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only-thought police-fans

I feel like I’m married to someone I can’t stand , that’s barely tolerable, yet “for the sake of the kids” (you guys) we remain in the relationship. Which is good because I always have a hard time writing blog stories about something fictional and with the dearth of sessions this year I’ve had a hard time coming up with stuff you’d guys find interesting to read. Now that I have something I’m passionate to write about , namely censorship , I’m excited to actually get pen to paper and let my thoughts out.   Let’s be clear about something.   I’m only doing only-thought police-fans because I have to , not because I want to.  It’s a forced marriage.    …

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My OnlyFans site is up and running :  https://onlyfans.com/mistressjaa   .   It’s  $20 / month.   I’m posting multiple times daily.  Plus live online domination.    This story is  going  to explain the how’s and why’s of what I’m trying to provide you and accomplish. That I’m writing again, and posting to onlyfans daily,  means I can finally put the cancer scare and the condo move behind me  …  and start having fun for a change!!   Because, fuck,  what a year this has been eh? No doubt, all this covid stuff happened because when I returned from Europe back in January I whispered to myself  that I wasn’t quite ready to resume sessons yet – that my mind needed  just a bit …

Love and Hope | Mistress Wael

Love and Hope. The two birds that sleep together when I exercise at midnight every night … that is the 2 name I gave them. In the morning I feed them bread when they wake up.  At 9pm when I go exercise around my condo they watch me and sometimes sing for me. And when I finish at midnight they sleep.  Together.  And touch wings like in love. I believe in love.  I believe in hope.  And I believe in maybe.     Her story ‘maybe’ is so powerful. ‘The covid pandemic has lasted 4 months and will last 2 more months minimum before tourists can come back to Bangkok.  That is awful, yes? Maybe. Well what if I start …

introspection

Who am I? That’s not a rhetorical question for you,  its a self-reflective inquisition of myself. If I look at the bright side of things – and god knows that’s been hard to do this month – I could step back and say that I’m just maturing from the mid 20’s girl I was when I started writing for this site to the “not quite” mid 30’s woman I am now , and with time has come a decade of change that makes me wince at who I was , right up to about a year ago. Now some might say it took this cancer in my chest to bring about change but in truth its been this whole last …

tearsintherain

I’m trying  to  figure out why  it’s been  so damn  hard to  write this  story , after all,  I’ve  been at it  all day , and this  is the  umpteenth retake.  So around 5pm , out of  total  frustration,  I went outside  on  the balcony and had a good  conversation with my  cactus plant as I usually do when things are feeling a  bit overwehelming.   Sitting there from late afternoon to mid evening with my plant coddled between my knees , watching the day turn to night ,  I kind of got some clarity on just why  it’s always been hard to  write about something other than the crazy fun sessions that I do every month. There’s always been this  …

emotions

I cannot believe this week. And I think I will never forget about it –  ever. I had every emotion.   Scared.  Cry.  Fear.  Angry.  –   and that was only on Monday.   Scare because i feel like I give up.  Covid is too much.  I cannot support  everybody.  And when I dream every night I dream about death.  I am a  happy girl I never dream about something like that. I cry after my dad call me and yell at me again – because I snap and yell back to him. Deep inside my heart I  understand him.  I understand why he feel mad. He has one leg only.   Had accident when I was in Grade 7.  Construction accident on …

maybe

Well, isn’t this fun? What cha’ doin’?   I’ve got my feet up  on  the sofa here sipping a cup of crappy insta-coffee,  the kind that  comes  in  packs of 3’s and leaves the taste buds a little unsatisfied  , know what I mean?   Got  my  laptop on – you  guess it – my  lap  , and until a few  minutes ago I didn’t  even realize  that I had  my right hand down  my sweats resting on  my  pussy.   I haven’t  showered  since yesterday and this is  the  third day I’m  wearing  these grey sweat pants  – but I have changed my panties daily ,  so at  least i’m somewhat kempt. That’s  how relaxed things are, and  you  know  what?   I’m …

end-game-femdom-bdsm-thanos

Two sessions and two Tinder dates in the past couple of months have ended in the movie theater – and by end I mean severence of relationship. What’s spectacular about that?  I didn’t end the relationship – the guy I was with did on all four occasions. The culpriit?  – The Avengers. More specifically , the last movie in the franchise – End Game , and the one that preceded it.   Those who know me know very well my penchant for ending relationships cold turkey – like instantaneous cessation of dialogue for eternity.  It’s something that more than one guy has had a problem wrapping his head around – that lying in any shape or form means he’s cut …

Goal Achievers

How did I get started as a Mistress? I get asked that a lot , especially recently as Twitter eclipsed the 4,000 follower plateau and searches for bdsm have brought in a plethora of new readers – I find in my emails lately a whole lot of  “getting to know you” type of questions. So I thought I’d shelve my thoughts on my recent European trip for a short while and instead spend a couple of stories at least bringing the new readers up to speed on just who I am and what it is Mistress Wael , Arita and I do in the realm of BDSM & Fendom. Starting with scratching your itch of knowing how I became “me.” …

Christmas naked bdsm mistress femdom bangkok

T’was the night before Europe and all through the place this Mistress was packing, with remarkable haste. The chastity’s were hung,  by the chimney with care In the hopes a good slave would lock him self there. Bondage ropes were nestled tucked under the bed While visions of Swiss egg nog danced in my head. But I caught a sound with my ears and turned right around Through the garbage chute St Nick came with a bound. He was dressed in all latex from his head to his toes And for daring to enter I clutched him by his nose. From the bundle of toys that was flung on his back I whipped out a paddle and gave him a …

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