While my grip on the nuances of Female Domination continues to anoint me with God like powers over men , I’ve been simultaneously humbled by something so ridiculously simple : pollution. So though at times I feel in session like a Level 150 Succubus Queen reigning over men with her Staff of Mesmerization , my +20 to Charisma is nonetheless severely offset by my crippling -12 to Vitality. In layman’s terms ; as the pollution index in Bangkok pushes towards a cancer inducing 200 on the daily – my severely sensitive skin allergy to dust has led me to some pretty creative decisions lately to escape the smog’s viral claws from sinking into my skin. Since we’re motivated into action …
When I was a kid , Marvel and DC Comic Book heroes had no power that was equivalent to that of the powers which lay inside my pussy. I suppose that makes me some sort of a super hero(ine) does it not? Well every super hero has an origin story , so here is mine. I grew up in a village some 3 hours outside of Bangkok , a small town nothing like Gotham City , this town was as unassuming as it was poor. Still is. Though I had no possessions I had at one point a dog – a collie in fact – given to me as a pup by a friend of my aunt who had both …
Seemingly for over a month I can’t find it within me to construct a story that’s worth writing let alone reading. The roots of the problem no doubt can be traced back to these bouts of self inspection, depression and goal-less-ness that I’ve been plagued with from about October onward ’til now. That’s not to say however that I haven’t had some great thoughts pass through my mind. My phone and my laptop have a notes section which gets filled with random thoughts, memories, recordings and the occasional video – and it’s from these that in the past , when allowed to marinade like a good steak in the fridge , produce some fine story lines. So since that hasn’t …
Every year I make it a point to try and reinvent myself , to look at my business from a new perspective and to push myself to do things I’m not comfortable with. Some ideas are successful , some not so much – but the point is to throw enough shit at the wall so that eventually something sticks. What’s kept me busy the last month is changing my focus from daily bdsm sessions to bdsm vacations or getaways. Sounds kind of wonderful ya? Well yes and no. It’s certainly helped snap me out of the blandness of my daily routine here in Bangkok. I’ve found that spending time with submissive men as a full time Mistress for durations of …
“Aren’t you going to give me a shot to knock me out before you cut me open? “No. Don’t need.” (2 minutes later) “need. need.” (repeat times 12) “It’s ok. 19 more to go.” the doctor says with the wry humour of a dead puppy. My eyes roll back as he makes the next incision and the knife introduces me to pain like a shot of Tabasco sauce to the back of the throat. I gasp, a little, and then make the mistake of looking down toward my pelvis to see my skin sliced open an inch deep. And then, darkness, black like the night. Only to wake up , perhaps a moment later, perhaps longer (?) with vision blurred …
One of the consequences of being born very premature is having to battle a lifetime of medical ailments , but a second and more cerebral ailment is living with the constant feeling that the world never intended for us to stick around , which are feelings both Wael and I share. As I posted on Twitter today, once again I’m going under the knife come September 1st and I’ve told my surgeon that I want all of these maladies removed in a single session , to which he remarked that I’d be in quite some discomfort for the first 10 days following the procedure. Thus, I’m not doing sessions until let’s say about the 12th of September, so keep that …
“Cock and Ball Torture (CBT) sessions should be a fun lighthearted two hour poke at something that sounds much more menacing that it actually is.” There, I said it. Would you believe that the funniest sessions I host at my condo are ones where beginners are dipping their toe bravely into CBT. Now I realize that the BDSM purists out there would either cringe or revolt at the usage of the word Funny in the same sentence as CBT but I’m not exactly your cookie cutter molded Mistress am I now? Catering mostly to the newbie crowd pretty much ensures all my sessions come with a good amount of chuckles and laughs , and I’m fine with being known as …
This naturally beautiful girl I met while hiking in Sri Lanka had these gorgeous eyes that held in a single instant both sadness and hope. I saw in her eyes those of my own when I was her age , where there seemed to be no hope of a better life and yet – I knew if I was a bit entrepreneurial in my ways that it might be possible to find an escape. So I gave her quite a handsome tip and a kiss on the cheek , told her to keep the flowers to sell to somebody else and it seemed like for a brief moment we connected as we looked in silence into each others eyes. I …
I boarded the plane for the flight home from Sri Lanka in a surly mood , one which dove a few levels deeper when truly – the second coming of John Candy from his Planes, Trains and Automobiles movie checked his ticket twice and confirmed with a smug smile that the aisle seat beside me was indeed his for the next few hours. My forehead pressed even tighter against the window as I looked out it in such a forlorn way , unamused by the luggage handlers throwing bags onto the plane’s cargo area down below like they were hurling dead body bags into a grave. ‘Fuck my life’ I thought I said in my mind but apparently not. “Why?” …
Well I’m off to Sri Lanka in a few hours , which is more of a therapeutic trip than you can imagine. This interesting email came in just yesterday after I finished my last session before my trip and the guy had commented on his 3rd session with me saying: “I”m blown away by how in each session you’ve been three different mistresses , each wholly different than the previous. You were at first scary and violent , then soft, seductive and alluring in our second , while yesterday was so frustrating how you played with my mind blurring the line of whether you were in love with me or that I was just a toy for your amusement. How …
