there’s been such a derth of sessions that I’ve had a hard time finding fun things to write about. If you compound that with living alone here, and being told to stay in my room by myself for a third of a year , those moments where I’m feeling down can really spiral out of control for an evening.

But the sun comes up the next day , and the next , and the next, and eventually I just got numb to this new life we’re all in. So let’s see if I can toss that numbness aside and keep things lighthearted as I tell you about the month I’ve had so far, it’s been a doozy.

So on or about June 10th I said ‘fuck it’ I’m gonna go have some fantasy fun. I got the idea from a story I read about Korean’s signing up for a ‘make believe’ tour to the airport , where they actually paid money to act out like they were going on vacation … the story said it helped them relieve the stress of suffering through four months of lockdown.

‘Good idea’ I thought, I’m going to go act out like I’m going through with a boob job. Its something that’s been a fantasy of mine for quite some time now, and initially I killed a good two whole days researching reviews to find out which doctor had the best reputation. Do you guys remember Mistress Natty? She was this site’s first ladyboy mistress, a favourite of some of my old time readers.

Natty, when considering where to go for her transgender surgery (ie: guillotine my dick ‘n balls procedure) chose the equivilant of BetelGeuse’s Discounted Ball Removal Shop. It was a grungy place, so grungy that when you went into the place you went down two steps – physically and socially.

I shit you not. I’ll never forget going to visit Natty post surgery, in the basement – and look, we don’t have basement’s on this side of the world ok, so let that sink in how seedy that place was … and there she (he?) was in a tiny square room jammed with as many beds and bodies as it could hold, seeped with the smell of antibiotic oil and four ‘one stick’ fluorescent lights … the kind that are so sickly green you can litereally feel them sucking the will to live out of your soul.

I was not going to go to a place like that. I had Beverly Hills in mind , or Bangkok’s version of 90210 I suppose. So I found an upscale clinic, a very posh one , and 24 hours later I was sitting on the doctor’s bed getting my boobs examined. I wonder, is the feeling of having a doctor examine my boobs the same as you guys having your doctor feel your balls? At least I don’t have to turn my head and cough when he probes my nipples.

I was having fun. Right up until the point he kept coming back to my right breast and was noticeably probing harder, matched with the quite obvious look of concern that had swept across his brow.

“Have you submitted yourself for a chest xtray lately?” he asked.

Straight out I told him that 2 years ago my family doctor had discovered I had a cluster of cyst’s in my chest area that I should at some point get removed.

I don’t know if you guys remember, but at that same time 2 years ago the left lip of my pussy got infected and blew up to the size of a tire , which required barbaric surgery where they didn’t knock me out before cutting my vagina with a knife. My pussy lip cost me 30k , something I’ve never forgiven her for , and I put off the cyst removal procedure to a later date, something I never got around to because the number of sessions and Europe trips were just too frequent.

“I want you to go see this doctor, tell him I sent you” he said as he slipped me a business card and right away the word Ocologist on the card conjured a shot across my nerves that was as sharp as a dagger’s point.

So there I was, role-playing my way through a fun afternoon at the doctor’s office, much the same as a little girl would act out life playing with her doll house , when suddenly life dropped this word cancer on my lap and said ‘here , role play with this.”

And so I did. Because I had two whole days to sit alone in my condo between June 10th and June 12th and contemplate , amongst other things, mortality.

You know how I often crow about how I’ve embraced life living alone, even proudly going by the pseudonym of Lone Wolf ? Well as it turns out, being alone in my condo when one’s mind is running amok is a special kind of hell.

June 12th arrives, a day I’ll always refer to as my very own Kindergarten Cop day …

“It’s not a tumor, it’s a cyst.”

“No miss, it’s a tumor, multiple ones, and on both sides of your breasts.”

At that moment I felt like Noah did when God told him to stop what he was doing and go build an ark. Get the fuck out of here.

When I took an Improv class back in Australia, one of the first things they taught me was a comedy method called “yes, and…” where as soon as somebody gives you a premise, you don’t fight it. Instead you train your mind to instantly accept the news and build upon it by saying to yourself “yes, and…” where upon you submit your own idea and build the premise instead of pouring cold water on it.

There was this older guy in my class , his name was Charlie, which has forever stuck in my brain as I always saw him in my mind as the character Charlie from the book Flowers From Algernon. Except in the book that Charlie is 32 years old, while the Charlie in my class who always sat directly in front of me and one chair to the right was more like 52.

Anyways, Charlie, a lawyer in real life, thoroughly sucked at the game ‘yes, and’ , like he would fail so spectacularly at ‘yes, and’ that it became a laughing point for the rest of the group. At one point, when it was my turn to stand up and present a premise in front of the group, I simply reached up and acted out the process of screwing in a lightbulb on an imaginary ceiling above me.

The next person in line (we were lined up to take the person’s premise and add on to it with a ‘yes, and’ action of our own) , the guy’s name was Mike, and he was an ‘outside the box’ thinker if I ever saw one, walked up to me, … examined my hand motion of screwing in a light bulb , and opened an imaginary oven door … for me to put the pizza … not a lightbulb … inside to cook. So I did, and said in my worst possible Italian accent : “ats a gonna be a nicea pizza whena she’s a cooked”

Charlie was next.

“No, no , no , no , no , no” he said, “what the fuck are you doing?” “That’s not a pizza, she’s obviously screwing in a lightbulb” and he even pointed to the imaginary space above my head where I was indeed screwing in the lightbulb.

“But Mike turned the premise into a pizza, so it’s a pizza now” said our teacher Rebecca.

“It’s a fucking lightbulb , ask her, ask her , she’ll tell you, it was a fucking light bulb , right? right?” he said looking furiously at me to agree with him.

“Actually” I said, while pausing, “I think maybe it was a pizza after all, who knew?” and I shrugged my shoulders.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Fuck you all. You’re all fucking screwey” he said, and he stormed out of the class. That was the last time I ever saw Charlie.

30.

“thirty” I replied to the doctor.

“Pardon me, again? she replied.

“I want to see 30 countries. I’m so close. I’ve seen 28. I’m a girl born and raised in a Thai ghetto , and I’ve somehow managed to have seen 28 fucking countries in my life. I want to see 30.”

The doctor … a she … paused to inhale my comment , then continued with “well, let’s see what happens with …”

“30!” I said, interrupting her. I was having a Charlie moment. With my training , lol all 6 months of it, I should have built upon my Dr.’s tumor premise and played ‘yes, and’ by building upon it and going down she wanted us to go down.

So I’m telling you this because to me it was a really important moment in my life, and I got to see how my brain reacted to fucking awful news. I rejected the premise. Wholly.

“I get to see 30 countries” was my “it’s a fucking lightbulb” moment. And I too , stupidly I might add, stormed out of her office much the same way Charlie stormed out of our classroom oh so many years ago.

June 13th. I had the first tumor removed. It was the size of a hail stone. Did I ever tell you my most magnifiscent moment of 2019? I was walking down a quaint quiet street in Rome where the temperature was cool but by no means cold , and then suddenly it began to hail. I’d only seen it in movies or on television, you see … we don’t get a lot of hail in Bangkok, especially when its 45C in the shade. I remember feeling so very lucky, blessed even, that I got to see hail. So much so that I danced in that narrow little cobblestone street while these rocks of ice were bouncing off my head. Would if I could … had I died from an ice rock hitting my head right there and then … I would have died so happily.

That was the first procedure. There’s many more to be removed , and that’s just from one side, the side they call premalignant. The other side, that’s the side the boob job doctor was so intently examining a couple weeks back , gosh that feels like several years ago now. Ima going to call that side the “get these hail stones out of me NOW side. Because if I don’t , well, I’m not going to be seeing my 30th country, let alone my 29th.

See there’s a problem with getting them out though , I always knew in the back of my mind that I come from a ‘pay to live’ healthcare system , where only the wealthy can afford to live when the shit hits the fan. Each procedure is about 30k , which in normal times – I’m talking the past decade – would be just fine.

These aren’t normal times though, are they?

Except for that session I wrote about a couple weeks ago, it’s been four straight months of lockdown. And I have multiple hail stones that can’t wait for Covid to be finished with before being removed. Time, as they say, is an issue.

Which brings me to my birthday, June 22nd, this past Monday.

Gonna be honest with you , me, a hard ass Mistress, did nothing but cry from the 13th to my birthday, every day, until I cried myself to sleep. Not quite the image I’ve been presenting these past few years eh?

Monday morning , I woke up to my phone’s LED light flashing, so at about 7am I rolled over to pick my phone up from the night stand and flicked down to see what messages the little green light was so intent on letting me know about.

There were so many messages on the notification menu that I had to scroll down with my finger just to see how many.

I didn’t even have to open my mail because I could see the first words over and over again … Happy Birthday.

May I tell you, that was the first time all month I smiled.

So when I mentioned today on Twitter that I had to attend to some email before I could write this story , that’s what I was replying to. Each and every person who sent me an email, I wrote to you in lengthy replies to let you know just how much a simple email made me smile when I needed it most.

Now, the next step.

Might be that I have to move from here.

And damm, I just paid deposit first and last month’s rent in April, remember? I moved to a lower floor after complaining many times that I wasn’t happy with the excessive furniture cluttering up the condo on the 20th floor. I’m gonna lose that last month deposit if I move, all 40k of it. Ironic because that would pay for at least one more cluster removal. Sigh.

Home is where you hang your hat right? This has been home for oh so long, its just soul shattering to think about leaving here at a time where I really need a familiar place to ‘hang my hat’ so to speak.

So what to do, what to do.

I had hopes July would be a return to normalcy, but I saw the guidelines for the next phase of “re-opening” and ya well, you guys won’t be coming here in July. Maybe August , but not unless you’re ok with subjecting yourself to some unreal restrictions. September then? October?

Will I even be around to see October? Gosh.

Pre-sell sessions maybe?

I’m trying to relay my ‘inner-Mike’ , the pizza oven outside the box thinking guy from improv.

I’m gonna look into a GoFundMe page, but I’m Thai and we’re not counted as being human to them, so I’m in talks with setting it up through one of you guys over on the proper side of the world.

PayPal’s not an option as they’ve shut down me, Wael, and even her physically challenged sister’s account.

Also, I guess I should start taking steps to get Mistress Wael ready to take things over in case I’m not around to see 2021. Sigh again.

See? This is exactly why I had trouble writing this story all day. I’m a fun loving girl, I need to write about things so they make you laugh and smile. Spitballing ideas off the top of my head of how to get through this doesn’t make for the greatest of reading does it?

I want to see England.

I want to go back and continue learning German so I can order cheese from that lovely Markthale Neun market in Berlin.

How on earth did I miss visiting Pamukkale when I first visited Turkey!!! Not only do I need to get back there and see that wonder with my own eyes, I need to see as many natural wonders of the world as I can.

But if I don’t. If indeed this is the beginning of the end, I have no regrets.

I’m a Thai girl born and raised in poverty in a ghetto , one who’s gazed over Fjord’s in Norway, looked out upon Paris from atop the Eiffel Tower , has climbed not one but two active volcanos, and had fish swim along beside me in the turquoise waters of Halong Bay.

I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe.

But it’s not time to die, it’s time to fight. And hey, if I come through this ok, I have the ultimate choice before me don’t I?

Either go with Mad Max type battle scared boobs, or get the boob job in the place where this ‘fantasy’ all started. I see myself as a Mad-Max kind of girl , no? Ah, we’ll see.

Suu-suu. I do not go gentle …

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

xx

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June 25, 2020
Wael 2.0 | Mistress Wael

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 her and try to make the English word sound Thai.

Then this morning I took the garbage to the bin and I trip on the hose the security man use to spray the plant. I say to him “oh my gosh I am so sorry” and he look at me like I’m alien.

I should say “khaw tot” but I never do now.

Everything I say I say in English now because I stay alone for 3 months in my room and only watch Netflix and PodCasts and never listen to Thai.

Maybe I will forget Thai soon? Possible?

Budget. 500 baht is $20 in your money. How to make it last 1 month for food?

2 word. Intermittent Fasting.

I eat 1 time 1 day only at 1pm. And right now I try extend to 72 hour IF. Money i can save if I eat 1 time every 3 days is better by 33%.

I cut rice from my diet. I order a lot of fried chicken and Durian. At 1pm I eat until full and done until 1 day pass.

Imagine that. Can eat very spicy Korean style fried chicken and lose weight.

Maybe because 9pm-11pm every night I exercise around the condo. 16kg kettlebell – I carry that when I walk. I lift it. I pull it. If I could I would shit on it too because I hate it so much.

But when I wake up I look in the mirror … and I love my kettlebell … because I have more curve than yesterday 🙂

Ya my life is like that. And I am learning.

Lately I watch everything about Elon Musk. He inspire me.

In fact … my idea for my video store on this site come from the first 5 minutes of the podcast … from how many people buy his flamethrower …

I thought … if he can sell hat and a flamethrower and make 1 million … I can sale my videos and maybe survive a 4 month lockdown.

And it work!

Until P_yP_l close my account. And then my sister account. In 1 day.

So now all my video sales money is in Amazon gift card … but our airport is closed … so cannot buy anything.

That made me study bitcoin and now I have bitcoin wallet and will put 1 option to pay with bitcoin for the videos.

Now I am thinking … Elon sells more than 1 thing in his store. I can do too.

So now this month I design Mistress Wael bdsm hats and tshirt and underwear. Should be ready for July to sale.

Maybe a femdom flamethrower too. Teach me how to make … I will sale.

Thing is. Covid or no Covid. I change a lot this year. I get smart.

I mean … I m not smart like you. But compare to me who I was before. Yes I am much smarter than me 2 year ago.

And I feel frustrate. Because I video call to my 2 daughter and try to teach both … try to change them … open their eye … teach 1 word of english every night. Teach them about NeuroLink … about technology.

But they don’t want to know. Don’t want to learn.

And when that happen and I feel frustrate … I see myself how I was like that at 14yo.

I try to chat with my girlfriends and cannot now. They want to talk about everything basic and I want to talk about technology.

So I start now to understand what your head mistress tallk about … how we separate from basic level but not at your level … we caught in between. And that make us feel isolate. Yes I get it now.

That is why I cannot wait for sessions to start again. I feel I can be much better than 4 months ago.

You know something?

I never stop to dream about femdom and bdsm. I have Mistress dreams every night.

Last night I dream about control a man and his wife … in their home … in France!! I taught her how to be a Mistress and we sex torture her husband every day when he come home from work.

I woke up this morning and my pussy was so wet.

I did buy 1 thing from my Amazon money. Civilization 6 game. Because I saw on Facebook a group for it in Thai and made me want to try.

All my city has a bdsm name.

Fort Ballbreaker. BDSM City. Town of Men with Small Dicks. HumiliationVille.

But I lose every game. Just like my Jiu Jitsu … I am too nice. I want world peace but everybody make war and attack me.

So now I play Canada so nobody can war with me. I will make world peace!!

Ok that is my update. I cannot wait to Tease you again very soon.

SMS me anytime please. I love to talk with everybody. It keeps me company.

I still believe not until my birthday August 15 will everything start to be normal.

When sports comes back and I can watch hockey again … then I feel people will relax and start to remember to enjoy life.

Right now there is too much politics and protest.

And why? Because I think no sports. Sports is like the pill to make everybody calm down.

… and I am like the pill you take to get excited.

Don’t worry. Both pills coming after August 🙂

Mistress Wael

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

Mistress Jaa : [email protected]

Mistress Wael : [email protected]

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

June 19, 2020
“They Can’t Make Things Like That Yet”

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 about that on two fronts: the actual changes and the mental/spiritual changes.

My street , soi 11, normally one of the busiest in the city is dead come 9pm every evening. Still.

We did a session , our 3rd since March , back on Monday and it ended at 10pm. We thought that was ample time for Wael and our submissive pet to get back to the BTS and be home in time for the 11pm-3am curfew that’s still in effect.

Wrong!

I wanted to put a photo of what my street normally looks like, but on the off chance that’s illegal somehow, I’m posting a photo of Broccoli instead.

As most of you know, my condo is a 2 minute jaunt down the street on a motorcycle taxi, or a nice casual 12 minute stroll past the ample excitement of bars overflowing, street vendors selling their foods as well as the countless restaurants brimming with customers and traffic at a near standstill save the countless motorcycle taxis darting in and out making their way freely up and down the soi.

Mistress Wael ran it – in high heels – in 6 minutes flat.

Because the last bts train is at or about 10:30pm and they both left my condo around 10:12’ish after showering and whatnot which should have given them well enough time to make it, … but there wasn’t a person, taxi, car, or motorcycle in sight.

Now this weekend begins the next phase of re-opening. Bars and clubs will still be closed but getting a bite to eat might be possible so let’s see if it stops looking like a scene from The Walking Dead around here.

Looks like International travel will be restricted to those countries with 0 to no infections , so yay if you’re from any country run by a dictator or a woman , bad if you’re from a country being led by a salesman.

Most of you guys are in N.A or Europe , and well, I don’t have much hope for you being allowed to fly here until sometime after October , and even at that , please tell me you’d say no to those terms and conditions.

Terms & Conditions , isn’t that what this year has digressed to? I proudly spend my time dodging all those Terms & Conditions layed down upon us , cuz I’m one of those tin foil hat wearing kind of girls … you know, the kind that thinks power, control and loss of liberty never gets rolled back once infringed upon.

I went to MBK this week , signed in as Princess Leia after saying ‘oops I left my spyphone at home’ and got reprimanded by a 60 year old bucktoothed security guy making $4/day to ‘make sure I bring my spyphone next time or else!’

Or else what?

Went up to the cell phone floor and bought the oldest non functional phone I could find , a Motorola T720 , hoping it had rubber skin.

“Because listen … the new phones sold today are an infiltration unit, part phone, part machine. Underneath its a hyper-alloy spying chasis, microprossesor controlled, fully armored, very tough. But outside it’s controlled by living human tissue. Flesh, skin, hair, blood, grown for the governments.

Pay attention! I gotta ditch this slave.

The 700 series had interchangeable back plates , we spotted them easy. But today’s phones are new, they act human. Sweat, bad breath, everything. Very hard to spot. I had to wait for governments to control us with an app before I could zero them by buying this T720.

“Look, I am not stupid you know, they cannot make things like that yet.”

Not yet, not for about 40 years. (think about that projection, because The Terminator was released in 1984 making 2024 the year Reese was from, so close to today’s 2020!!!)

“Are you saying those phones are from the future?”

What possible future? From your point of view … I don’t know tech stuff.

“Then you’re from the future too , is that right?

“Right.”

“Listen. And understand. Those government spy apps are out there. They can’t be bargained with. They can’t be reasoned with. They don’t feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And they abolutely will not stop spying on you … ever … even after Covid is dead.

If you’re looking for a reason to join my Tin Foil Hat club, do what I did. Put a set of computer headphones over your T-1000 phone and load a Spanish radio station from Argentina on your browser … then just let the internet radio play for 24 hours so your phone can soak in some culture. The next day, when all your social apps start feeding you Spanish ads , come collect your hat.

Not me baby.

Since I bought that circa 2002 T720 Motorolla classic, I’ve signed in at every store I go shopping at as every female Star Wars character I could think of , all while writing in scribble with my left hand, and while the phone number I put changes , the last numbers are always 1701 as a nod to Star Trek’s starship Enterprise.

So on the off chance I do get infected (somebody do the math on the chances of that please cuz I’m awful at calculations … 80 active cases out of 70 million people) they’ll be tracing Padmé Amidala currently living in the Romulan neutral zone. Good luck with that.

Ha! The only way they’d control me is if they eliminated old cell phones (Will Smith in I,Robat anyone?) and forced everybody to wear fitness watch like wearables – which if you didn’t wear would mean you’re not a “citizen” and thus cannot buy even basic necessities like food.

That’ll never happen. We as the human race would never allow that to happen, would we?

Wait! Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck.

See? This is why I’m not posting often. One because this is tip of the iceburg shit, I could go on endlessly about what I’m researching and how it scares the hell out of me. I’ve read George Orwell’s 1984, I’ve read Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World , I have sufficient tin foil hat background prep people!

So let’s instead talk about sessions and when they may return to normal.

I’m with Mistress Wael on this one , she’s been saying since May “when sports come back, the world will come back.”

Why? Because North American sports take their cue from health officals , and why wouldn’t they, do you know how irreplaceable a Michael Jordan , a Sidney Crosby, and a Babe Ruth are? Ok so sue me, one of those 3 is retired and one is dead, I don’t follow sports , but you get my meaning right?

Sports is coming back in August en masse.

Which means I’m gonna losee my bet with Wael. We wagered back in March that sessions would return to normal volume by either my birthday June 22nd or her birthday August 15th.

My birthday is in 10 days, ain’t happening.

Care to guess how I have to pay up?

She’ll be posting her update tomorrow on the blog, we’ll talk then.

xx

Book A Session

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

Mistress Jaa : [email protected]

Mistress Wael : [email protected]

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

June 12, 2020
My First Session in 8 Weeks!

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 or second intimate naked meeting with a girl , say when you were a teenager … remember how sensitive your dick was to a girl’s touch? Like, she’d touch it and your cock would slam its head into your belly button and bob at attention.

Well his dick was like that today , which made tease & denial more like denial & teaseabit.

Now, he’s a single guy, so I’d imagine for you dudes locked up with your wives and girlfriends your dick sensitivity will be staus quo , but for single guys who’ve been swiping girls photos on their instagram for 2 months with 0 female contact … I’m letting you know right now , your dick is gonna be hyper sensitive to touch for a while.

The other thing I noticed right off the bat was just how over stimulated he got from seduction and I attribute that to something i’m going to call ‘mental distancing’ wherein we’ve become so accustomed to the word distance lately that we’re starting to become like polor opposite magnets in how we interact as a society.

Case in point, I was in the lift just yesterday going down to the lobby to wait for the food I had ordered. The doors opened on the 7th and 4th floors on the way down … and on both occasions the people waiting opted to not join me and wait for another – hopefully empty lift – to arrive.

Then as I’m waiting on the edge of the sofa for the food guy to arrive … it was painfully visible the wide circle people were taking to maintain maximum distance from me as they crossed to and fro in the lobby foyer.

Like, what – the – actual – fuck.

So my theory is that men are going to be ultra sensitive to a woman’s touch going forward, I’ll need a larger sample size before I can make any preliminary conclusion – but its something I think you fellas should be mindful about. Don’t let this world we’re now living in affect your mental distancing … being intimate is a great part of what makes our relationships and our encounters so great.

Anyways, its been those waits for food in the lobby that gave me a good idea of how to go forward with sessions. Look, I’m trying really fucking hard right here not to talk about my feelings about all this as – like always – they go against popular mainstream thought – but the hundreds of you who’ve been in constant email contact with me the last while know where I stand. For instance, the ISpy phone app they want us to use for shopping – lmfao. Today was the first day malls opened here and my jaw hit the floor when I saw the mobs around the new Orwellian app – all clamoring to throw their privacy into the trash as we take one step closer towards a 1984 society. It reminded me of “so this is how liberty dies” line from Star Wars …

But, I digress.

My job is to keep you and me safe from things far more fearsome than covid, so let’s focus on that shall we.

I’ve made quite a life for myself out of revere-enginering authoritative red-tape. It’s quite easy to get a visa to Europe when you first find out all the ways they can deny you … and then simply remove their ability to do so for each and every issue.

That’s what we’re gonna do here , you and I … reverse engineer the measures they’ve implemented.

So in my condo lobby there’s two guards working, Bimbo and Bozo.

We don’t even have to concern ourselves with Bimbo the militaristic like day guard who’s finally allowed to live out his dream as running condo security like Forest Gump’s army bus driver. My sessions are in the evening where Bozo the Clueless runs the new visitor check in rules.

They want you to wear a mask.

So the way I see it, you and I can go about this two ways.

One, we can meet out in the back alley by the trash compactor and fight it out like we’re reinacting the 6 minute long fight scene from They Live wherein I force you to wear a mask upon arriving …

… or you can just wear a mask to appease the aliens , and we don’t have to fight. (i’d kick your ass anyways!)

Ok, next issue. You’re hot!

No, not “hot” as in ‘you’re dead sexy , look at your sexy body” …

I mean hot as in … temperature hot.

They’re gonna check your temperature before you can come up for some fun.

So to make sure one of you dudes don’t show up en fuego and have a team of covidcops suddenly drop down from the ceiling and surround us in the lobby , I’ve got a way to deal with this intrusion as well.

I bought this super uncomfortable but very reliable rectal thermometer , and I’m gonna need you to drop your pants back behind the dumpster so I can hard wedge the device up your anus.

Joking.

I did buy one of those fancy dancy high tech thermometers though.

We’re not gonna meet in the lobby like we’ve been doing. Instead , we’re either gonna meet in front of the condo , or just across the street in front of 7Eleven … where , yes, I’m going to preemptively do a Star Trek scan on your forehead with this thermometer thingy.

So help-a-girl out here will ya … don’t be an asshat and hike it from the top of the street some 6 minutes away to my condo as some of you have been prone to do over the years.

That’s gonna make you hotter than boiled broccoli , and I need you cool as a cucumber … so grab some of that cool breeze you get on the motorcycle taxi down to my place m’k?

Once my thermodoohicky reads you as safe , we’re gonna waltz across the street where Bozo the Clueless is gonna give you the exact same forehead scan.

This way, I 100% guarantee that I don’t attract unwanted attention. Which brings me back to a great albeit brief conversation I had with a cop one evening over dinner many years ago.

I had asked him “so how does one go a whole lifetime without ever once having to interact with any policeman” (read ‘tween the lines, I wasn’t all that into him)

But his reply has stuck with me forever, “easy, don’t draw attention to yourself.”

That’s what these new protocals are about, avoiding all possible attention.

Once we’re past the Pentagon’s … errr …. I mean … the condo’s lobby … you can take the mask off for the duration of the session.

You’ll be asked to shower , but I’ve been doing that since the getgo a decade back.

I bought new towels though. 3 more sets. So you’re absolutely guaranteed to be using a fresh , newly washed towel every time.

Same with the bed sheets. Bought 3 more sets of those as well. Bringing the grand total to 7 which is a bit of an overkill , but saves me from having to do laundry every single day.

That’s it. That’s all. Dem’s the new rules per se.

Ah, one more thing. And this one is on you, not me.

Well, it kind of is on me too, as I’ll be quite selective on who I’m seeing until this fucking contact tracing dissipates.

Let’s be clear on the ramifications of this new super-spy world we now live in ok.

You come to see me, then you snuggle up for the night with Fee, then on Tuesday you fuck Fyy , and have dinner with Foh before re-shagging a girl you met playing pool named Fum.

Fee, Fi , Foh , Fum … you just got traced buddy. Guess who gets a knock on her door at 4am come Wednesday morning? That’s right, me.

Cuz I guarantee you, one of those chicks went and scanned her phone when she went to buy her lipstick the other day , and now she’s being tracked.

Every Breath You Take isn’t just a song by Sting any longer …

You drinkin’ my sake kemo sabe?

You sippin’ my soupee guataloupee?

Point taken Kevin Bacon?

Sessions are indeed open , but playboy’s need not apply … is what I’m sayin.

Anyways, I’m not expecting a Klondike gold rush of slaves to my front door , not yet at least. The airport won’t be opening ’til July 1st so unless you’re planning on rowing your way here for your session, these rules are initially for those who are stuck here like me.

Finally, can’t believe I’m suggesting this but , you might want to consider spanking the monkey the day before you see me.

Like I said, jr. down there between your legs isn’t used to intimacy , and my sessions have been and always will be about as intimate as you can get.

xx

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May 17, 2020
Leg Lockdown for T&D | Mistress Wael
Leg Lockdown.

I wanted to talk about my #1 trick for human toilet training today. But the only slave who will do the photo and video of my technique is in Phuket so I have to wait.

Ok so. Let me to talk to you about a Jiu Jitsu move I use in my Tease & Denial sessions.

First let me show you what it is. And then why I use it. And finally how I use it.

Leg Lockdown for Tease & Denial

My favourite classes in Jiu Jitsu – the classes they teach a move and I think “yes I can use that in my sessions!”

Leg Triangles I use for our play wrestling.

Feet on Hips and Hip Escape I use to stop you from winning the “Lick My Pussy” game.

But the easiest move I think is the Leg Lockdown.

I use it mostly for Netflix Tease & Denial sessions. But can do for normal Tease & Denial sessions – if the guy likes to move too much.

So what is it?

It is this …

Actually my bottom leg is lazy in the photo.

And this is opposite leg lockdown … mean I flip my leg how I lock you when I roll my body to lay on your chest.

Often I do Tease & Denial with my head on the pillow and I am on my back. Then I do normal leg lockdown. Normal leg lockdown looks like this …

But we are side by side in the session.

Same. I lock your leg the same way.

And if I roll to face you … I flip my legs opposite so you don’t hurt your knee when I move.

I never one time used leg lockdown when I fight Jiu Jitsu in class.

But I use it almost every session of Tease & Denial with you.

Why?

Why Use Leg Entanglement

Easy.

It feels really sexy for you.

To feel all my 2 legs wrap your one leg and have me tease your cock – it is a lot of feeling for your brain … nice feeling.

My warm legs. Smooth legs holding your legs. And my body is really close to you with Netflix Tease & Denial.

Remember … Netflix Tease & Denial is just watching a movie for 2 hours and really slow massage of your cock. Sometimes he is hard. Sometimes I keep him soft. More important is you feel like you watch a movie with your girlfriend.

Ok reason #2.

You cannot get out of Leg Lockdown. No way. So I can control your leg when you get super hard and close to cum.

Every man … yes every man … wants to bend his legs when he knows he will cum soon.

Leg Lockdown guarantee you cannot bend one leg. The other leg ? … up to me. See the rope in the photo above? It is for that … to tie the other leg.

But maybe I let it be free. Or I tie it to the bed. Up to my mood.

If I tie it and do Leg Lockdown … you are fucked. I control your orgasm 100% and your legs cannot help you or help the feel.

How to Use Leg Lockdown

1. Let you know who is boss. It feels good. Until you open your eyes. And see you cannot move. Cannot get your leg out. Men who try too much to get the leg free … I spank their balls. Just one time because it works fast lol.

2. Pull when you cum. If I pull my leg away from your hip … it hurts a lot with Leg Lockdown. But if I do it when you come .. it feels good. Helps you cum even more. Because it is like streching when you cum.

3. Spread your legs. Men don’t like me to spread the legs too far in Tease & Denial. It leave the balls very open. Men get nervous when I spread the legs and focus on the balls and not the dick. A nervous man … is a man I control better. Lockdown guarantees I can spread your legs very far without you closing your legs again.

That is all. Simple technique. Makes men crazy.

Mistress Wael
- 9pm-10pm I run outside before curfew starts. So I do SMS conversation with everybody about 10:30 to 11pm and I sleep little bit after 11pm. If you want to say hello to me on sms … say hi around 10:30pm my time. I always on to say hello to you.
- I lost 10,000 baht until November yesterday because P_yP_L closed my account. That was rent money for May 22 when the bill comes for have to pay condo. So …
- Sessions probably will start June 1st. So start today I will answer session request serious like before. Put the session date after June 1st ok.
- You can still buy the videos on the store page. Have new account already. I will be more careful what I put in the “Note” part of the invoice. Something like “hello” … basic like that.
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May 5, 2020
The Terminator | June 1st Sessions?

The Terminator vs The World

” The Terminator vs The World ” in Theaters June 1st.

Sort of, you’ll see what I mean in a bit.

See, today is May 1st , and since I believe my country will begin to open things back up on June 1st , I’m focusing on how I might consider resuming sessions since that reality is only about 30 days away.

I gotta admit , if Covid was a poker game, and June 1st was the day countries went ‘all in’ and had to show their hands … I’d have thought the chances of my country laying down a royal flush to be slim and none – had you asked me back in March.

But here we are at the poker table , with Taiwan, China, Hong Kong and my country all holding Royal Flushes, 4 Aces , Straight Flushes and Full Houses.

While USA is bluffing , holding only a Joker card.

That’s why I kinda like Covid in that it’s like The Terminator….

Kyle Reese: “Listen, and understand. The terminator is out there. It can’t be bargained with. It can’t be reasoned with. It doesn’t feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are dead.”

You have to respect something like that, dontcha?

From what I’ve been hearing, some of the world is trying to put a date to the moment they think The Terminator won’t kill them , and the first of those dates is May 15th.

So with the help of some factual figures and a percentage increase calculator I did a little math this morning, For a (very) brief second I considered brushing off my calculus skills to calculate the upward slope of this weeks USA Active Cases curve – but then I quickly remembered why I had to seduce a classmate and then steal the final exam to get the 81% final grade I got in that course.

Thus, I did some projections instead.

First I calculated the daily % increases of cases day over day – as USA is the only country in the world this week to record 4 and quite probably 5 consecutive upticks in active Covid cases. That average % increase is just under 10% , so I knocked it down to only a 9% increase for my model.

It’s a fallacy to do so in my opinion as each day more and more beaches, restaurants, protests are opening up over there – so the % increase should probably be rounded up and not down, but I wanted the numbers I’d be calculating to err on the low end.

On April 24th USA had it’s highest # of daily new cases 38,958. Yankee stadium holds 54,000 by comparison, so imagine a full capacity baseball game (if using the propoer 10% number) , but instead of fans, substitute dudes with Covid in their lungs.

On May 3rd or 4th – if we go by the same 9% growth of daily new cases USA has shown this week – they’ll top that highest number by quite a lot come Monday, surpassing 40,000 new cases in a day.

By May 15th that number would reach 112,000 per day!

To which I asked on Twitter, does USA have any idea whatsoever what a curve looks like? Apparently not.

Well Faucci does, but he’s been muzzled.

This is exactly what I thought might happen – the economic pressure to open up will far surpass the medical pressure to keep things safe.

Which is fine in a country like mine where everybody has been wearing masks since February – anybody who’s visited here this year can attest to that. We’ve had a 10-5 curfew for a month now, and are entering a mandated 2nd month of it – which I’m all for as preservation of life should always come first.

This is for a story I’m posting today on how I feel it’ll be quite safe to re-commence sessions – come June 1st – with those who have been domestically co-confined with me.#doAmericansKnowWhatACurveLooksLike pic.twitter.com/cCfdJc7aQj

— ThaiGoddessJaa (@FemDom_Bangkok) May 1, 2020

I have internal conflict , possibly a bias , towards the average of 7 people per day here who have tested positive and less than 1 death per day. On the one hand I can see a scenario where in a month’s time – just like Taiwan , China and Hong Kong – the daily number will be next to 0.

On the other hand, I have an leery eye that looks over my private Twitter list and sees how many doctors point to ‘tests per capita’ and what that ratio should be to have a firm understanding of a nation’s true spread rate.

One of the greatest things about Twitter is the private list feature. It takes time , but slowly one can pick out the few individuals that represent the truth when they speak, and putting them all (currently 110) into a list that only you can see – becomes a “personally selected news source of truth.”

It’s a great way to keep your ear close to the ground and see where the world truly stands at any given moment.

So where does my opinion stand , thanks to my news sources , regarding recommencing sessions?

Right now, as a projection for June 1st – I’m seriously considering seeing anyone who’s been stuck here with me since March, so long as that person hasn’t flown back to a red zone country and returned.

So lets say you’re stuck in Phuket and when the airports re-open in June and you want to fly up to see me or Wael for a session – that’s a yes in my books.

But if that same person wanted or had to quickly fly home to New York before flying back here the next week , that’d be a hard no.

With the talk of the world re-opening in phases – that i guess is my own ‘phase 1’ rule.

My second rule would have to do with defining what to me is a Red Zone country and what is a Green Zone country.

If said country’s contamination curve is near 0 , like Taiwan, Hong Kong, China currently are at – then that’d be a yes as well to sessions – as those countries would represent a Green Zone to me. So long as that person hasn’t travelled to a red zone country in the meantime. Australia , Germany , New Zealand are on my radar of countries agressively progressing in the right direction , they’re in my yellow zone right now and I may possibly be greenlighting them come June, we’ll see.

A Red Zone country means either that country has a curve but that curve is still hovering at unreasonably high levels of contamination.

I think USA needs its own color. How about yellow and black like a radioactive contamination sign?

If my chart above is anywhere close to accurate, that’d be a hard hard … like having sex with a nun type of no to seeing someone from the land of the lysol injecting brave.

Speaking of which , ever seen that SouthPark episode where Cartman finds out that people with Tourettes Syndrome can get away with whatever they uncontrollably say and then uses it to his advantage.

But as the show goes on , he starts actually blabbing out things he can’t control saying ….

As I see it, that’s Trump.

But hey, perhaps that’s what you get when you have a political system that allows a reality game show host to be president eh?

As George Carlin used to say “When you’re born you get a ticket to the freak show. When you’re born in America, you get a front row seat.”

USA vs The Terminator demands not only a front row seat , but it should be a never ending series that one can watch perpetually – kinda like The Walking Dead.

USA vs The Terminator as it turns out might actually be a prequel for USA vs The Walking Dead – if CWD ever finds its way from deers to humans.

I just love that there’s a disease out there in USA right now that not only eats through a deer’s brains , but also causes them to foam at the mouth like rabbies and turns them into savage biting predators trying to run at and bite anything they can see.

I say trying because if a particular deer has had the motor function part its brain eaten away it can’t walk normally. So imagine a world where human zombies are all trying to bite us , and its 100% fatal if they do, but some zombies will be able to run like the ones in 28 Days Later, but some will just spin in circles while others will have a leg drag or something dehabilitating like that.

Umm, I’m gonna go out on a limb and say a big NO to sessions with American CWD Zombies if it comes that , just so ya know my stance on that.

I’m in my new condo now, did it all by myself the last 2 days , took 30 or so trips up and down the elevator , haven’t unpacked yet though.

I want to write something sexy. Throw me a bone here guys, I haven’t talked to another human being in almost 2 months now , let alone do a session.

To be honest, I feel like a superhero that’s lost their powers. I’m no longer Superman , I’m Clark Kent , only I have boobs, he doesn’t.

Except I’m fine with that. I love all this time to be just me and not have to put on my SuperGirl cape and interrogate a dick until it explodes. I haven’t been ‘just me’ since 7 long years ago.

I’ve been thinking just how exceptional this all is. I mean, here I am writing a legitimate story about ‘red light zones’ and its not about Amsterdam. I’m actually writing a blog story about the safety of doing sessions without absorbing the risk of dying. Holy shit right?

60 days ago I was preoccupied with all the new femdom toys and furniture I’d be buying ‘n making for the new house I was intending on moving to.

Today I’m happy I’ve moved into a decent new condo where perhaps I’ll have to intermittently shelter in place in over the next 12 months.

I’ve gone from tyring to learn just how big is a billion in March when I was thinking the # of infections compared with China’s total population was infinitesimally small – to feeling astonished that The World is considering saying ‘fuck you’ to The Terminator already.

This isn’t a zero sum game. Either The Covid Terminator is going to win, or the collective free thinking world population is right and they’ll win.

Hmm, and what line is The Terminator most famous for? Oh ya, that’s right :

“I’ll be back.”

My money is on The Terminator. Luckily though, I live in a country full of mask wearin’ Michael Biehn’s and as such, with any luck in regards to my femdom sessions , I’ll be saying that other famous movie line …

June 1st, Game On!!!

xx

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May 1, 2020
Trading Spaces

Nothing overly hot in this story, it’s just an update on what’s happening in the lives of your Mistress’s and some corresponding thoughts as we near the end of April.

At the end of March when this all began in earnest my lease was ending but I was able to negotiate a month’s extension , which is ending Thursday.

So rather than write every day as I had intended to , I went on a house & condo search , trying to find the ‘next best place to live’ and had to make some tough decisions on the future of this business’s location as I did so.

As I see it, I had three options available to me.

a) Stick with my previous desire which was to move to a house and design the interior of it so that it resembled a play house of femdom furniture and devices. One of which I coveted the most was to find a place that allowed me to suspend men from the ceiling and have them hang at the level of my thighs all nice and hog tied for me me , Arita, and Wael to use ‘n abuse.

And why not make the leap? My Twitter was booming having recently surpassed 5k followers and is quickly on the way to 6k. Session requests had more then doubled the possible number of sessions the three of us could handle , and this condo – with its heavy-as-fuck marble furniture ate up all the empty space I used to have in my last condo.

I found this great house just a few steps away from Chit Lom and then on the same day I was infomed that a more spacious condo a few floors down below my current condo in the same building had become available.

b) I bought myself a few days time to think things over and see how this Covid thing would develop and then was slapped with the news that this country will remain shut down through the entiretly of May. Which , since I closely follow Dr.Faucci’s model made perfect sense as the tail end of his curve doesn’t subside to comfortably low levels of spread until June anyways – with July being the safer of the two months to consider some sort of “normalcy.”

Option B therefore could have me look for a tiny cheap place to wait out the storm for a couple more months , then pack all my shit up again and move to possibly a third temporary place before having a room in this building open up again. So I’d be a travelling road show per se which didn’t strike me as being particualrly ideal.

c) Uncertainty. In times of uncertainty , I’ve been wondering what the “new normal” is going to be like come the later part of the summer and early fall? How long will it take before “you guys” all have your lives return to normal and would consider travelling again? Not to mention, given the financial punch to the gut most are feeling right now – just how long will it be before ‘travelling’ even gets put on the front burner in your considerations of how to proceed with your life?

So given all that uncertainty – the only certain thing I know is that this condo’s location is damn near perfect. I gotta admit, that in weighing the pros and cons of moving – the best thing I got going for me is that you all know my place is at most 5 minutes away from whatever hotel you choose to stay at. (save for some of you whackos who chooose to stay way out by the muddy river )

Fuck it then, I’m gonna bite the bullet on my dreams to move into a nice spacious house and delay that idea for another year.

The new condo is just a few floors below this one and of the 3 I’ve stayed at in this building – it’s the nicest.

Won’t be suspending any of you dudes from the condo ceiling though – can’t have a Breaking Bad ceiling cave-in situation with you on the bottom of the rubble now can I?

Speaking of Breaking Bad – Mistress Wael is binge watching it finally – after years of coaxing her to do so.

Fuck has it ever been a tough month for her sister. I have a new found respect for people suffering through withdrawl symptoms now having watched her sister convulse her way to the hospital not once but twice in April.

CBD oil for her was my idea – and while it did solve the problem of allowing her sister to sleep – it it no way shape or form was enough to stop the bodily convulsions in the daytime.

Those 90 pills a day were costing Wael over 10,000 a month – to which I say – what fucking person can call himself a doctor and look himself in the mirror every day – when prescribing 100 pills a day – but I digress.

Now that she’s off of the medication , ya sure it was the school of hard knocks – but we learned that she definitely needs medication to control the shaking – as I saw from the video she showed me , her ‘sis can’t properly move her arm to get food from the dish to her mouth without it dropping all ove the place.

So anyways, we’re watching Breaking Bad at her place the other day and when she sees Walter’s son with Cerebral Palsy – she notes that he acts very much like her sister – especially in the way he talks.

But all the medications are for Down Syndrome! So now I’ve promised her that when this Covid ends and cash flow has returned to our lives , we’re going to get a private hospital doctor to properly analyze , diagnose, and prescribe for her ‘sis.

Also, a very heartfelf thanks from both of us to those of you who have supported Mistress Wael by either buying the videos she worked hard to amass for you , or by just making numerous small donations to help her get by.

What is the new normal going forward?

Femdom – or at least my version of it – is very much based on sexiness and proximity.

Are we to wear masks in our sessions – is that the new proticol? Fuck, I hope not. Showers have always been mandatory , and its been fun shopping for extra towels that only dudes would like , finding out what shampoos men prefer by trial and error, (ie: NOT Head & Shoulders) and realizing early on that though guys love bar soap – they don’t use it if other guys have been cleaning their balls with it 2 hours before. Try then – going as a girl to buy the “manliest” bottle soap – and see the look the cashier gives me when ringing it up.

So what now, I have to buy ‘manly’ hand sanitziers for post shower rituals?

How about ‘man-masks’? Do you prefer I buy The Lone Ranger mask or would a Hannibal Lector type mask suffice?

Ok in all seriousness, I reckon there is going to be two camps of Mistress’s moving forward. Those – and I’m not gonna mention names – but you can see on Twitter who are the ones doing sessions just as they were before : aka: the old normal.

The other camp will be the ‘new-normal’ style Mistresses – face masks, face shields, rubber gloves , masks , hand sanitzier – the whole nine yards.

I don’t know yet exactly how I’ll be changing things but I have a few things that I’ll just continue doing as I’ve always done in the past.

Towels have always been one use only , and I have 12 sets of towels so that I don’t have to do laundry every day but rather once a week. But maybe I think I will do laundry every day now.

Showers. Soap. Sanitizer , sure – I’ve always handled that with care.

But fuck, I need to be sexy.

My last session for instance, I had the guy tied to the kitchen chair – which was placed in the middle of the living room. He was naked – hard as a rock sitting there – as I straddled him and rubbed his pulsing dick against my upper groin and let him describe in his own words – into my ear – how smooth my waxed pubic area felt to him. Every time he’d try and describe how it felt I’d rub the sensitive part of his dick across my groin and give his dick one single tug – and a prolonged squeeze after.

“Whisper in my ear as you cum” I told him.

And I truly enjoy listening to all the things guys whisper when finally being allowed to cum.

Some thank me. Some repeatedly say “oh god.” And then there are those who just simply whimper uncontrollably.

No matter. The point is – I have to get super close to you in order for such a Tease & Denial session to have its full effect on your mind.

Somehow I don’t think it’d be the same if I have on rubber gloves , and we’re both wearing masks and face shields. Agree?

So we’ll see , that’s a bridge we’ll cross together I suppose once we get to it.

That’s it guys. I’m moving all my shit today and tomorrow. And ya screw it, I’m dressing skimpy as fuck to do so. This is what I wear every day for 6 weeks in a row and I’m not dressing up just to move boxes from one floor to another. If it was safe to do so , no doubt I’d have a few of you submissive pets move it all for me while I supervised you doing so with a crop in hand. But as it is , perhaps this outfit will get a few guys I will undoubtedly come across in the elevator to do my bidding for me.

My intention is to possibly start sessions again in June. Maybe. Perhaps.

Til then … kisses , hugs , and tugs for you all … stay safe. We’re on the home stretch we hope right? Not long now.

xx

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April 28, 2020
My Pussy Slave

I was trying to read, but the damn thing kept looking at me out of the corner of it’s eye. I can tell when I’m being eyeballed – call it a Mistress’s sixth sense.

No matter how much of my body – dressed head to toe in stockings and Domina attire – I partook to cover up , still I was being incessently eyeballed.

“Alright” I said, slamming my “Pandemics for Dummies” book on the sofa and watched it bounce twice like a rock skipping across a lake before landing upside down and open faced on the linoleum floor.

I struted toward it , pushing my cleavage – which was aching to burst from within the tight latex top it was hidden beneath – out towards my prey so that my tits looked like two black shiny cannons ready to lay any gawkers to waste.

“You want something to stare at you fucking pussy?” I scoffed while grabbing the stuffed cat from my bookshelf. “Fine, I’ll give you something to see and smell at the same time” I said as I pushed the head of the willfully submissive stuffed cat under my perfectly curvatious ass.

Then without notice I let rip a fabric bursting fart right into the feline’s nostrils and was stunned at the complacency it exhibited thereafter.

Indeed this stuffed submissive cat had experience in the ways of Femdom and servitude.

“Fine” I huffed. “You’re used to the dank smell of a Mistress’s farts are you?

“Then behold the rank odor of my pussy” I laughed as I jammed the cat’s head into the crevice of my pussy – covered only by the thin strip of G-String of my panties.

Again the cat was stoic. “This is one hard core slave” I thought out loud.

“Smell it you pussy” I yelled as I damn near suffocated the furry thing by jamming its whole nose and cute pink lips as far up my clit as any man or stuffed animal has ever been.

Yet, still nothing. Not a word of complaint from my submissive feline.

“If my ass and pussy cannot break you” I said , as I trampled it under the weight of my gorgeous leg …

“Then perhaps my foot will.”

And I squished its face into the floor, letting the feel of my fishnet stockings caress the top of its head.

I reached down to insert a finger ito it’s ass , but no hole was to be found.

“Ah, you think asexuality can protect you from total submission do you?” I asked quizzically.

But no reply escaped my stuffed cat’s lips.

“So be it … slave” I taunted.

I taped the furry slave upside down on the sofa and proceeded to sit on its face for the rest of the night as I watched John Wick on Netflix for the ninteenth time in three days.

I’d found the perfect slave.

Nary a whimper nor a meow’s worth of complaint ever escaped its lips.

I exhaled a sighing breathe of discontent and longed for the return of my slaves from around the world so that I may begin my search anew – for a slave as perfect as my stuffed cat.

xx

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April 7, 2020
Emotions | Mistress Wael

I cannot believe this week.

And I think I will never forget about it – ever.

I had every emotion. Scared. Cry. Fear. Angry. – and that was only on Monday.

Scare because i feel like I give up. Covid is too much. I cannot support everybody. And when I dream every night I dream about death. I am a happy girl I never dream about something like that.

I cry after my dad call me and yell at me again – because I snap and yell back to him.

Deep inside my heart I understand him. I understand why he feel mad.

He has one leg only. Had accident when I was in Grade 7. Construction accident on the road.

And after that he cannot work. Now he try to sale the religion trinket for the necklace at the market sometimes. But we live very far in the mountains so hard to travel often. Somebody have to bring him and go get him.

He blame me. I think it make him so angry I a girl and I support the family not him. He violent to my mom – to my sister – and talk bad to everybody. But in his heart he want to be good – do you understand?

Fear – I will lose my family car.

6 year payment. I finish 5 years and 5 months pay every month 5000 and never miss one time.

And now?

I have to choose what do I cut? Do I cut food for everybody? Do I cut electric? Do I cut where I live and go back to live in my small room before? Or do I cut to pay for my car?

They my family live so far from anything. If no car – 100% fucked. How to go get water? How to go 40km to get food? How to go try to work at the market and sell trinket?

So last week Monday I sit think about that all day until.

Until the forest fire come too near to my home.

Angry.

Angry from the law. If a fire threaten like that – 1 person from 1 family have to go help fight the fire – by law. Or pay fine 300.

Who to go? My dad with one leg? Cannot.

My sister – well she unconscious from the pain from her down syndrome every day because no money for her 20 pill / day. I tell her when I call her – if Covid fix one thing for us – it will fix her to stop addicted to so many pill every day. She tell me many time last week she ready to die but she will fight very hard. She agree the one thing we will cut so we can buy food is her pills. To see her in pain – I cannot tell you how much that kill my heart.

My 2 daughter only 14yo – too young to go.

So? Yup. My mom. 60yo … she go to help cut a gap in the forest to stop the fire from spread.

Two days later – on Wednesday – she come back and cannot breathe because the smoke in her lung.

I can tell you for sure Wednesday was the lowest day in my life.

And then. By accident I get an idea.

0 sessions. I cannot do online sessions – my English is ok but I freeze on video call. So lucky for me the man ask me to do custom video for him after I cancel online session. Custom video about : Foot worship.

I can do foot worship with amazing style. I know that from my sessions.

I call ‘Jaa’. She comes and we shoot the video. It’s a hot video. He loves it. And suddenly I have money again. But now money feels like gold. Know what I mean?

It is not enough yet to save my car but it is enough for food for my family. Sun dry pork can last a long time and eat with rice. And water.

Because the well water is dry from hoarding – have to order the truck to bring big bottle water. Now they have 15! That buy me time 7-10 days. And I buy for them 1 big sack of rice.

“A man looks in the abyss. There is nothing staring back at him. At that moment man finds his character. And that is what keeps him out of the abyss.”

On Wednesday I looked into the abyss from very very close.

And on Thursday I found my character.

I thought.

In my folder on my G: Drive – for G-Spot – I have 100 videos from 100 sessions.

Yes – they are videos from when I was learn how to be a Mistress.

But if I can have a store – maybe … I can turn 100 videos into food. Into rent. Into car payment. Into Cannabis oil for my sister’s pain. Maybe.

How the hell do I design a store?

What I can tell you is from Thursday to Sunday I did not sleep more than 2 hours every day.

Do you know why I studied to be a chef?

If I can see it and do it with my hands – I can learn. Quickly.

If somebody talk and talk and talk to me to learn something – I sleep. My eyes close.

Some of you know that about me already. Because after the Tease session you want to talk. Always I say yes to stay sit and talk. I like it. But how many times did you talk and I start to fall asleep?

Not because you boring to me. Because I have to see and touch for my brain to be active.

I used everybody. This guy for editing videos. This guy for Photoshop help. Site theme for content box design. My WhiteBoard for design idea. The Gravity Form pages like this one. And borrow the store page idea from this site because simple design.

And no sleep. A lot of coffee … Like – a lot.

Finally after 60 hours I find how to put the page to the menu and – Done!

But nobody can see it. &%!@$ !! Why?

Try again. Reload maybe. Save again maybe. Turn the computer upside down maybe. Try everything.

And it work. A store. Design by me. Wow.

I can add one more emotion please? Proud.

So I go to make – yes – coffee. Again.

I sit on the bed to enjoy my coffee and relax.

Ding!

Somebody order a video? Oh – my – shit. Yes – ‘oh my shit’ you know why I say like that? Because you guys never fix my English when I say something wrong or bad. In my House of Leaves foot worship video you can hear me say ‘oh my shit’ – becasue i say that for 6 years – nobody ever tell me it is “oh – my – god.”

And then yesterday. Somebody send me this video in email :

https://youtu.be/Ywtd719FPpM

Oh my shit – why did you not tell me it is Oh my God.

Don’t get my started okay. You let me say “comfofafull” too. Many year. Only this year somebody correct me to say ‘comfortable.’

Anyway. Ding! – I can say ‘ding’ properly.

I sale a video.

Is it a emotion if I say – I feel strong? Strong is emotion yes? I felt like that – very very strong.

I bought online for my sister (photo to your left) medical CBD to take away the pain from her down syndrome. She will get it maybe tomorrow and if it help her to feel okay again – oh my shit I will be so happy.

Maybe I will not lose my car now?

Maybe my daughters will be okay?

and maybe I can hide here in my room three more month.

Because I have 1 more emotion now.

Hope.

Mistress Wael

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April 6, 2020
Foot Licking Bitch Apply Within

My foot licking bitch – is that the job you’re applying for?

Fine.

Just know that my foot licking bitch must lick my feet once each day for a minimum of one hour.

God help you if your pathetic cock springs to life as you lick.

Henceforth, your caged cock will keep you suffering all the time.

Your locked dick shows you how inferior and controlled you are and just how easy it is to make a foot licking bitch so hard.

Your worthless dick feels so squeezed, so frustrated, doesn’t it?

How about you get your nose right up to the smelliest part of my foot and begin apologizing for letting your cock get hard.

It did so without my permission, didn’t it?

Oh I know you’re going to apologize. In fact, you are going to spend the rest of the day and night apologizing.

Now stick out your tonge my submissive little foot licking bitch.

See all that dirt and shit down there on the bottom of my foot? You may begin apologizing now.

In the end, I want the soles of my feet to sparkle just as brightly as my toe nails do.

Now here’s some white skin cream.

Yes I know it tastes like shit. It amuses me that you find the taste so awful.

Be a good little foot licking bitch and spread that cream all around the cracks of my toes.

So , how are you liking your job as my foot licking bitch? Are you wanting it to be a full time job?

Good, my parents are quite traditional.

They’ll be delighted when I tell them my new boyfriend is already in the habit of getting down on his knees to pray 10 times per day 🙂

xx

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April 3, 2020