Let me tell you why my level 3 is the best way to train a toilet boy once he learned already to be ok with the smell of my poo.
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Level 1 is the easiest. All I want to do is remove how shy he is from being my toilet boy.
How to do that? Just make the toilet boy sit beside me every time I go to the washrooom.
At first all he has to do is that … sit and watch. Hand me my bum gun hose , hand me my toilet paper, hand me a towel, and flush after me.
24/7 slaves learn that early with me. It is normal and will be asked to do that every time from day 1.
But some toilet boy can only afford 1 session a week. So it takes time for him to know that is what his job is , to help me in the toilet.
It is humiliating for him to sit below me and watch me poo? Yes maybe. But also exciting no? He is learning finally how to do his fantasy. Just takes time to be a real toilet boy.
Level 2 is about learning to smell my poo and be ok with it. Dont have to love it. Just be ok with it. So dont cough, choke, gag, or run away.
How do I do that.
I’ll make him wipe my ass. So I will not use the bum spray sometimes. Let him get close and wipe me after I am done.
When he is done wiping I stand up. I bend over. Then I ask him to smell to see if he cleaned good or not.
Yes he is smelling the ass he just cleaned for me. But it still has a smell. The toilet boy has to be ok with that smell before he can go up next level of smell.
Because next time when I poo I will pull him by his hair. And push him betwen my legs. Above him I will have my camera studio light. So he can see into the toilet because not dark.
He will watch and feel me poo into the toilet. All toilet boy slaves get a hard cock when I do this. Then I will hold him there for 5 minutes and let him smell my poo in the toilet.
Sounds bad yes? Not really. My poo is under the water so the smell is maybe only 30%. But still 30% is up from smelling my clean ass 20%. Up slowly see?
After he is ok with that , like you see in my bobbing for apples story … he will bob. I used to do apple slices. Now I do big grapes. They float better. Round too so easier to get with the lips.
Above him I will hold his head into the water where I went poo. Push his head until he get a grape.
The smell is about 40% because the poo is under the water. But he is very close. Even touching with his nose. No hard cock for this. Guys are scared. They don’t like it much. But part of the toilet boy training so they have to listen to me.
And now? He is ready for 70%.
To smell the toilet paper he cleans my ass with. Yes, I make him hold it under his nose and let him smell many times. He has to get used to the smell.
I find this takes about 5 sessions. Or with my full time slave about 3 days to 1 week. By end of day 7 he is fine to smell the poo on the toilet paper. See how fast?
Now my toilet boy is ready for level 3.
Toilet Boy Level 3
There is only one ̶̶̶ fear.
What fear is that?
̶̶̶̶̶.
Taste. And what do we say to the god of ̶̶̶̶̶ taste? Not today!
https://youtu.be/nIXK-inss34
I learned to hold a man’s head up from the chin by one finger from that show. That scene.
A new toilet boy will always fear one thing. And only one thing. Taste.
I think it is too much to go from smell to taste. Always I thought … has to be a way to make that more easy.
And so I got the idea to wrap the face of the toilet boy with saran wrap and leave two small hole for his nose to breathe.
Then give him a choice. Can rip two more holes for the eyes so he can see up close my ass and the poo that will drop into his mouth.
Or he can keep his eyes under saran wrap so he see blur.
50% choose blur and 50% choose to see.
Remember I like only first time toilet boy slaves. So I like the answer for the eyes is 50/50.
When I put on the saran wrap I leave a hole in the mouth. A deep hole. To me it looks like the monster from Return of the Jedi
https://youtu.be/nAnkFVaKnec
But my hole is not for Jedi. It is for my poo.
Never did you think in your life you would be a Sarlaac monster right?
Why is level 3 so perfect?
Because you get used to the smell when my ass opens and you get used to the feel of catching the poo in your mouth. But no taste.
Now. It depend on my toilet boy slave how he feels. What I do next is up to him not up to me.
If he feel comfortable? I will tell him to close his mouth and feel the texture of my shit inside his mouth. But no taste … it is feeling only.
Some … will gag at that feeling. About 40% gag. So you see why it is important to not have to fight taste too?
I could put a banana in his mouth and he wont gag. Texture feels the same. But his mind is still shy about being a toilet boy. So he gags.
After the 3rd time all stop gagging. Almost all. I still have one full time slave who gags even after trying about 20 times already.
That is ok. Then you know you cannot do level 4 the final level. And maybe he will think in his brain my level 3 finished his fantasy and he will be happy he did it.
For a full time slave like that I will fill the hole and then finish my poo in the toilet above him. He will have to not move and just hold it in his mouth until I am done and I say stop.
That way he feels used. And most every slave wants to feel used. So win win.
And there you go.
Level 3. Saran wrap. My secret gateway to a successful level 4.
Mistress Wael
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Did you ever order food and after the food come you said “fuck … why didn’t I order the other food I was thinking about?”
Or did you ever try one awful food … and then try something worse … and think ‘wow’ … the first food – no so bad!
In my last story I told you I will explain how I take away the fear from my scat slave.
I told you I had a special technique.
Actually … I have 2 technique.
One is mental fear.
One is just fear of my poo in the mouth.
So I want to talk about mental fear first. Because I know I can make your mouth not to be scared of my poo. You can see how I do that in part 3 of my Mistress’s scat slave series.
How to make a scat slave relax his mind?
Easy. Make the poo the lesser of two evils.
Follow along. Or buy my scat slave Lesser of Two Evils video and see for yourself.
The empty glass.
Into the empty glass I will make a special Mistress’s scat slave cocktail.
Again , like I told you in part 1 … my slave always begin below me.
It is his first time to be my scat slave. He thinks it will be awful.
So I make him think about why I have a champagne glass in the bathroom with him?
It’s empty. We need ingredients.
At Starbucks. In my frappucino they put chocolate shaving on the top and chocolate sprinkle.
Sorry I don’t have chocolate shaving on my body … but I have nail clipping and nail file dust for a Mistress’s scat slave.
I used to let my slaves clip my nails. Now .. no way. Men suck at nails.
So watch me. Watch me fill the glass with my nails and nail dust.
Good boy. Have a idea what I am doing yet? No?
Ok add something new.
Lucky for me Starbucks never put shoe dirt in my Frappucino.
Sorry I cannot say the same for your cocktail.
A good drink should have cruncy munchy. Something to bite. Bubble tea has bubbles, yes?
I don’t have bubbles on the bottom of my shoe but.
For sure I can scrape crunchy things into your cocktail.
About now … all my slaves get it … what I am doing.
Look at that … 5 minutes into his first scat session and?
He forget about eating poo.
Magic!
What is more tasty than shoe dirt?
Right. You guess true. Foot scab. Toe dirt.
I will get my slave to lick the dirt from between my toe.
And I scrape it from the tongue and into the cocktail.
Perfect. Now we have all the ingredient. Oh? Mistress’s scat slave … his focus is on the cocktail only.
Maybe I should make him help me?
Every slave loves to help his mistress, right?
Ok so help me to stir.
Wait. You cannot stir yet.
You need a stir stick.
But not your finger or something like that. A stir stick can add flavor.
And where to get flavor? From my ear.
Ear wax has protien I think. See? I am thinking about your health.
So stir and do like I do in the video … wipe my ear wax on the glass.
Good boy. I am sure you can guess what will come next?
Oh? You don’t want to know? You feel too embarrass already? Too bad!
Now we need to make a roux.
You forget I was a chef before I was a Mistress.
I make the best roast beef roux in the world.
And I make the best Mistress’s scat slave cocktail roux in the world.
Just add a lot of spit. Your spit. My spit. Two flavor in one. Let it mix together.
Yes. Good. We have a roux.
Now watch me swirl for you.
Ok yes … it look a little bit gross.
You don’t mind , right?
In cooking I have to make a reduction. To make a reduction often I will add wine to my food.
Lucky for you … I have free white wine for your cocktail.
Ok yellow wine. Close enough.
Your job … please hold the cocktail glass to the wine tap. Thank you. Good slave.
Hmm. I guarantee you forgot 100% about my poo. Now you focus on the slave cocktail we made together.
I add nose snot to make you think about the cocktail more.
Maybe some pussy hair.
I cook like that at home too.
I throw everything into my soup. So let me do the same for you.
Too gross for you slave?
You will throw up if you drink that? Would you like to eat something else instead?
Well lucky for you I have appetizer.
A good cocktail should wash down a meal, right? Because what is a cocktail? Yes … after dinner drink.
And what did you come to see me for? That’s right … dinner.
So open your mouth. Let me feed you.
Not alot. See in video how much I feed you? Answer: just enough.
Just enough to give your mouth a new taste.
I know. I understand you. You are now my shit eater. Your dream to be Mistress’s scat slave come true.
But the taste!
We did many many sessions at Mistress’s scat slave level 2 … and I take your fear away about having my poo in your mouth already.
That is why you are ok right now. You are shock 100% you can be ok with that taste in your mouth.
Congratulations!
You graduate to Mistress’s scat slave level 3.
Let’s celebrate. I have a champagne bottle… for me only of course.
You … drink your cocktail … it is the lesser of two evils.
Wouldn’t you agree? haha. Cheers!
Mistress Wael
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Today I will edit and load all the videos from old sessions to the cloud. Organize them into folders. And make a store page where you can buy the groups of videos by folder.
I’m making a video a day to add to the store.
Adding video and online sessions to my form.
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Making human toilet training hot and sexy is my new goal.
When your head mistress taught me about bdsm she say to me every day “find a hole and fill it.”
And no is not talking about anal sex.
Supply and demand. Find a fetish with little supply , a lot of demand , and do things different.
So I am.
I am making toilet training super sexy and hot. Because I watched about 1000 toilet training videos now. All are mean , messy , and gross.
Not one video show what the submissive slave wants the most.
a) To be scared and want to be submissive anyway.
b) To be excited.
c) To be able to serve me perfectly.
d) To feel embarrassed and loved at the same time.
e) To experience humiliation in a good way.
My goal is to give my submissive slave all that and more when he submits to be my human toilet training boy.
When Christmas comes …
I will be the #1 Mistress in Asia for Human Toilet Training with 100 videos. Let me show you why.
Yesterday I made a video to show one way I do my human toilet training. In fact … I have about 10 ways. Slowly I will show you all 10.
If you want to watch the video and follow along you can buy it for 2,000 baht.
Today I will start to make a store page for my videos. First I will load all the videos I did already. Then I will make one new video a day and load it to the store. And I will add the custom made videos people ask for.
To help you understand my technique I will post screenshot from my Human Toilet Training video but to really “get it” you should watch the video to feel the “desire” I make in your heart.
Scared and Submissive
The perfect human toilet is scared and submissive.
I will show you soon how I take care of scared. I remove it. All fear gone. I have a perfect way to do that
But I want to talk about submissive. How I make you feel submissive.
Because I don’t do it only for my human toilet training session. No. The technique I use for all my session. Especially my Mistress as a Girlfriend session.
Your head mistress is a bombshell. She can make you feel weak and desire at the same time.
I am ‘maybe’ only cute.
So I have to do technique perfect to make you submit to me.
One thing I do always is to keep you below me. Under me.
Under my foot. Under my ass. Sitting below me. Sitting under me. Always under me or below me.
In my Mistress as a Girlfriend session … if you taller than me … you must bend yourself to be below my eye.
Men love that when we go shopping all day. And I massage the sore back in the evening for reward.
You can see in the video you start below me.
And I make you wait like that.
Why rush?
You wait all your life for this fantasy right? So now you will wait 10 minute at my foot watching me on the toilet.
I want you to enjoy to be my human toilet training slave. So let it last a long time.
Every human toilet training video in the world is so short. Why? It should be very long experience for you. And every minute you wait will make you to want it more.
Human Toilet Training is Exciting!
I need you excited – not scared.
Excited means your cock is super hard. Hard like my Tease & Denial sessions.
Watch every other human toilet training video in the world … every man has a soft dick.
All my slaves stay rock hard. Why?
Because I focus one thing other Mistress never focus : anticipation.
No not that anticipation. You’re so vain if you think like that. (see my joke?)
Again … in every video the slave is on the floor already. Or under a toilet chair.
And that is fun how?
Look at my hand in the photo.
I am push you down below. You can feel me push you to your position.
I encourage you.
Tell you how perfect you are.
I let you tell me how perfect is my ass from down there.
Often I will put lipsitick on your mouth. Nice shiny red lipstick.
And I will let you tattoo my ass with your lips first.
If I like my tattoos , I will fart to let you know.
And you will play with your cock when you kiss. Just like you are now!
Only touch my perfect ass with your lips.
Again. Why rush?
You are below a naked Mistress on your knees about to eat from my ass soon.
How about I put a show on for you?
Let you enjoy to look at my hair.
Let you enjoy to look at my ass.
Maybe I give you 1 peek to see my boob.
I want you to enjoy your time on your knees.
Because how often can a man be on his knees in his life? Almost never you agree? So when that time come to have fun … take your time. Because I will take my time to see you submit to me for sure.
Serve me Perfectly
Ok. So your cock is 100% hard. Good.
Your heart is going crazy. Good.
If you watch other Human Toilet Training videos … the slave is ready … and the poo come like a sausage machine. Voooooooooom.
No.
Did you know poo can look cute?
Poo can look like a rabbit. Or like a strange bubble.
See the bubble on my asshole? I want you to look at it from below me. I want you to ask yourself question about it like “is that a bubble?”
Always I will let out 1 tiny sample and hold it on my asshole.
The more you see what it will look like … the color … the texture … size … wet or dry … the more your brain will think about where you are and what will happen soon.
Slow. Everything so slow.
Then I will squeeze my ass tight.
And make a smear.
IF you are level 2 human toilet slave – mean you have 0 fear because we did many times my special technique to remove fear …. this will be your first touch.
But not with your mouth.
With your nose.
You foreigner love to say the word “brown nose.” But did you ever get a chance to really be a “brown nose” slave? With me you will. How humiliating to put your nose in my dirty ass! You must be a dirty slave. You agree?
Say “Yes Mistress Wael.” I will make you say my name a lot to make you sure you remember me and this session.
Love and Embarrassment
I want you to love to serve me. I want you to love my ass. And love what come out of it.
To make you almost cum I have 2 technique I do … and because these 2 techniques … sometimes I have to tie your hand so you don’t cum.
First technique is The Volcano.
I think … it is amazing to see the ass open. It is like a movie when you see a volcano explode.
But in my movie … you can see very close the top of the volcano before the lava come out.
I play with that idea. Sometimes for 10 minutes I will open the volcano mouth and close again.
Sometimes I will almost let you see the brown lava a little bit. And then pull back inside again.
And I will tell you every time the volcano open to lick your lip and open your mouth.
Anticipation.
After 10 minute you don’t know what to explode first. Your cock or my volcano.
When the volcano finally open … you will beg me for it to come. But I don’t do Dairy Queen style like every human toilet training video in the world.
I think it is stupid to put a Dairy Queen brown ice cream mountain on your face.
Did you ever in your life go 1 time to the toilet and poo on the top toilet seat? No of course not.
So why do a human toilet training session like that?
Drop by drop … you will open and swallow.
Then open and swallow again.
No mess. I hate a messy toilet.
And drop by drop you can enjoy yourself.
Because some slave … have a problem to swallow. But everybody can swallow one drop.
I learned if I don’t tie the hand of my slave he will come when he taste the first drop.
Anticipation and taste … is too much.
So you will have to tell me what you want from the session. You want one drop for your fantasy?
Or you want to hear “open” , “swallow” 100 times?
But like I say in the video “I am not done with you yet.”
Especially if you cum already.
Because like after you cum … after you taste one small drop of my poo … you will feel shy and embarrassed.
I want to enjoy when you feel like that and want to shower fast and go home quickly.
No fucking way.
You are my slave. I let you go when I say “I am done with you.”
So serve me more.
Yes …. with that taste in your mouth. Yes … with all that cum on your tummy. Serve me more shy toilet slave.
Here. Take tissue. Clean my ass for me. I love to see my slave learn how to clean my ass under the toilet seat. Not easy like you think.
My ass is clean? Good.
Maybe I make you drink some pee. Drop by drop. To give you more taste.
And I take you to the bed.
The bed is for me not for you. You always below me remember? So? Get on the floor.
And look up at me.
Yes with the taste in your mouth still.
Dont’ worry … I will add to the taste.
With the dust from my nail after I file.
And my spit.
And my ear wax.
And my nose stuff.
All mix together in your mouth. And say “Thank You Mistress Wael” every time. Understand?
I love to see you embarrassed like that.
Know what I learned?
The longer I make you feel embarrassed … the faster you come back for another session.
There.
That is some of the technique I use for my human toilet training session … with a new slave.
My fetish is to train slaves who never try it before and feel scare.
And change them from feel scare to feel horny.
And from feel horny to embarrassed.
And from embarrassed to rush to try again.
In two days I will show you how I take away fear from my slaves.
I have a special human toilet training technique for that I think no Mistress in the world do. Only me.
Remember you can email me to buy my video.
And you can email me for me to make a custom video for you.
Talk to you in 2 days.
Mistress Wael
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I got the idea of how to Toilet Train my submissive slaves from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.
No … not throw you into a bathroom of snakes … that was Raiders of the Lost Ark.
I’m talking about the 3 paths Indiana Jones had to pass to get the Holy Grail.
I thought … I should give my slaves 3 paths to cross to get my Holy Grail. My poo.
So let’s compare the 3 paths from the movie to my 3 paths … and you will see why both tests are the same.
The Penitent Man
The first test should cut out every slave who does not have the right attitude to eat from my ass.
In the temple the first test said “only the penitent man shall pass.”
Or … be humble before God … bend the knee to worship.
https://youtu.be/MxPdqbmYi8U
I will never book a slave who is crazy about poo and is not penitent about his fetish.
This kind of guy will cover his body and swim in his poo. Not who I am looking for at all.
I want the man who one time had a young girl sit on his face and laugh at him when he was young and in school.
That kind of guy remembered her laugh … and remembered the smell of her ass.
And it stick with him all his life.
Now he is a adult and wants his Mistress … somebody dominant … to take him by his hair and push his face into her ass. It is his dream to worship the ass of his Mistress.
To me … that means he has to worship my ass and anythhing that comes out of it.
And I don’t care if he enjoys it or not.
He must be penitent to me and thank me for letting him worship my ass anyway I want.
A slave like this will be nervous. But he will be excited at the same time.
He will be silent and pass through all my levels quietly from his knees … like a penitent man should.
Then , in time , he will find his holy grail.
The Word of God(dess)
“Proceed in the footsteps of the word”
Goddess in Latin is : Dea
Three letters … 3 steps.
In the movie Indiana had to step on each letter to pass to the next letter.
And so must you pass through my 3 steps.
In step one you must show me … with no noise … that you can survive when I facesit on you and my ass smells bad.
That means no licking, no sucking, no kissing my asshole.
I have the same rule for my nipple tease, and my pussy tease. Only the disciplined man may pass.
I hate femdom videos where the man says “Thank You Mistress” 100 times. I don’t need you to speak. If I want you to speak I will tell you to speak.
Be silent and smell. I have spoken.
In step two you will show me can swalllow my fart with no complain.
No noise.
No kicking.
No gagging.
Also, this is important because you will learn how to make a seal with your mouth on my asshole. When I fart I don’t want it to make a noise. Just go from my ass to your stomach. Perfect slilence.
Because this is the only way I give you the Holy Grail … with a perfect seal of your mouth on my ass.
Let me ask you something. When you finish take a shit … is the shit in the toilet or all over the floor? Exactly. Learn to be a toilet by swallowing my fart and you can move to the next step.
In step three you will swallow my pee.
Silently. Thankfully. With no mess.
And no gagging!!!! Seriously, if you gag on my pee, do you really think you are ready for my poo?
Unfortunately a lot of my slaves fail like the guy you see on my Twitter post. Like him, many will never graduate to the next level. And that is ok.
Sometimes you think the session will be just like your fantasy. That …. is why you fail
You are close to the holy grail.
Let me tell you a secret. I use the toilet in my bathroom 3 times a day. When I flsuh … it never throws my poo back up on the floor. Never.
To be my perfect toilet slave … you too must learn to never gag.
So you must pass my last step … get used to the taste of your dinner.
And don’t lick like a dog. At Terminal 21 the fancy toilet has a spray that cleans my ass. I want your tongue to be like that. Quick and clean. No noise.
Again … I really hate noise. I don’t like the slave who makes noise. Any noise will be punished. You won’t make a second noise … once you feel the punishment. That I guarantee.
Some make it this far. Not everybody. But some.
They are ready for the final path.
The Path of God(dess)
“Only a leap from the Lion’s Head will he prove his worth”
It’s a leap of faith.
You must believe you can do it.
In the movie Indiana could not see the path. It was invisible. He had to step into the abyss before he could land on the path.
So forget about any Toilet Training my Slave videos you see online. I always thought “if you can see the poo, the Mistress is doing it wrong” in the video.
The most boring Toilet Training video I ever saw was original Mistress Jaa. I have it on my computer. I watched it over 100 times. I still never saw evidence of her pooing in his mouth.
She did it so quietly … so quickly … and went back to her Tease & Denial part of the session so fast … it was amazing. I knew then … THAT is how my Toilet Training sessions will be like.
A leap of faith.
You won’t see it coming.
You won’t smell it coming.
You won’t feel it coming.
It will just happen.
And then it will happen again … and again … and again … and again … and so on.
Because, like Jaa, I break the holy grail of dinners into little chocolate pieces. I really hope you like eating small chocolates. You’ll be eating them for 2 hours.
I have done over 100 Toilet Training sessions now.
Not one has made even a little mess. Not one has made a sound.
[blockquote align=”center”]Friday night I fed your party , Saturday I said I’m sorry , Sunday came and I fed you it again. (sorry Billy Joel) [/blockquote]
Toilet Slave Training !! My beginner toilet slave (s) love me because I was a Chef before I was a Mistress. So I know a little bit more than other Mistresses when it comes to feeding people 🙂
Mind you … the food I serve for myself is very different than the food I serve you.
I cook almost every day to remind me of my love for food.
Did you know that I almost never eat Thai food? I’m hooked on foreign food. At the hotel I used to work at I was first in charge of making Chinese soup which I still make every Monday if I’m not busy.
But more than my love for Chinese soup is my love for Pasta. I’m very jealous that your head mistress is in Italy eating pasta every day.
It takes me all day but I believe I make the best Tomato Bolognese Sauce in my country.
This week I had many craving for food. I work out a lot now so I am hungry every day. This month I focus a lot on healthy food with protein …
I was once adored by a crew of particularly unsavory slaves , who for a time served their mistress at my behest , willfully performing demeaning tasks at my command.
Predictably, they increased their complaints to counter my intense stipulations of servitude.
My patience for such requests had long been exhausted, of course, so I prepared an alternate course of humiliation.
I provided alcohol in abundance in my last session for the most boisterous of my mis-worshiping slaves , and while the greedy dog slept off his revelry on my couch I shat the entire contents of my bowels into the en suite toilet with every twisted incantation I could muster while doing so.
I imbued each turd with the weight of my ambition and my contempt for his countless complaints of mistreatment.
Callously I summoned the drunken slave to my throne and stood naked beside him , letting him gaze upon the exact contents of his fate.
At my whim, my hand pushed upon his listless head , dragging nose and mouth down into the depths of the throne before him.
He must have cried out , but no sound escaped the swirling brown water.
“Human toilet training session needed by me. I’ve followed the map to the golden monkey and it’s led me to you. Will you be the one to give me what I so desperately seek?”
With my human toilet training sessions being priced at 15,000 baht per meal I thought that would dissuade people from even inquiring about sessions let alone book them, but noooooo. Though I dropped Economics in University it seems I learned the laws of supply and demand well enough for it was a simple supply and demand equation that made me think long and hard about what men truly desire when it comes to all things related to poo and femdom.
The simple recipe for creating uncontrollable demand is this …
Watch 1000 videos on mistress’s feeding slaves their shit.
Analyze why none of those videos are any good.
Write many stories about men with such fantasies truly desire.
Hit the nail smack on the nail of the head in every story I’ve written.
and that’s it … oh and one more important ingredient …
have stunning looks and and even more stunning ass.
When I realized the demand for such a session was far far greater than I had ever hypothesized and that the supply of beautiful women willing to supply such a treat is pracitcally non-existant , I threw out 15,000 as a number off the top of my head for how much I should charge for the pleasure of being under my ass at the most innapropriate time possible. Two sessions a day multiplied by about three hundred days a year came out to nine million in revenue, I won’t lie to you … I had walked into the sales office of that condo being being built beside Nana bts station and had serious visions about plopping down a cool 20 million a couple of years hence.
Now here we are just over a year later and you know what? Condo be damned , I can’t stand doing the sessions because they are nothing more than a cash grab with nothing in it for me. Yes, to a certain point what I do pays the bills and is moving me towards being financially independent , however it’s never been about money , it’s always been about the challenge of seducing a man, dominating him , coercing him to eventually do whatever I ask him to.
That’s not an easy thing to do. If you can imagine me on my first solo session without Jaa to guide me , I was nervous as I’ve ever been in my life. It’s no easy feat to take a man who is superior to me in size, strength and age … and break his willpower. I believe this is why a staggering disproportionate amount of mistresses rely on dungeons, pain, and fear in their sessions because it evens the odds.
Since day one I’ve never gotten a man to do what I want by going down that road , I’ve always relied on seduction and love which give me a great deal of leverage over how much I can influence a man. Whereas any woman can step into the role of being a mistress using pain as her tool , it takes many failed sessions to learn the craft of seduction. I measure failure by the degree , or lack thereof , of how much a man has fallen in love with me by the end of a short two hour session. A harsh measuring stick to be sure , but an accurate one.
For it is within that feeling of love that I can begin to inspire a man to do anything to please me.
Nothing , and I mean nothing , excites me more than giving a man a command to do something – and have him look me with a gaze in his eye that says “are you kidding me” only to have my eye confirm a strong “yes” without any words being spoken. To see him follow through with whatever it was I ordered him to do is a true transference of power , as is immediately removing him from my life if he hesitates to fulfill or even worse … questions my request.
Now understand this, while I have on a few occasions abruptly ended sessions simply because there was a failure to appease me , I had done so because to continue with the session at that point would have been meaningless as I had misjudged the moment. Does that make sense to you? If not, you’re probably thinking within the context of a two hour session. Don’t. I’m talking about the relationship of trust that develops slowly over many subsequent sessions as the submissive falls deeper and deeper under my control. He’s trusting me to take him deeper into the rabbit hole with every passing session and I’m trusting that he’ll willingly be led past any limits he thought he had.
You see, at the beginning of the first session , there’s no way I can ask something outlandish to be done and expect my wish to be followed through on. The trick on my part is judging when that moment is that he’s so far in love with being his mistress’s submissive that there no longer is anything implausible that I can ask him to do. It’s done willingly , albeit reluctantly , with no complaint , for him such a request is just the next plunge down the rabbit hole. For me to misjudge such a moment and have him refuse me , or question me , that’s a failure on my part to properly interpret the degree of his submissiveness towards me at that given moment.
If I did fuck up so brilliantly then I’ve lost the mood for the session as whatever magic I felt was present , clearly wasn’t and since I refuse to do anything that is acted out without feeling I have to end the session right then and there.
It rarely happens that I misjudge where we are in the mistress – submissive relationship though.
So as an example , going back to late February I had a dinner session on my calendar , the fifth of such dates with a French Canadian kid – Marc Andre – the name sticks to me because he wouldn’t let me address him by one of those two names , he insisted that was his full name. Solved that problem by calling him Maa – “dog” in my language as his last name began with an A as well. For his four hour dinner session we ate at Above Eleven from 7-10 pm , then went dancing until 4am. I normally stay out until the sun rises but in this case , he was having so much fun spending all this time with me “off the books” that I sensed he’d do anything to prolong an already very lengthy “session.”
At our table I leaned over to him and asked him “do you want to go back to my condo?”
“Yes” he said enthusiastically.
“Good” I said while giving him a good squeeze under the table between his legs, “I have to poo.”
My dance club is on the same soi as my condo so we were home a few minutes later. I let him take off his shoes and then led him by the hand to my bedroom … and then right through my bedroom and into the bathroom.
“Come on” I said after he paused at the doorway. “Told you I have to do a number two” and I squatted backwards cowboy style over the toilet seat still with my jeans on.
Both his hands covered his face from his nose down and he uttered some shit in French that I didn’t understand.
“Or you can go home. Upto you.”
“Mistress I …” he said only that for his complaint to what I was asking him , but he got on his hands and knees and crawled under my ass anyways.
A moment like that is what I live for. There’s nothing forced going on , it’s just a simple request by me that will either be carried out or it won’t. Oh but when it does get carried out and he’s under there kicking his feet violently on the floor , slapping his hands against my thighs as he holds on tight like he’s about to ride a bull – that’s pure bliss on my part right there. It’s moments like that which let me carry out such a fetish.
In any one of my 15,000 baht sessions I have neither heard such heavy breathing , such whimpering , nor have I seen a face full of tears as I have always seen when a poo eating fetish has been carried out my way and under circumstances that I dictate.
Rather, each of those sessions that I’ve done for the money grab has been like feeding a hungry kid that I have no affection for.
Therefore , I don’t care if you’re offering me 30k or 50k for such a poop-on-demand kind of session , I’m not doing it. It’s a “treat” that only a very select few will ever get to experience with me , and I have no map to the golden monkey to give you which lays out exactly what to do to become the next guy in line for such a meal. This is one of those rare times where the golden monkey finds you , if you’re worthy.
xx
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200 kilograms of volumous, disgusting life-destroying fat … think about it, that is the same weight of two large men. For 5 men, I’ve been the inspiration in their lives to collectively shed 200 kg of mass that had prevented them from being the man they were meant to be. Now not all of my sessions have been winners this year, there have been some stinkers for sure and even some sessions that I ended just as soon as they began, so they haven’t all been perfect. But I’m thrilled that in every instance where the person seeing me has been obese I can say that without a doubt I’ve touched each of those guys lives in a way that has been life changing for them.
The strangeness of it all though, is that I’ve gone about doing that in radically different ways for each of them, so when I say that Weight Loss Domination is the 4th best session of the past year, I say that because it’s been a unique learning process for me, one that encompassed the whole year through five distinctively different series of sessions. Yes series. It’s never been a one-off type of thing with overweight submissive’s, there is an attraction that lasts for a very long time, one which intensifies as it lasts and yet branches off in its own particular path, one so exclusive that it’s allowed me to categorize each man by naming his path as the following :
The Slave
The Runner
The Bag Man
The Once Upon a Time Rugby Star
The Guy I Touched too Much
Ya I know, it sounds like some prison guys I’ve recruited for my own version of The Longest Yard but trust me no, these guys are too fat for either American Football or Rugby and besides, with no black dudes on the team we’d get smoked. I’m secretly waiting for the year that African nations and black athletes in general decide they want to take over the white man sport of Rugby. At that moment 27 million combined Aussies and New Zealanders would collectively renounce the sport and say over that breakfast headline “Well Martha, there’s always hockey.”
The ordeal I went through with The Slave I’ve already written about it at great length, first here in the midst of his month long journey, and then again here at the conclusion of his month long stay as my willing prisoner so I won’t be going over it again. Those two stories made a lot of people inquire as to not only why a man would subject himself to such an unending torture, but also to why he wouldn’t just walk out. Simple answer : he didn’t read the contract.
The Runner.
How many times have you been out for a jog and your mind determines “your not feeling it today” or “you’ve done enough, call it a day” and 15 minutes later you’ve got your feet up in your lazy boy chair watching Hentai Porn with a donut in your hand. If you didn’t already know, I’m a runner (when I can find the time) and though Hentai porn isn’t my thing I have had those lazy thoughts permeate through the outer defenses of my mind after only 2 laps of Lumpini Park here and I know it’s a problem. When a Swedish man inquired about changing his life through long distance weight loss domination I knew laziness would be a huge obstacle.
The ‘work-around’ idea came to me from my foray into Financial Domination, in particular – on Twitter where I had seen some FinDom’s use TeamViewer as a way to hijack a slave’s computer and ruin or control their life from that perspective. Not my cup of tea but it did get me thinking in what other ways could I invade somebody’s life being half a world away from them. It was the next day actually that a guy tried to pick me up while I was on one of my runs and the topic of conversation was “dude, what’s up with the camera on your head” and “if you’re filming me I’m going to kick your balls so hard you’ll be filming your own vomit in HD”
I hadn’t moved into my condo just yet but I did have my computer set up at Mistress Wael’s condo and given that I was usually finishing up sessions over there at about 10pm it coincided perfectly with my slave’s late afternoon or early evening exercise time over in his Scandinavian homeland. I instructed him to bring his phone with him every time he went out to exercise and to Skype call me every 20 minutes to report in to me.
Now ever since Mistress Wael found my weakness and bought a Moo-Ga-Ta bbq electric grill for her room, I stopped going home at 10pm and instead we’d sit, eat and talk until 1 or 2am. Every time the phone would ring after midnight we’d giggle.
“Please Mistress, i’ve done 50 laps, I’ve been out here for 2 hours, may I please go home now?”
There’s something cathartic about seeing a guy soaked in sweat and tired beyond his comfort zone pleading with me to end his exercise regiment.
“If you go home now, you must call me and show me that you can drink your piss from a glass in one attempt without stopping. Or continue to do laps for another hour.”
He never once took the piss drinking option, and those extra laps – done until he literally couldn’t walk home properly were the recipe behind his 40kg weight drop. I’d make him do all sorts of things for me like pull ups from the monkey bars in the playground I saw behind him and I’d make him smile into the phone while he did 100 pushups for me – making him start all over again if for one moment he dropped his worshiping grin.
On days where I’d be busy or on holidays I’d send links to video demands I had recorded for him and he’d have to play it and follow along. Those cracked me up. Seriously, try talking to a person … in this case Mistress Wael … who is holding a camera and counting like I’m doing a show for Sesame Street. I’d get to 3 or 4 and burst out laughing at myself and it’d take 20 attempts for me to get through the whole recording. I should make a blooper outtake video for you guys, it was too silly.
Unfortunately the financial reward for such a time investment was too little and by the second month I was regretting the meaningless payoff that I had agreed to more than I was excited by his total body transformation. Something that I probably went too far the other way with in dealing with The Bag Man to compensate for the time/money reward ratio.
The Bag Man
In a perfect world, 1+1 does in fact equal 2 and here in this case I had a fat guy who was also fascinated with not only seeing my pussy which I hadn’t yet allowed the privilege of seeing but I had made him into my SMS shit slave by sending him a photo every time I ended up taking a shit at home in my condo. It started out with a casual tongue in cheek offer in this Line chat we were having and it evolved to this thought I had that maybe this guy would indeed come over to my condo and eat from a bag of my shit that I’d leave hanging on the door handle. Well, truth be told, it wasn’t my condo we were talking about at the time, it was Mistress Wael’s condo where we did sessions up until September of this year and therefore I had nothing to lose.
Her condo has without exaggeration 100 video cameras which I thought might get her kicked out of the place if they could zoom in on what he was eating so I had to lay down the rules properly for him.
I told him that once a day at exactly 4pm (convenient as it’s 1 hour before my first session of the day) I would wrap one piece of my shit in a tortilla and subsequently wrap that in tin foil to be placed in a plastic Subway Sandwich bag that I would hang from my door handle. He was to consume nothing else each day from the time he woke up until the time he would come to Wael’s condo at exactly 4pm, and if he was late by even 1 minute on one occasion I would cancel the whole exercise permanently.
He was to stand at my condo door and consume my special home made tortilla within 2 minutes and upon swallowing he was to knock twice. Each and every time he did that, I promised him I would open the door wearing less and less each day and that I’d hand him a water bottle and tissue before sending him on his way. Afterwards he could eat whatever he liked up until the time came for him to sleep and we’d repeat the process the next day … assuming I had a session which was about 90% of the time.
I told him that I may or may not be watching him through the peep hole of our condo door, and if he made any gestures that would look suspicious on the cameras that were watching him, he wouldn’t be allowed to come back. Basically, I wanted him to eat my tortilla like it was a pure Mexican delight.
I also promised him that if he was able to follow such a diet for 30 straight days that sometime in the month that followed I’d summon him to eat directly from the source, and at that time he’d finally be allowed to see my magnificent pussy. On the very last day of that second month I sent him an sms at 1:13 am and told him if he wanted to see my pussy he had to drop what he was doing and show up at my condo within thirty minutes. Now, I had noticed a drop in weight over the month that we were doing this, but then after the 30th day of him eating his daily tortilla we went an entire month talking only by sms on Line.
I’d chastise him and humiliate him every day asking him why somebody so fat deserves to see the hottest ass and pussy in the city. Then on just one occasion i mentioned half jokingly that the following month, if he hadn’t changed his appearance, he’d be eating Ass Burgers for the month of April.
When he showed up at Wael’s front door after one of our 2 hour BBQ fiestas I was ready to shit three days worth of food into his mouth and was squeezing my legs to keep it in. Wael who was looking down from the balcony window to the parking lot below said he saw the guy sprinting from the motorcycle taxi that dropped him off to the lobby and that he looked somewhat different. What an understatement, as the guy who knocked on the door a minute later stood before us sans beer belly , replaced by a normal sized tshirt which pronounced what could have been the onset of a 6 pack of abs. Was his two month long ordeal worth it? I dunno, ask him …
M S <m……[email protected]>
Mar 5
to me
I loved your lingerie. It was intoxicating and sweet to suck the silky fabric, so close to your pussy yet so far 🙁 I could lick you all day if you’d let me. Your ass hole was pleasantly awful too 🙂
The Once Upon a Time Rugby Star
My relationship with Gregory has been more of an exercise in getting him to believe that I’m sincere than anything to do with weight loss. If you have taken time to read over my website and the stories within, you know that I’m willing to give all my heart and effort to create for you a FemDom experience that involves the mind as much as it involves the body. I do what I do best, I take your little plan of what it means to be Submissive, and I turn it on itself.
That might mean a sudden deep passionate kiss given to a guy who hasn’t been kissed like that in countless decades, and letting that seed grow in his mind as I send him away to dwell upon the meaning behind the 5 seconds of pleasure concealed behind 1 hour and 59 minutes of anguish. But just as much as it can be a physical act, I find that most men are simply trapped in patterns that degrade their life and nobody has had the fortitude to step up to their face and tell them like it is. Two things motivate people to change, desperation and inspiration, and I’m simply the motivator of inspiration …
jaa4u.com | Goddess <mistress……[email protected]>
Sep 16
to Gregory
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So I know you well enough to say this without you getting too offended.
Grow a dick. Then once it’s grown, grow a pair of balls to go along with it.
Which means, stop apologizing for every fucking thing you do, it makes you look weak, and you come across as an idiot rather than a man who is confidant in himself and I know you can be that.
Yes lose some weight, take control of your life and don’t just hope it stays off, make sure you do whatever it takes to keep it off. Because you know, if you want to be around celebrating your 90th birthday like Jimmy Carter did or if you want to be fertilizer in 6 months is completely up to you.
Take control of who you are and who you want to be and more importantly, how you want to represent yourself.
I’m hot, I’m out of your league, yet I still talk to you , deal with it. Stop fucking blurting shit out and then apologizing for it 10 seconds after. It’s a pathetic trait you have and it needs to stop. Why? Because without it you’re a really cool guy. I wouldn’t keep talking to you otherwise.
Whatever you lost, double it. Don’t make it a target, fucking accomplish it. Do it. Get it done.
Be who you were gonna be when you were 20 playing rugby still.
Cancer, Diabetes, Asthma, whatever the fuck is out there is mostly brought on by a chosen lifestyle. I’m sure your problems are brought on by yours and if you are doing things right now to correct that forever then fuck , about time.
gregory,M…………[email protected]>
Sep 16
to me
Fuck you! And thanks, you are 100% right, this is exactly what I needed to hear.
Thanks
If you notice, I sent that to him in September and he has been re-reading it as lately as November 19th a full two months afterwards, perhaps even three if he’s read it again this month. Hey, you want to change your life? Do this.
You know the feeling you get inside of you when you’re going to ask a girl out, and you present the best possible version of yourself that exists within? Be that guy every day. Be the author of your own success story, be the guy a son would proudly tell everyone “THAT’S my dad.” We’re here on this planet for a very short time and sadly for a great majority of the guys I met this past year, they all died at age 25, yet they wont realize that until they’re 55. I had an interesting discussion with a man from Quebec, Canada last week who told me that we walk through our lives with our eyes closed and when the time comes to die, a lot of us die with our eyes open like this hockey player’s wife did, not wanting to give in to death when it comes too early.
The Guy I Touched Too Much
Admit it, this world is full of bullshit. It permeates every corner of our lives and we’re so used to it that we’re desensitized by it. So when we witness a truly pure action of love or kindness it’s fine … if the recipient of that action is anyone else but ourselves. That’s why it’s such a popular thing to do to share ‘feel good’ videos on Facebook and we all watch them don’t we? But what happens when a sudden act of kindness is directed at us? Especially if that person is an overweight person who has long since forgotten what it feels like to be touched in such a way that awakens the senses?
I’ll tell you what happens, the guy goes bat shit bananas like a man in an insane asylum. Oh sure, at first it’s a magical like thing to experience one of my sessions …
At the moment I feel like a puppet and you are the master of the strings… I cannot explain how hard you touched my soul, my brain, my feeling.
No – I don’t fell in ” love” 😍 I now that I am an old man – and you are one of the nicest girls … But I like the idea that you can control me. Crazy?
Maybe…. No …for sure crazy… I know I am an old idiot at the moment …but it feels so good to be an stupid idiot.
and maybe perhaps the feeling of my session persists, but with a hint of self-doubt of why the session was so powerful, a hint which is easily dismissed in it’s early stages …
Sorry mistress for all my emails,
I hope you don’t blog me … but I think day and night and every free second about the last session and you….
No idea what you did with my brain – it is gone …. No more brain…
I had no drink in your room – so no drugs … It is a little bit like hypnosis.
You did not hurt me …you did not hit me … You just gave me your smile… I think it is dangerous to play with you … In my emails with mistress jaa, I don’t like to meet you … I was just addicted to see mistress jaa
And now?
I am on holiday – I should relax – I should sleep with my beautiful girlfriend – I should have an easy time …
But the reality is different
I don’t sleep with her, because I worship you … I cannot relax …. You are always here ….I miss your smile, your skin, your weight on my body, your weight on my face, your soft hand, your skin, your lovely boobies, your beautiful ass, your eyes, your smell – YOU
For sure … I send you to much emails – and maybe you blog me … But I have to tell you that I miss your laugh and your smile….
You definitely need a photo on your website with your eyes and your natural smile…
I wish you a perfect day !!!
Ah but the feeling of being touched so deeply festers like a Menthos inside a Diet Coke …
Maybe not … I don’t know … My “plan” was not to write so much emails to you … You will get boring from me… Too much stupid things… Too much from my little live … Too much from my feelings …
I booked jaa into the session for my safety. Last time was harder than I expect …
The mental whip was deep under my skin … Around my heart … Opened memorys … I dont want it again…
It was lovely and sweet but deep
So I booked her for MY safety … I told her that you wear an uniform – In her blog you wear a school uniform
I am not horny for kids or school kids – I think it is just to forget what you can do … To see another person in the session – mistress to be mean to me not nice to me Mean and bad to me – different
Not nice…
So he books Jaa and me together and surprisingly to me he shows up smaller, thinner, more handsome than before. Then the session that I hinted at before goes down and he finds his “protection” in the form of Jaa (original one, not me) is a girl about to perform her last ever bdsm session and decides to put on a 2 hour demonstration of how to clean the condo from ceiling to floor. Well if he wanted dissociation from me and his feelings he certainly got it in that debacle of a session. That awful session didn’t dissuade him however, and his road to being a better version of himself continued …
I come for sure in February back to Bangkok and back to my mistress It is not necessary to write emails….
Yes, it is true … I like the contact … I like the mails .. I like xxxxx But you don’t have to do it ….
Ups… I write to much again… Please don’t tell “your other personality” about the emails …. Thanks mistress for your time …. I will try yoga at home in Germany … Maybe I will do a course … Maybe not …
For sure I will start to “run” again …. to loose weight again … to be a little bit more fit Have a nice sunny day
I should just leave it there, up until that point I inspired the guy. Then one mistake, in an attempt to show him that I’m different than other girls … which would prove why my sessions with him were genuine, I asked him what my favorite gem stone is. Diamonds aren’t necessarily ugly, but if you put the most beautiful diamond beside the most beautiful Opal, it’s quite clear which is the more beautiful of the two, yet, diamonds are pushed onto us as the more beautiful and then the supply is rationed so as to create a fake inflated price for the piece of shit. Ah, remember what I said earlier about this world being painted with bullshit.
So he painted me as a bullshit artist after posing that question to him and it went downhill rapidly from there. I don’t hold it against him, I understand that he and half of you haven’t bought into the “land of smiles” bullshit and some of you actually see just how many snakes in the grass there are here. But I do hold it against him that he didn’t see I’m not one of them. I’m more of a bdsm femdom therapist. No, not The Rapist … therapist.
… though I have been known to rape a few asses this year , but that’s #2 in the year’s top sessions and a story for another day.
jaa xx
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