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Breast Tease | Unbearable Suffering
My breast worship session started out with an innocent email :

[slogan]”I want a session where the suffering is unbearable, any ideas?” = Breast tease time[/slogan]

he, a USA man 48 years of age and obviously looking for an experience that makes him feel like he hasn’t been around the block and seen everything in life. For that fantasy he was asking me, a girl 21 years his younger and with half the life experience he has to give him something special for his 2 hours with me. The result was the most prolonged two hours i’ve ever had to endure and the most amazing experience of his life.

In the two and a half years i’ve been doing these seductive teasing sessions i have never had somebody complain about my smaller B cup breast size, not even when I worked with Mistress Jaa and her comparatively enormous C+ size boobs. It’s not just that I have other parts of my body that make men melt, it’s that I have long since accepted the challenge of making men cry and beg for breasts that are not as in demand by men as the silicone hills that dwarf the dunes of the Sahara desert. But make no mistake, i love nothing more than making men’s knees go to sleep worshiping at the throne of my perfectly rounded B sized breast. Yes breast, not breasts. You only get to worship one.

So Mr.Minnesota, a shorter man than I had expected to meet was waiting in the lobby of the condo last week and after my streak of melting 20 year old hearts in my condo for the past month it was actually refreshing to have a 40 year old guy sitting there waiting for me. That’s been the average age of my wannabe boyfriends and lovers of days and years gone by, choosing that age demographic on purpose for the challenge it presents.

I’ve been chasing the handsome millionaire 40 year old set for 3 years now and it’s just been this past year that i feel I’ve perfected the art of bringing these rich executive types to their knees. So i smiled at my partly balding but very rugged and handsome stocky man and like I always do took the lead in walking him to the lift so he could get a good free stare at my ass.

“What did you look at first in the lobby, my ass or by breasts?”

“Uhm” he answers as if it’s a trick question, choking on his on voice he squeaks out a shy “your ass” with a sheepish smile.

“9” i said.

“Beg your pardon?”

“You can hit 9 for the 9th floor” i laughed. “So my ass lor” i asked again.

He tapped 9 and the elevator started up, then he took a good long second or three to stare right at my tits. “Your breast is too small, but your ass is perfect” he said.

“Really?” i sexily whispered out my favorite word.

As the elevator ticked up past the 4th floor I crossed over to move face to face with him as Tom Cruise did to Kelly McGillis in Top Gun’s elevator scene. I allowed him a brief glance at my nipple down my skirt and said into his ear “I’d love to make you beg for these breasts until you cry”

His silence was broken only by the ‘ding’ of the elevator hitting the 9th floor and I guided him out the door pulling on his hard cock outside his jeans.

I have to admit that unlike the first Mistress Jaa I am not one to use a lot of ropes in my session. I’d like to have a pair of wrist and ankle cuffs with a clip to make restraining quicker and simpler and as this session needed … a head restraint as well. A restraint for the head would eliminate many of the slaves failures to comply with my rules in the session, and since each failure is punishable by flogging his nipples it’s a toy that on of you future slaves should bring for me for your own nipple protection lol.

Those stated rules are simple …
- no sucking allowed of any magnitude is allowed whatsoever.
- no biting is allowed either and that includes gentle presses of your teeth to help suppress your urge.
- no licking or stroking of your tongue under any circumstances unless you want to feel the full wrath of my cane on your nipple.
Sounds simple enough right? If these were the ground rules for a final Survivor immunity challenge you’d be feeling pretty close to the million bucks i’m guessing. You’d be wrong to think that however. The game is is simple in explanation, but not in execution :

“Your job is simply to stare at my nipple on my breast and when I tell you to hold it in your mouth you are to cradle my nipple as gentle as if it were as breakable as rice paper covering a spiky floor.”

He accepted the rules which I explained to him much the same as in my video where i took off my panties, except for him I was removing my bra from underneath my see through black lingerie blouse as I spoke.

“Now we’re just gonna lie here and talk for a few hours you and me” i said snuggling in beside him laying my armpit over his round bulky shoulders and dropping my hair on the other side of his face so that his view was completely curtained off and the only thing that was in view was my breast hovering just over his mouth through my lingerie. “Now what’s the most boring thing in your life right now your job or your marriage?” i asked him while stroking his hair and his cheek with my fingers.

“My marriage for sure, my business gives me a place to go every day”

“Business lor?” i said reaching off behind me for mistress Wael’s special oil bottle.

“Ya my business lets me travel 8 months of the year on and off and gives me something to look forward too when i’m at home having to …..” his voice trailed off into silence as i slipped my right breast out from my lingerie and rubbed the oil on my breast slowly that left a hint of vanilla in the air. With the lights in the room off and the 6 candles only behind us on the headboard to light the room my breast reflected the oil with a nice orange hue that made his mouth start to water.

He almost instantly brought his bottom lip up over his top one and sucked it down into his mouth and he was completely unaware he was doing it because when i said “don’t suck your lip off” he looked down at it and let it go like a kid would let go of a stolen cookie when caught by his mom.

“Now answer me truly” i said bringing my breast to within an inch of his mouth, “what do you really want to kiss at this very moment, my ass or my breast?”

We covet what we see, and my candlelit breast was enough to make him completely forget about my ass that he had been leering at only 15 minutes prior.

“your breast” he whispered.

You’re gonna have to play by the rules if you want my nipple in your mouth Mr.Minnesota, are you ready for that, to play by the rules? Rather than answer me as he should have he pressed his head forward to try to answer with a suck as his acceptance of the rules, ironic na? Or maybe just stupidity. My bamboo cane cracked across his far nipple twice in succession and hard enough to make him yelp in pain but not enough to make him cry out yet. This is where that head restraint that i told you about would come in so handy.

This time i propped him up in a half sit up position with my knee under his shoulder blade and my arm cupped under his short black hair. His arms stretched backwards behind him in a horrible looking crucifix position but he didn’t seem to mind as i turned his head to his left and tilted his chin up so that it was resting right under the curve of the under part of my breast.

“The rules, you will follow this time?”

He shook his head to say yes this time.

“And you know the next time my cane hits it’ll break the skin of your nipple, and you accept that as your punishment yes?”

Again he shook his head yes yes yes.

“Then put your lips around my nipple but not quite touching the skin of my breast and keep your tongue suppressed.” and my hand cupped behind his head bent his body to his left so that his mouth covered my nipple.

I took out my Kindle and balancing it against his far right shoulder began to read A Feast for Crows in the Game of Thrones series. I just finished a season 3 and season 4 marathon this week and wanted to see what the book for season 5 is like compared to the shows. That and, the torture doesn’t really take effect until many minutes into the game so a book passes the time.

After the 10th minute i felt the first drop of saliva from his mouth that landed to the right of my belly button and ran disgustingly down my thigh and onto the bed beneath. By the 15th minute the drips were beginning to drip like a leaky faucet and the 20th minute brought on the beginning of the ever flowing river of spit that was cascading out of his mouth like a Venezuelan waterfall.

At the 30th minute I felt the tiniest of sucks, the beginning of his breaking point and he was rewarded as promised with two of the hardest cracks of my thin bamboo stick across his right nipple. This time he screamed. I hit him twice in his face for the noise before grabbing him by his hair and pushing him back onto my nipple.

“You said my breasts are too small remember? Now you’re trying to steal a suck? The next time you break the rules i hit your balls and i’m not nearly joking do you understand?”

“yes” he whimpered and for whatever reason his left knee began to pulse up and down in a rhythm that would have been 3 times faster than a heartbeat.

What i’m making him do is against nature’s instinct. Deep buried inside your mind is the memory of sucking on your mom’s breast and as I said before, all men are born into submissiveness before their mother. All i’m doing is bringing back that memory, which gets stronger every minute my breast is in your mouth, without giving you the gift of being act out the pleasure of sucking that your memory is reminding you of. I’m breaking you of your inborn instinct, minute by painful minute.

The slobbering of gooey spit though, that is something i’ll have to do with a towel on my lap from now on. In the second hour of the tease the feeling of his drool splashing on my skin was giving me shivers of revolting reaction and it was only his increasingly shaking knee that made me not break off the tease because his torture was putting him in a trance like state. The cadence of his knee keeping him going, that and the fear of having his balls whacked off haha.

One hour and fifteen minutes into the tease i reached down with my left hand and rested my fingers just inside his walking shorts and right beside his dick.

He shivered when i did that.

“I’ve got a new rule.” i smiled down at him. His eyes were closed but he was listening. “You can suck, once, for 5 seconds. But if you do choose to suck, you don’t get to cum. Understand?”

He shook his head.

“Your answer is in your action. I’m gonna play with your cock for the next 40 minutes, and if you suck as you get more and more horny i’ll let go and send you home with balls bluer than a BMW painted midnight blue.”

My thumb started on the head of his cock to get it to pop out from his shorts, the elastic of which then pressed down on his dicks blood vessel making it turn red as it reached maximum hardness just a minute into the tease.

Three short minutes into my fingers rolling around just under the head of his cock his other knee joined in the shaking, followed by his ankle and finally both his legs.

On the first squeeze of his dick to hold the cum half way between his balls and his dick’s head he sucked, and sucked hard. For a moment, the caveman aggression of his mouth and tongue aroused me enough to consider letting him continue, but I had already done something outside of what I normally do, and if you bought my first Amazon book you know exactly what I did that shook Boston’s mind and soul. Mr. Minnesota however, having given up to the tease only 5 minutes in wasn’t going to get anything but what he deserved. An abrupt end to the tease.

“no please, please, please, i’m sorry mistress ” then after a pause, “mistress jaa” he corrected himself “please don’t stop i’m sorry, i’m sorry”

I simply turned around and pulled his hair into my silk lingerie covering my ass. Looking behind me I said “you have 1 minute to make yourself cum, and when you do you will scream the words ‘i am a loser’ into my asshole.”

“please … mistress … ple…”

“57 , 56, 55”

I didn’t even reach 30 before he shot all over the floor and as he did i pulled him by his hair into my ass so that his scream almost echoed inside my asshole lol. When he finished i held his chin up from where he sat on his shins and asked, “was that suffering memorable enough for ya?” 555

Jaa xx

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May 5, 2015
Face Sitting | Erectile Dysfunction Cure-All

Face Sitting is one of 3 actions that can guarantee a hard dick response from any man, including those with erectile dysfunction. Men who are getting frustrated with themselves at not being able to get a hard-on either with a woman or even by yourself with masturbation must ask themselves this one question truthfully before running to go see a doctor for their problem …

Do I need Actions like Face Sitting to Turn me On?

Probably yes you do need something like Face Sitting. What I mean by that is say for 80% of the men out there just seeing a sexy girl in a bar can make them get an erection and sustain it. For them they are visually driven. So the sight of me pulling down my jeans in front of a guy or sitting on the bed and pulling off my panties under my skirt like in this video, will make 80% of the men in the world incredibly hard instantly.

But what about the other 20% who don’t get hard from seeing me half naked in front of them? Is it because of their lowered hormone level or their age? I doubt it, and i have 100’s of Face Sitting sessions as proof to back me up. Because what i theorize is that the other 20% get aroused by action … or forced action to be exact, like forced Face Sitting.
Why is sexual arousal any different than say how we learn in school? How many of us, me included, didn’t do well in school because we don’t learn very well by listening and copying. Here in Thailand, that style of learning is epidemic, and since I have always learned better when i get to do something and touch something I disliked the way they taught me. I need to be doing an action to learn more efficiently and when it comes to sexual arousal, so do men apparently.

For some, seeing is not enough, nor is touching. Just taking your hand and putting it on my breast while enjoyable to most still will not get an erection out of the 20% group.

But if I take that same man by his chin and hold his jaw tight in my hand so he cannot move and slap him on his face before i pull him by his dick to the bed. Then once he is tied down I take him by the back of his head and force his nose into my very smelly ass … guess what happens down below? I get a dick that can chop down a tree that’s what happens. And why is that? Because for some the trigger for a rock hard erection is not in Viagra’s chemicals but in being made to do something that shamefully excites them.

Face Sitting is one of those shameful triggers that produces a rock hard erection every single time. Care to take a guess at what the other two are? I’ll write about them next, for now if you can guess them correctly i’ll send you a special Face Sitting photo. For now, i wanna write specifically about the Face Sitting trigger and why it works so well.

It’s not just about taking somebody’s face and Face Sitting him so fast that makes him hard. Part of that is the anticipation and has to be done slowly. To hover over a guys face with panties on builds the visual and the sensual … the smell. I won’t even touch his dick while i’m hovering like that either, i prefer to just touch or even tickle him a bit so he is thinking about anything but his dick. Part of the problem with guys who say they cannot get hard easily is they think about it too much. There is this anticipation of failure that leads to shame that he let me down or something, and so sometimes he will stop the whole show before his movie even starts. So ya, most important is to get him away from thinking about his dick and tickling is a good cure for that.

Even at the worst moment of your tickle torture i know that you are still not taking your eye off my ass and your nose for sure is not trying to avoid what it is smelling.

“Say you want to smell my ass” i’ll even say something like that because when you say yes that you do then you are taking any views of what society thinks are right and wrong and just throwing them out the window.

“i want to smell your ass” is the usual response.

“beg me”

Once he starts begging i have removed him from the world views that exist outside my condo door, replaced thoughts of his dick with thoughts of my ass, and have created desire to do something he knows he will love but have not given it to him as easy as he would like to have it.

“then fuc*&ing sniff it, put your nose right on my ass” i will say by pulling his head up into my ass so his neck hurts. This is forced Face Sitting with a twist in that he is forcing himself to get his head up high enough to make himself get to the Face Sitting position. Or otherwise … an action. I make him perform a fun humiliating action and suddenly his underwear trying to contain his red hard dick is as useless as reporting anal rape in Japan (small dick joke lol)

Give him a minute or sometimes two and he’ll collapse his head to the bed from the pain in his neck.

“What you give up already? But you want my ass you even said it. So you’ll smell it now babe” and that’s when i’ll do some hard Face Sitting . At this point the dick is so hard it is ready to cum with a little bit of motivation from my hand and I can choose to let him cum or keep him on the edge like that for as long as I like … with no thought from either of us that his dick could possibly get soft. There is simply no chance for his dick to soften because i have removed the mental blocks he has had about his problem and given him instead what he needed , an action to perform.

So before you run for the Viagra stop and ask yourself honestly what turns you on. You will find, if you answered yourself truthfully, that the remedy you need is not in a little blue pill, it’s with me, your wife, or your girlfriend. They just need to make you do the things you’ve always wanted to do. The problem is, girls who can make you do things like that are a little hard to find. Well, at least you found me 555 🙂

Jaa xx

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May 3, 2015
Tease & Denial Massage Session

A good massage in Bangkok is fairly easy to find. A sexy, talented masseuse that can and is willing to do an amazing Tease & Denial Massage is rare. Luckily, you can get that here now.

The biggest waste of money in Bangkok right now is the happy ending massage. I know because I spend tons of time getting massages and have talked to many girls working there , thus I know that paying for a happy ending at the end of a massage is as satisfying as ordering an Italian dish in a Chinese Restaurant. Wrong!

A perfect massage feels just as amazing as a perfect Tease & Denial session. Marrying the both together is an unforgettable 2 hour experience. See for yourself …

I had to be a detective for a few days to find her as she was the girl who I finally chose to be my personal masseuse being the picky girl I am. I knew right from the first time she massaged me that Wael was different than all the others , the massage was as perfect as perfect can get.

I’m instantly attracted to anybody who thinks outside the box and has a distinct personality which in this country is like trying to find gold on a sandy beach. So 15 minutes before my 1st massage session with Wael was when her customer had tried to reach up and tried to feel Wael’s breast. From the back room the customer was walking out hunched over with his wrist in the air in an armbar lock that looked like it would break his arm in half. What made me like her is not only that she did that to him but that she paraded him out in front of everybody in the shop to humiliate him for trying. You just don’t do shit like that here in this country , we’re supposed to be weak and sub-servant , not bold and keen to humiliate. I knew my masseuse had a career ahead of her as a mistress if I could just have a few discussions with her while sampling her massage.

Not surprisingly she was let go from that job. “you not act like good thai lady” the boss said to her and that same day she left the shop for good, but luckily I sensed that may happen and I gave her my number after our massage was finished , and made her promise to keep in touch but in reality we both went our separate ways.

Then , a month or so later , while interviewing yet another hopeless mistress applicant at Ploen Chit Center on the 5th floor food court I asked this interviewee to give me an example of what she would do to be dominant. Her reply was that she was willing to go to dinner and hold hands “maybe” with the customer. I said “fuck, you have to have it in your nature to want to control everything about a man and if he gives you shit or tries to touch you without permission just slap him across the face” and I told her i’d pay for her lunch but that the interview was basically over.

She looked at me kind of stunned for a moment and then said, “there is a girl in my massage shop downstairs that is like that, but not me.”

“Really?” i said raising my eyebrow out of curiosity. “Can you show me who she is?”

So downstairs we went to Mallika Massage on the first floor and I kind of knew who this black sheep girl was right away because she was sitting alone away from the others waiting in the queue for the next customer her head bent over her phone talking to herself … sounds like me back in school lol. Then when i got closer and saw her face i recognized her right away, that was Wael the same girl who had massaged me a month prior.

Already there is this feeling of destiny and i love when things like that happen. I had just ate so we went to Starbucks for a coffee instead and asked her how and what she had been doing all this time.

She then outlined her employment problems because she had either left on her own or been “suggested to leave” from 5 different places since the year began, the reason being that each shop’s customers come to book her specifically after the first session and that’s a huge no-no as the manager instantly will know something is amiss. As well, she’s on that border line of being too cute for most shops to even consider her. If I ever went for a job as a masseuse i can tell you now that not one store out of the 1 million in Bangkok would hire me because nobody over a 6/10 in looks gets hired.

Anybody who rocks the boat of poverty, taking customers and business away from others is forced out of that store quickly. You either leave voluntarily or your possessions get sabotaged with knife holes, rips and burns until you leave out of frustration. Everybody is fine with poverty so long as everyone is equally impoverished haha. Wael knew from the first day that no customer goes into a massage shop for just a massage.

Customers go into a massage shop for a sensual experience. The problem is they hardly ever get one, and here’s why.

Backward thinking. Please refer back to my gold on a sandy beach comment for a moment. The massage world is about giving the most basic massage possible and then hoping for a huge tip so that the next time the same customer comes back the person who massaged you will be more willing to give you a better massage because you are a big tipper. Again .. wrong!

Wael and I agreed in our Starbucks meeting that to get the big tip you give something extraordinary to the customer first knowing that 75% of them will tip and come back again, and the 25% who don’t will at least tell others what happened in their 2 hour massage.

I asked her to come work with me and see what I do and she had great ideas right off the top of her head, but she wanted to do only what she is comfortable with, which is an expert massage and an expert tease & denial session. I told her that her way of thinking is already perfect and that she just needed experience but … she fears for her English level, and she showed me on her phone that she studies English on her own every day at the shop where she works. Look, you don’t find motivation like that here very often, rarely if ever actually.

So here’s the deal I made with her. I asked her to go for a session with me to see, and remembering that she knows jiu jitsu of some sort, I invited her to a wrestling session with a customer that even though i beat him before is very tough to pin. I’m undefeated by the way in sexy wrestling sessions haha.

You know what happened in that session if you follow my twitter. Less than a minute after i tap her hand to come in and take my place she triangles the guy and squeezed a bit too hard i guess because he passed out unconscious between her legs trying to kiss her pussy even though his neck was locked … that’s men for you lol.

I then tried her for a bdsm session the next day with me and an older man … who she loves to do sessions with anyways. My part of the session went well, but interestingly when the man called back for a second session, he called Wael for her massage and tease.

So let me make it official. I’m probably talking to the older businessman gentleman demographic i think, because the customers i remember from 5 years ago that liked the long 2 hour Thai or Oil massage were older. You can book Wael for her special 1 hour massage and tease either at our condo or at your place for 4,000 baht since there is no bdsm involved and she lacks the experience to do such a session anyways. If you wanted to see her with me, i would recommend a sexy wrestling session with the both of us. You will lose lol.

Jaa xx

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April 30, 2015
Chastity Toy “Fang” | No Tears Please

When using Chastity i’m looking for that “holy shit” moment and “Fang” gives that to me every time.

You see, when you meet me your gonna have an instant hard dick let’s face it. That’s before you see me in my lingerie after you shower. It just gets worse from there because i’ll do nothing but bend over to pick up fang from the table and give you a glimpse of my sweet ass. By the time i kneel down in front of you i might as well be kneeling in front of a rock protruding from a cliff.

Now Fang … has teeth. Semi-blunt spikes to be exact, but close enough … because even if you were absent the day God was handing out brains, your basic survival chip that’s hardwired into your brain will tell you exactly where those spikes are headed.

A dick could never be a UFC fighter, it would run, hop over the fence and be out of the stadium at the first hint of pain. So i have to laugh when I see guys on FetLife with photos of their dick for their profile, to me its like putting up a photo of the cowardly lion in The Wizard of Oz as your profile pic 555

So here is this rock hard dick in front of me to start every session with the slave looking down at me like he’s showing off his prize winning poodle. Well sorry but cute puppy’s getting put to the clipper right away since the first thing i do is slap on Fang.

Chastity devices are at best just simple tools for keeping the guy from playing with his dick, but once Fang is on the job I get that “holy shit” moment many many times a session when I get your cock to its maximum throbbing size. Each throb is an interesting exploration of pain and pleasure, and congratulations to the 4 guys who actually “got” my Twitter post with me and a Cenobite from the movie Hellraiser.

Oh no tears please. It’s a waste of good suffering.

One of the better benefits I get out of using Fang is that not only does it free me from using rope … because even the most pain tolerant slaves won’t want to scrape their dick into pasta noodles by playing with themselves … but i get to face sit on you facing you without worry of you making yourself cum secretly behind me. It’s cruel I know, but facesitting over top of you and making you look up at my breasts and face unfortunately gets your dick to that throbbing phase I was mentioning earlier. I get a lot of pleasure looking down at you and seeing the emotion of pain and pleasure pass through your eyes in an endless circle.

Like the song says, you have to be cruel to be kind.

Here’s a small example of Fang in action …

That form below leads to Pandora’s Box. Take it … it’s yours. It always was.

Jaa xx

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April 30, 2015
Cuckold Session | Chapter 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then why are you hard babe?”

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

“Open your mouth my Cuckold”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cuckold story continues in Chapter 2 here

Jaa xx

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April 28, 2015
Cuckolding | The Intellectual Sex Fetish

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

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

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

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

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

In this respect:

cuckolding attracts “the very highly educated,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jaa xx

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April 27, 2015
Answering BDSM Email is Fun

Answering bdsm related emails as a Goddess is Fun, it gives me time to show off my humorous side …

[info]

Im reading your blog right now, but I haven’t finished it yet. Often my mind wanders and it went to several places today. When I read, I generally read 3 books at a time and bounce back and forth between them. Not sure why but again, I digress.

First, Mike sounds like a fun guy, I want to get a drink with him. Haha. But then my mind went to something someone told me once, which is they are shocked by my friends… I was confused but after he explained it I guess it made sense. He told me he had never met a successful person before that had such diverse friends, almost everyone he knew had friends that are all very much alike, basically clones of one another all hanging out together. Small variations of the same person basically.

So, if you look at a lot of my guy friends here are a list of a few summed up Into 1 sentence each.

– Indian guy that is a consultant
– Jewish guy that sells shower curtain rings on the Internet
– black guy, I have no idea what his job is and I’ve known him for 13 years
– white guy that has a phd from Harvard in nuclear physics
– asian guy, used to sell drugs no idea what he does now
– guy we call white boy because he is just that. Has never eaten a peach or pear in his life.
– professional football player
– male stripper (need I say more)
– CEO of a Fortune 500 company
– factory worker
– Hispanic guy that will literally sleep with any female
– gay guy that works at the hotel and probably goes through my stuff when I’m not in my room.

Can I add the worlds most famous dominatrix to the list?

[/info]

Yes, Can. I think i know who your friends are too …

– Indian guy that is a consultant

–

Jewish guy that sells shower curtain rings on the Internet

– black guy, I have no idea what his job is and I’ve known him for 13 years

– white guy that has a phd from Harvard in nuclear physics

– asian guy, used to sell drugs no idea what he does now

– guy we call white boy because he is just that. Has never eaten a peach or pear in his life.

– professional football player

– male stripper (need I say more)

– CEO of a Fortune 500 company

– factory worker

– Hispanic guy that will literally sleep with any female

– gay guy that works at the hotel and probably goes through my stuff when I’m not in my room.

Can I add the worlds most famous dominatrix to the list?

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This guys email is nothing special, he was just a super cool guy who nearly passed out so many times from face sitting that I thought he’d hate me after the session, but i guess he thought differently …

dave
Mar 26

to me
Sublime Goddess Jaa,
i worship You from afar and long to be beneath Your feet again very soon.
i remember every moment of our session and think constantly about it.
i have so clear in my mind looking up into Your divine face as i lay
on the floor licking clean Your soles. So beautiful, so superior,
demanding my total submission.
Lying helpless beneath You as You sat on my face and cut off all air
was such a sacred moment of total submission, and deeply symbolic. i
can never forget how in this moment You took total ownership of me,
body, mind and soul. i breathe now only because You allow it, and only
to serve and worship You.

It was such a humbling feeling as You sat on my face and skilfully
tied my cock and balls with cord, and then replaced my chastity device
with Your own. Yours is so much stronger and more painful, Goddess. i
could see nothing, but the throbbing agony in my cock as i tried
uselessly to suppress my inevitable erection was such a powerful
symbol of Your absolute power over me.
i worship You, Goddess Jaa. i am Your property now. In my head i wear
Your collar and will never remove it

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Then there’s this fucking guy. Hey if you want to know why I hardly take emails from Indian and Chinese guys seriously, this is why …

fly44673tac
Apr 9 (2 days ago)

to me
hello. mistress. i only can accept soft sm. can you be
tender? i also want to know your advise

发自我的网易邮箱手机智能版

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Mistress Jaa
Apr 10 (1 day ago)

to fly44673tac
Last Read: Friday, Apr 10th 2015, 8:27:36 PM

well as i say on my blog many many times, my style of bdsm is more about soft seduction , and the bdsm part of my session is just to help the seduction, not to hurt.

The things i do like chastity, and bondage should excite you, not make you scared. The idea is to tease the man from his mind, not from his body.

Jaa xx

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flydogcat163
to me

5000b ok?

发自我的网易邮箱手机智能版

[divider]
Mistress Jaa

to fly44673tac

Yes i can do a 1 hour session for 5,000 at 4pm if you like.

Jaa xx

[divider]
fly44673tac
to me

are 2 hours ok?

[divider]
Mistress Jaa
to fly44673tac

yes 2 hours is 7,000

1 hour 5,000

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fly44673tac
to me

can 5000b for 2hours
i m new guy. shy

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Mistress Jaa
to fly44673tac

nooooooooo , cannot sell you 5,000 … if sell you 5,000 today you come tomorrow i close down.

maybe you dont get the session right now … you go you look for other mistress you dont buy you come back you say hey i want the session for 5000 i say nooooooooo you dont get for 5000 now price gone up maybe 10,000 … 12,000 baht

be a man … do the right thing

Mistress Jaa

Can you put a bug on your blog? I like bugs.

April 11, 2015
“Yes and …” My Outside the Box Thinking

So five years ago I was sitting in my improv class in Toronto, 14 of us from all over the world thrown together in a 12 x 12 room, casting aside our language social and financial barriers and choosing instead kinship based on imagination and personality. Whatever the demon is, for me it was trying to communicate in English, there is no better remedy than to act as stupidly as possible in front of complete strangers and then return their applause when they try to outdo my acts of foolishness. The lesson i learned in those 16 weeks was not how to act, and certainly not how to communicate verbally but to realize that some people live their lives constantly thinking outside the box and some are trapped forever within.

I’ll give you my favorite example of both worlds and then tell you how i relate that to my job as a Mistress and the world of bdsm as I see it.

In one of my first exercises of improvisational communication and roleplay the class waited for one student to cover their ears while deciding on a scene that I had to act out. I was then given 30 seconds to non verbally set the space, create the mood, and act out the scene they had given me after which the second student would have a few seconds to see what I was doing and join in adding his or her idea. The game was called “Yes And” because what it forced you to do was to see what one person was trying to communicate, accept that effort, and then add to it with my own imagination.

I got paired up with Mike which scared the shit out of me because this guy was born thinking outside the box and the only certainty in working with him was that whatever direction one assumed he was going to go with an idea you could bet your life that he was thinking so much the opposite.

As he closed his eyes and ears with the teacher the class came to the decision that I had 30 seconds to act out that i was making pizza in a pizza shop.

Easy enough. To set the space i visualized a cooking table in front of me where i would be rolling and tossing the pizza dough. The toppings were to the left of me to dress the pizza and when it was ready i’d put it in the imaginary oven to my right.

So Mike is allowed to watch me for 30 seconds to see me take the imaginary dough in my hands, roll it out on the fake table with the fake rolling pin and then pick up the circular dough as made evident by the large circular space between my hands … and toss it high in the air in a spinning motion to make the perfect circle of dough. I’d top it with cheese, put it on the oven paddle and slide the pizza into my fake oven. Not an academy award winning performance but i was certain i got the message through.

“Yes And” prepares you to take whatever the next person adds to the scene i’ve created and go with it, even if I hate it. All ideas are good.

Mike waits until I’ve rolled out the dough and at the moment when i toss it in the air he jumps into the room all in a panic. He runs to me, bumps me out of the way so that i go flying to the floor. At the same time he reaches to the ceiling to catch my pizza dough and screams out

“Good god woman, what the hell are you doing with that baby?”

All I could think of was “i … i …” … and that’s why i tried to redo the thought with a photo on my twitter to pay respect to that moment i couldn’t think of anything to say.

He balances the imaginary baby on his head, throws the dough onto the paddle, slides it into the oven, then spins around and kicks the imaginary oven door closed with the heel of his foot and storms out of the room. The class was on the floor laughing but I was in awe. I saw that some people just don’t see the world like other people do. They live this magical life seeing, doing and reacting to things in a way I never thought possible until then.

How does that relate to bdsm? Hang on, i’ll get to that later. Let me first tell you the story about Dave, from the same class of 14.

Dave was a curly blonde hair blue collar kind of guy with a jaw that he clenched so hard i could hear his teeth grinding as the teacher talked. His face had deep age lines from 50 years of fighting life rather than going with the flow and though he never said or did anything awkward I just got that uncomfortable vibe sitting next to him.

The next pair after me was Chris my college classmate and an Aussie girl from a TV show that made her the class celebrity. She was to set the scene of a girl picking apples off a tree and putting those apples in a basket down below her. Chris walked in the room and had his 30 seconds to watch her act out the scene. After half a minute he lifted up an imaginary ladder, set it against the imaginary tree and mimicked climbing up beside her. Every time she took down an apple he reached into his basket and put an imaginary thing in her hand.

That was his “yes and” by offering the gesture of putting something in her hand right after he had made the gesture to assist her by climbing up the ladder beside her. She took the imaginary thing in her hand and began screwing in a light bulb. After she made a face of delight that the room had just become brighter she signaled him to hand her more and more light bulbs and began screwing them in everywhere. It was perfect.

Perfect to everyone but Dave.

“fucking bullshit” he said under his breath but loud enough so everybody could hear. “Why is it bullshit?” I asked him, “the light bulb idea was beautiful because she changed the whole scene location and premise with one thought.”

“It’s bullshit” he replied, “because it’s obvious that she’s picking apples not light bulbs.” with a sneer in his voice telling me to back off. That’s when the teacher stepped in to help me and told him “it can be anything she wants the object in her hand to be, that is her …. ‘and’ that she adds to the story.”

“It’s a fucking apple not a fucking light bulb for fuck sakes are you guys so fucking dumb you can’t see it?”

He was very confrontation minded about the whole thing and if it hadn’t been for my failure with Mike 5 minutes earlier I would have taken arms against him too instead of sympathizing with him. Dave was just stuck in his world of seeing things as is and cannot think outside the box even a tiny bit.

Unlike that class of 14 very cool people, Dave represents 95% of how society thinks and acts. My uncle once told me that being successful in business is as simple as finding a hole and filling it, and is it any wonder that less than 5% of the population are successful business owners because few have taught themselves how to see the holes that others cannot.

Bringing this back to bdsm, this website, and my job as your mistress, that class taught me more than how to roleplay out your sessions it taught me to see what the crowd is doing and do exactly the opposite.

It was actually the original Mistress Jaa that thought of Tease & Denial with soft and sexy bdsm. I’ve picked up that ball and i’m running with it a bit further by adding seduction to the mix.

If you noticed, on my “Book Me” form i had to take off my joke where i gave you “Eternity” as an option for how long you’d like your session to be with me. I had to take it off because every submissive guy who used the form to re-book me clicked that Eternity box. I’ve been dealing with this problem since January of a great many of my submissive’s desperately wanting more of the girlfriend mistress experience that basically represents what my sessions are like.

So many of you are looking for the dominant mistress that gives you an idea what it would be like to be in a mistress – submissive relationship that you fall in love right away with how my session feels.

You can’t fake dominance.

I mean you can, you just go to barbar or demonia and order your espresso with your bdsm fetish a la carte and wait for your domination meal to be served up like it’s 4am drive thru at Burger King.

I’m more like AboveEleven , the dinner experience that stays with you for hours, even days after the meal. Why? Because i thought outside the box. It’s why on my Twitter i made fun of domina’s in general by referring to them as an out of date Minnie Mouse with their black pants and red shoes.

I see everything outside the box, it’s both exciting and frustrating at the same time from the sheer number of ideas that i have to put in motion.

What are they? You’ll know them when you see them, i’m a doer not a talker. It’s why i’m liking my Twitter. If you’re perceptive you can see inside my mind about how i think about things and begin to see what makes me laugh, what makes me agitated. Like when i said financial domination or findom slaves worship every ugly mistress out there. I got pissed looking at the money they throw at the ugliest mistress’s walking the earth. Then just like with Mike I saw why. Nobody’s given them an option that’s different than “pay me asshole”. Except this guy, he mentioned it in passing in his blog. Why has nobody done findom differently? Has the black and red Minnie Mouse army of Mistress’s become such experts in male behavior that each has succumbed to the “pay me bitch” model of domination because it’s the only one that works?

Let’s see.

I’ve decided to only follow on my Twitter those who think outside the box and inspire me. I only follow 1 person right now. I’ve looked at 1000’s of mistress’s and found only 1 that has actually been doing my outside the box idea, so i followed her out of respect for that.

See?

I’m not picking apples here. I’ve started “yes and” domination, Pass me a light bulb slave.

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April 10, 2015
BDSM Twitter Tweet of the Day

I thought for sure i would win yesterdays trending twitter topic which was …

My Tombstone in 5 Words

and my answer?

“Buried Holding his Chastity Key”

ya? YA?

come on. That’s comedy gold right there.

Bah, tough crowd, tough crowd lol

Jaa xx

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April 9, 2015
Relationships | The Art of War

Men cheat for the same reason a dog lick’s his balls, because they can. On the other hand, us girls are sexually manipulative you might say and I would agree. However, i’m only like that because you force me to be. I started this year with many potential boyfriends in the stable and i’ve spent the first two months of the year finding their hidden agendas, unmasking their games, and revealing their true selves …leaving the stable empty once again.

“Life is Full of Fake People” titles my Line, but this game of exposing men for their lack of chivalry is … well … i’m bored of it.

Bored. Bua. Boring.

Because whereas you like to ride into battle naked atop your horse thinking your words and actions all pompous like with lack of wit will keep me under your control, you fail to realize that i ride into battle with not only armor shield and sword, but also preparation at my back.

Preparation in the form of research, study of my adversary, and a course of action. So since i’m not likely to marry any of you guys as I can neither foresee someone wanting to marry a popular mistress nor someone with the financial stature i’m looking for to entice me to stop and go abroad, i’m therefore going to disclose to you some of my secrets, three to be exact.

[blockquote align=”center”]“Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.” ― Sun Tzu, The Art of War[/blockquote]

I’ve checked every book written on power words to see if mine is included and in each case they’ve witlessly failed to include the most powerful word i know in the English language. The word “really?” when delivered with a tone of voice as to suggest that what you are talking about is clearly over my head is ever so powerful. I’ve had men caught in lies so many times, lies that they are beyond certain i can never find out about. The power in that moment is undeniable, made only stronger by the power to dismiss it and feign ignorance instead.

Beyond the moment of pity that I have for the guy caught in the lie is the river of sorrow i have to cross when I will soon cut him from my life. Even for a girl with a Mistress personality like me, it’s a hard thing to do that leaves me in tears. Not so much crying for the lost relationship, but crying for the mounting loss of faith in the male race as a whole. At the moment that i swing the axe and let him know i’m severing relations, it’s an instant cut of all ties and communication forever that is painful to do always. It’s the moment that i’m the weakest, but to them, it’s the moment that I appear to be the strongest.

[blockquote align=”center”]“If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles. If you know yourself but not the enemy, for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat. If you know neither the enemy nor yourself, you will succumb in every battle.” ― Sun Tzu, The Art of War[/blockquote]

The enemy is not the man i’m dating, but his girl’s of acquaintance, present and past, of whom I must know wholly and fully. The man reacts to desire, he is laughably predictable in that way. But while the man being the predator that he is can perfectly cover his footprints of deviance and deceit, it’s his prey that reacts wildly and carelessly and therein lies his demise. Meaning, he can sweep up her hairs in the bedroom, password protect his phone, dry clean his clothes, plan his dates wisely, plan his excuses even more so but he will never be safe. Because i’m not studying him, i’m studying her.

The battleground used to be tilted in favor of the man. Information, unless I knew all his girls personally was hard to come by 10 years ago. Then while in Australia I learned about the most catastrophic of men’s weakness’s, social media. Not by his doing, by the compulsive desire of my female kin to wantonly show off their every move online in regards to their man. You know, i’m gonna let you in on a little girls secret. The ability to have several Facebook accounts is more powerful than the ability to have several passports. That’s due to the fact that a passport can get me into a country whereas a second Facebook account can get me into people’s lives … especially other girls lives.

In the race to define popularity by how many Facebook friends one has it’s shockingly easy to get accepted into the private world of all my enemy’s. That’s akin to being in the opposing General’s tent and peering over his shoulder while he plans his every move. The most valuable commodity i know of is information, with it there are no defeats.

[blockquote align=”center”]“The greatest victory is that which requires no battle.” ― Sun Tzu, The Art of War[/blockquote]

In a world where the ability to conspire, deceive and cover up is fading like the last flickers of twilight thanks to the internet, there exists if one is sneaky enough to use it the ability to apply that reality to relationships. However its sad that relationships have to be looked at like war, they shouldn’t. There should be no battle. I shouldn’t be an option for a guy, I should be his princess. Love should be able to exist between two individuals, and yet it rarely does. The only true love in the world is that found in family and to a dog. Knowing that, it only makes sense that when considering a relationship i need to have won first, and then gone to battle. That is the only way to ensure there is no battle in the first place.

Maybe the more healthy solution is to not engage at all. I am not a nation, but the principle still applies …

[blockquote align=”center”]“There is no instance of a nation benefitting from prolonged warfare.” ― Sun Tzu, The Art of War[/blockquote]

I wonder what Sun Tzu would have written about social media? I think he would abstain from using it. I think that’s the guy i want to date next.

Jaa xx

April 7, 2015