Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Happy 39th Birthday Goddess Jaa

May good fortune be with you
May your guiding light be strong
Build a stairway to heaven
with a prince or a vagabond

And may you never love in vain
and in their hearts you will remain
Forever Young, Forever Young
Forever Young, Forever Young
Forever Young
Forever Young

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Tiny Dick Super Hero

Tiny Dick, Tiny Dick
Every girl hates a Tiny Dick
Such inferior, small size,
Tries to grow, before your eyes
Look Out!
Here comes the Tiny Dick.

Is it sad?
Listen bud,
It’s uglier than an alien bug.
Does it belong, in my bed?
Better to be my cuckhold instead
Hey, there
Clean up his cum my Tiny Dick

If a virgin is so tight
And  so young that she’s a crime
When she fucks at night
His dick is still a waste of time.

Tiny Dick , Tiny Dick
Pathetic, Useless, Tiny Dick
Sex with him
Is ignored
Being my pay pig is his reward.

To him, his dick is a great big fuck up
Wherever I need a laugh up
I’ll find my Tiny Dick.

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> A Poem for Mistress Pasaya

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> 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”.

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Cuckold Session | His Forced Humiliation

It started out as a dinner & dancing session and ended up being a Cuckold Session with my customer leaving his own 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”

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.

Hmmm.  I’m really at odds with whether or not to tell you what happened next as this is an open blog to the public and what indeed happened is very personal and private because it involved one of my most deepest fantasies that got played out.  Yet, I really want to write about it as it was so exciting for me.  So i’m going to write out in detail what happened and release that only through private request in exchange for a tribute here or a tribute there.  The purpose of this blog is to make you understand how I think about all these different fetishes that exist in bdsm and why I approach each and every one of them in a way that is distinctively different than other mistresses in the world.  The psychological effect of my sessions is more important that the actions themselves so i’ll be discreet about the hours between 4am and 7am last night and instead skip ahead to midday when he woke up.

It was interesting to see how hard he was right when he first walked into the living room area of the room where i was watching tv.  Boston had left at 7am and I napped in the same bed until just before noon but it wasn’t until 1pm that my customer woke up to start the second day of his session with me.  Age plays into this now as the guy is only 32 years old and his reaction was far more intense than i would imagine somebody 52 would let it affect him.  Someone 52 has had many more experiences in his life to give him a base to compare what happened but for this guy who was just out of an 8 year relationship, that night had lasting effects.

As I am experiencing right now, from 24 years old to 32 there is a lot of growing up that happens.  I am nowhere near the girl that got off that plane in Australia 5 years ago and likely he is not near the person who began dating his girlfriend 8 years ago.  She left him broken hearted and nearly suicidal although as you saw with my last boyfriend that is a normal reaction for somebody with no support to express.  He has this feeling of worthlessness and though he has a job that pays him a lot of money he sees no purpose for the money.  From that comes his feeling of wanting to submit to me and the feeling of not only wanting to do anything I ask of him, but somehow wanting to re-experience the pain of her leaving him which i have provided by making him my cuckold.  A job that he seemed to very much enjoy because when he walked into the tv room he was hard under his pants.

Now, I had promised him a reward the club if he had followed my instructions and he did do that for me.  For the whole hour I was with Boston he didn’t move at all.  Even while I sat, ate and talked with Boston he still didn’t move and at one point Boston even asked me to go check on him to see if he was actually alive lol.

“Did you cum under the blanket last night?” i asked him.

“No”

“No who? Remember who you’re speaking to.”

“No mistress” he corrected himself.

“Then take it out and cum for me, i wanna watch.” and he reached into his pants but before he could pull it out the idea just jumped into my head .  That’s why as much as some of you want me to write a script for what i’m gonna do in our sessions I simply cannot because of these spontaneous ideas that I get.  How this one popped in my head I don’t know but it was great.

“What are you doing?” I asked him making him stop in his tracks motionless with a puzzled look on his face.  He glanced down at his pants with his eyes as if to say “isn’t it obvious” and yes it was but i didn’t want to give him the pleasure yet of being able to show off his tiny dick for me just yet.

“Go back to your room, take out your dick and show me on Skype how you’re gonna cum for me.  Your dick is useless to me so don’t bother showing it off in front of me, it’ll look even smaller than it is on my phone anyways.”

I have these moments where I think my idea is so silly but so great that i wiggle my toes or kick my feet at how excited I am that not only did I think of the idea, but that the guy does it for me without question.  That’s how I grow as a mistress, these little ideas that shoot into my head and whereas I used to think “there’s no way a guy will do that for me” I’ve lately come to think “I wonder how fast he’ll do that for me” instead.

So there were my toes wiggling and I could hardly stop laughing as I put on my makeup waiting for him to call from the bedroom.  He had actually gone to the bathroom and called me from the toilet lol.  Sure enough sitting on the throne he played sadly with his little dick for a few minutes while I watched.  The orgasm was spectacular though.  Cum completely covered his hand, stomach and dick when he finished himself.

I was gonna say something cheap like “that’s breakfast” but I just left the experience at that.  Sometimes silence is better than something said, this was one of those moments and i just closed my Skype and went back to doing my makeup.

So obviously by his orgasm the night was intense for him.  So intense that even that orgasm together with no sleep at night and that he had flew in from England the day before was enough to make him want to pass out on the sofa before he drank his coffee.  I needed to do my toes anyways, i had bought a new nail color that you saw if you looked at my twitter yesterday and borrowing an idea from the new tease & denial masseuse that i’ll be introducing to you tomorrow i told my cuckold to lay down on the sofa with his mouth open wide enough for me to put my heel inside.

The cuckold held my foot like that in his mouth for 30 minutes , 15 minutes per foot as I painted my nails.  Then handing him a tissue I told him to carefully dip it in alcohol and clean off the paint that had leaked onto the skin of my finger.

Again borrowing from masseuse Waew I sent him down to get me my food and made his body as my foot rest and his arms as my table holding up my food and drink for me.  Cuckhold guys and submissive slaves in general love things like that but for me it’s an “action” with no real feeling other than to put the cuckold in his place.

I wanted to put him in my spiked chastity to take him outside for the afternoon but he collapsed on the sofa and slept all day until 10pm.  That’s when things got very interesting for the third and final day, and that story I will have to tell tomorrow.

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> 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.

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> 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 my first diploma and job in Thailand was in massage therapy and I have done my tour of duty in a massage shop 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 detective Pasaya for a few days to find her as she was the girl who worked with me in my first ever job at a massage shop years ago.  I knew right from the first day working at that job that being a masseuse was not for me.  Not only did I not enjoy catering to a customers feet for 12 hours a day but i wouldn’t put up with them grabbing my ass every Thai massage and I wasn’t shy to smack a guy in the face if he tried.

In the second week I had a customer ask for a massage with two ladies and I was paired up with Wael the girl you see in the video, 9 years my elder now 36 years old.  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 into the session when the customer reached up and tried to feel Wael’s breast she put his arm in an impossible lock with her leg and arm that if he moved would break his arm in half.  What made me like her is not only that she did that to him but that she smiled and made him enjoy it as she did it.  He tried it with his other hand grabbing my ass and Wael loved that i smacked him on his chest and twisted his nipple.

We were both let go from that job.  “you two not like good thai lady” our boss said to us and that same day we left the shop for good, each promising to keep in touch but in reality we both went our separate ways.

Then 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 I worked with 5 years ago for those 2 weeks.

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 these years.

She has 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 if you read my story about life in a massage shop you know that’s a huge no-no.  As well, she’s on that border line of being too cute for most shops to even consider her.  If I went for a job as a masseuse again 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, like me 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 me or whoever 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 2 hour massage and tease either at our condo or at your place for 3,000 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.

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Facesitting | Erectile Dysfunction Cure-All

Facesitting 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 Facesitting to Turn me On?

Probably yes you do need something like Facesitting.  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 facesitting 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 facesitting.

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.

Facesitting 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 on my twitter i’ll send you a special facesitting photo.  For now, i wanna write specifically about the facesitting trigger and why it works so well.

It’s not just about taking somebody’s face and facesitting 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 facesitting with a twist in that he is forcing himself to get his head up high enough to make himself get to the facesitting 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 facesitting.  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

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Breast Tease | Unbearable Suffering

My breast worship session started out with an innocent email :

“I want a session where the suffering is unbearable, any ideas?” =  Breast tease time

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 disgusting 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 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 Psaya” 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

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Monsters and Mistress’s

Will people stop, for the love of God, inviting me to all expense paid holidays in countries poorer than the one i’m currently stuck in.  I’m looking to trade up in life not down, so impressing me with offerings of travelling to Penang, Burma, Ayuthaya and the Phnom Penh killing fields are not going to win you any marriage points, really.

The only interesting place anyone has suggested is one wishing to take me to the Scottish Highlands to see the Lock Ness Monster.  The only imaginary monster i’d want to see though is Cthulu

And the only real monster i want to see is the green one in Boston.  I did a search today of the top 20 mistresses in Boston, – put together, their ass sizes could cover half of the Great Wall of China and to boot i found they charge $300 over there as well.  Are they charging by the pound or what?  I wonder how much business a rarely found Thai 27 yo true goddess mistress could command over there hmmm?  I wonder indeed lol.

I do get the crazy offers of going to Switzerland, Germany, New Zealand and the UK but what these guys fail to realize is that zoo animals don’t generally ever get to leave the zoo.  Then Mr.Useless TinyDick sends me an email fantasizing about a cuckold marriage … brilliantly showing his understanding of Zoo “Bar Animal” mechanics …

The Wedding plans where moving nicely. Not that it really matter, the purpose simply being to allow Miss Pasaya access to a British Passport so she could travel the world freely. My duties would remain the same: cooking, cleaning, hand washing clothes, selling my ass, being her dog….eating from her plate only after she had finished. That was my life as her cuckold slave whore and I loved every minute of it.

 

Honestly you’re higher than giraffe pussy if you think differently.  Luckily I understand zoo economics, where the laws of supply and demand apply equally to both the value of goods and the value of beauty.  Doesn’t take long to get out of the zoo when you hold the master key.

However the ever increasing line outside the zoo, patiently waiting, has reached 6.  The time to choose will be soon.  I would call upon a faceless man to help me choose.

A girl says nothing. A girl keeps her mouth closed. No one hears. And friends may talk in secret, yes?

“There are 6″ i replied.

The Mistress takes what is hers, lovely girl. And only death may pay for life. You court me and the five I am with. You can choose but one from the Worshiping God. We have to send them back. Speak five names, and a man will do the rest. Five lives I will give you. No more, no less. And we’re done, you’ll be left with one.

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> I Am What you Want Most in Life

xx May 5 (2 days ago) to me Hello Mistress, Sorry it has take so long to write to You after the session but Saturday was a full day and only got back here late on Sunday. i just wanted to say thank You for what was without doubt the most intense and sensual foot worshiping session I have ever had, it was truly heavenly worshiping your petite toes and soft soles. Your perfume was intoxicating to inhale and suck from the valleys between your toes. i was truly transported to another place while allowed to caress my tongue over your heels and arches. i hope that Mistress enjoyed it as much as i did, as after all Her pleasure comes first. R

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Camel Curves

On the 3 hour bus ride home tonight from my mom’s house I saw one of my foreigner university teachers that taught me here in Bangkok some years ago and though he didn’t recognize me he was nice enough to let me sit beside him and talk after I introduced myself.  At the time I thought he was an excellent teacher, he was the first one to ever impress me and in that year, my first in university, i never missed one of his classes.  I told him i had a 4.0 GPA (A-) in his class because of how good he was and he answered back

“see, you and the 10 others like you every year are why i don’t quit, why i can’t quit.”

“Why do you want to quit?” I asked him, “you’re such an amazing teacher.”

“Because i’m tired of being told to pass students that would otherwise be getting than a 1.0 GPA … or a D-

Then it occurred to me to ask “how many like that do you pass” and he answered “over 80%

Silence.

That’s a shocking number but it sure explains a lot of things … like why i never go see a doctor.  Me, being in the first 20% further clarifies for myself my relentless desire to put as much distance … measured in 1000’s of kilometers … from the  other 80% so I can finally get rid of this “guilty by association” cowbell you guys like to hang around my neck so often.

“There’s this rare thing called a camel curve of distribution” he said, “that’s unlike a normal bell curve seen in the western world.”  I guess I don’t know everything, my major is in English and i hadn’t heard of a camel curve so I asked him to explain it.

“I know on the first day of class every year that 80% of the students in front of me will fail, but if i want to keep my job i have to pass the majority of them.  Since there are little or no students in the middle of the curve, and the remaining 20% being the only actual intelligent students, teaching to anyone but them would be a waste of time seeing as though the F- group will get moved up to a C- anyways.”

Suddenly, there on the bus, it all made sense why in Australia –  College seemed so very hard when I started.  In Sydney Timmy the retard isn’t given a degree, a scalpel, and a patient to operate on.  I can’t tell you how stupid I felt the first month there, i went days without sleep trying to get myself even to the level of my Japanese friends who were also struggling.  I have this desire now despite my age which is telling me i’m too old to keep studying, to go do my Master’s degree abroad.  When i told that to Rob he said back

“Well then you would finally have something that has more value than second hand toilet paper.”  which offended me because I feel i am intelligent, on par with anyone foreign or domestic.  I worked hard for my degree in both places.  But i think he’s right.  After all, one does need a university degree here to both work at 7-Eleven and at an operating table.  In one case you have an 80% chance of getting the wrong change, in the other case …

haha … the other case means ObamaCare looks pretty good now doesn’t it?  

The Freedom Trail … ends in Boston Massachusetts but starts in Bangkok.  Know what else is in Massachusetts?

Harvard.  Oh and … first hand toilet paper as well.

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Aggressive Negotiations for a BJ

When it comes to sexy bdsm wrestling sessions, junior jiu jitsu mistress Wael is my secret weapon.  However I may have to pull out something top secret for the 17th because suddenly sucking cock is on the table.  We both went all in, he wins Wael and I have to get dirty knees, on the other hand if we win, he’s getting fucked with the biggest dildo I have, we call it Dino Dick.

You think i would consent to sucking dick that easily?

I’ve studied the Art of War.  So trust me, on the 17th, he’s gonna be the first to experience Jurassic Park in 4D … “it feels so real”

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Email Domination Application

So you are interested in me?

Thank you for the opportunity to write this for you to discuss my suitability for the role as your mistress.   Based on the compatibility we have together as mistress & you as my submissive I hope you, like me, can look out into the future 6 months from now and already see how well suited you are to worship a goddess like me.   My seduction of you, your heart, and your mind is everything you have ever wanted isn’t it?  You’ve been looking for someone like me for the longest time haven’t you?  But you just haven’t found her until now right?

My soft touch, my caress of your face, and my kinky imagination will take you to levels of submissiveness you never thought possible, and that’s what you’ve always wanted.  I’m not just going to add value to your life, i’m going to add purpose.

Wouldn’t it be great if by the end of the year, you have successfully performed all the chores, duties and tasks that I have given you, you’ve had 2 or 3 life changing sessions with me that have finally given you the sexual high that you’ve wanted to experience, and you’ve taken care of me with tributes to give you the satisfaction of caring for your goddess, and it all started from the conversation we’re having right now?

I’m going to give you a silly job to start you on your way to being my sweet submissive play toy.  Let’s take something you either hated doing or laughed quietly at the poor boy in your class who had to do it after school back when you were young.  Writing lines as punishment.

Except this time each line that you write is going to unlock your confidence and show you just how good of a submissive pet you can be for me.  So when you’re ready go get yourself a pen and paper, some baby oil, and a pair of your wife or girlfriends used underwear.  If you are single that’s even better because you’re going to feel the red cheek silly humiliation of going to the woman’s section and buying a cheap pair of sexy black cotton panties for yourself.  When you have all those things and you have time by yourself for an hour so that you will not be interrupted we will begin your training.

You are going to put on her panties when you are sitting alone.

Wet your non writing hand with baby oil and play with your cock but do not cum.  If you get close, and you will because of how long you will be playing with yourself, stop for a moment.

While you are playing with yourself , then with a black pen on white paper you will write the following line of devotion to me 100 times as neatly as you can write …

It will take you some time.  Don’t rush.  Each word is a devotion to me so the writing must be beautiful.

When you are done, you will place her panties on top of your 100 lines and you will take a photo of your work.

Then you will use my email address for two final tasks.

mistress.pasaya@gmail.com

Send me the photo.

Send me a money tribute to my paypal or my amazon using that email address.

I’ll leave it to you how much to send.  The highest tribute though, gets links to all my video collection  I’ll be posting the tributes and photos on my twitter so you’ll know soon enough if you have won that extra little prize baby.

From the moment you send that photo, you give up your freedom of controlling your own orgasms.  Any pleas to be allowed to cum must be sent by email to me, and when i do let you cum sometime in the future, i’ll want to watch it personally on Skype each time.

You may begin.

Goddess Pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Pasaya Almighty

I was sitting at home earlier today looking up on Google “people who ought to be killed” to see if anyone has listed my sister and sadly I found that nobody had as of yet.  I found George Carlin has a list of other people I also agree should be strapped into chairs and have their balls beaten with hammers.  Sadly my sister doesn’t have balls, she should, it would explain why she washed her clothes on Sunday and they still cover the couch in the small room I share with her 3 days later.  When i asked her how she can live her life so filthy she said “who are you you’re not my mom.” , in Thai because she’s the only one of the three between me, my uncle, and her who insist on not speaking English.

“Good” i replied, “if I was your mom I would have stopped you from being born if I knew you would live your life like this.”

There’s my ‘edgy’ style again that somebody said i have that is opposite of the ‘motherly’ style that someone else here used to write with.  I’ve spent the last three days trying to write one story in a new motherly style and after 10 failed tries i came to a conclusion that maybe i need to have a kid to be able to write like a mother.  Then again, maybe the thing i’m the most proud of is that I escaped village life without having a baby, and that at 27 years old to still be single, intelligent, educated, and childless puts me in the .01% of the population that have those assets.

So as I glared at my sister talking to her equally jobless boyfriend on her mobile all morning until her battery was fully depleted I just suddenly got the urge to put as much distance between me and stupidity as possible and went to Terminal 21 to do my email in private.

Answering bdsm email is like being Jim Carrey in Bruce Almighty after he discovers he has the power of God, but then deciding not to use any of those powers at all.  Pasaya, in case you didn’t already know, means Bitch in Thai, but the more I manage this business and manage myself the more I find that I’m the complete opposite of the name I’ve given myself.  Correct me if i’m wrong, but don’t I have a moral obligation to any submissive man to not ruin his life, even though that’s the very fantasy they want to live out through me?  Sometimes like today, i’ll be sitting in Secret Recipe nibbling on cake when i just have to put my fork down after reading an email and say out loud “why?  For what reason would a man of sane mind send me an email like this?”  Then i’ll continue with my email choosing not to answer back quite yet to what I had just read and suddenly i’ll run into another email that’s just as equally shocking.

See, not only must I protect the identity of all those who contact me but it’s come to the point where I’ve had to break off email to protect the lives of these people as well.  But here’s what that does to me, it causes a conflict in my mind about how far to take the slave mistress relationship.  I’ve found myself spending hours like I did today reading over 100’s of twitter accounts and websites from other mistress’s and I haven’t found much comfort.  There seems to be no moral guidance with some of these girls.  They view the man’s submissiveness as a tool to do whatever they want with him and I just can’t do that.

So ask yourself, when was the last time you were completely seduced by a girl.  To the point where you cannot get her out of your mind, where every minute for days or weeks after the session she is in your blood when you are awake and your thoughts when you are asleep?  That’s what I do for a living, and i’m very good at it.  While that’s fun for the 2 hours that you are with me it becomes a problem when guys start making plans to leave their wives, abandon their job, leave land and country to come be my personal slave.  I think as a mistress that has so much control over a man it’s my responsibility to tell him ‘no’.

The same as when i say my sister “ought to be killed” I clearly mean that she frustrates me to the point that I can’t believe she is of my own blood.   When I say “your life belongs to me” I clearly mean in the realm of play, not in the realm of reality.

Now the rule of “believe half of what you hear and and all of what you see” applies here.  Did any of these guys who claimed insanity of lust for me as the reason they did these deeds for me ever actually do the things they said they did?  Hmm, maybe maybe not.  I do have visual proof that these guys are doing the tasks I give them to do through email domination but those are harmless acts of writing out lines for me, buying my brand of panties and wearing them for me, writing my name on their dick before going to pick up a girl.

What scares me is trying to sleep thinking “did so-and-so actually rape his wife with my name tattooed on his penis so that she would leave him allowing him to be with me.”  Or what to do after so-and-so shockingly shows up at my condo from France with suitcase and bank book in hand ready to pledge his life to me … without even being invited.  Or a Malaysian man willing to pay for a same day flight and session to only see me, but not willing to pay for a hotel so that he may walk around Bangkok with my poo in his mouth all night to prove his level of devotion to me.

It didn’t take three days to figure out what style edgy or motherly to tell each of them no, stop, too much.

These guys don’t need their balls beaten with hammers, they just need a little bit of love and be given a compass so they can get their life course back on track.  Except my sister, she can remain lost at sea for all I care.

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> My Goals in Life

Today, the third guy in a week has talked to me about marriage and having children.  Maybe they haven’t seen my ‘read between the lines’ Twitter tweet I did on that subject 2 days ago.  No, it’s not gonna happen.  I have goals in life that i am accomplishing one by one, and though it’s way off in the future, here are the three goals that must be fulfilled before I even consider having kids with one of you guys …

Bumper stickers that sell well … elsewhere lol pic.twitter.com/TSMsZ3W2k1

— Mistress Pasaya (@MistressPasaya) May 13, 2015

priorities before having kids …

1.  have a place to live such as a condo or house, in my own name, fully paid for.
2.  have a bank account and investment portfolio that are equal to the amount a successful foreigner would have at age 30 if not more.
3.  Be living as far away from Thailand as possible, a galaxy far, far away would be fine, failing that, a different continent would suffice.

then and only then would i start to think about having children.

In that line of thinking, I’m just following in my uncle’s footsteps.  He has shown me that a man can start from nothing and build a successful life by doing three things.  Thinking differently than everybody else, by having goals, and by never stopping until each goal is realized.

After my dad abandoned me and my mom, it was my uncle who drove me around the village asking me if I wanted to be like every girl living there – 15 / pregnant / single / poor , and then by driving me around the rich parts of Bangkok and asking me later which of the two lifestyle’s I wanted for myself.  He’s the one who insisted that only English be spoken or written in his place no matter how much it was looked down upon by outsiders and even my sister who i shared and still share a room with.  I had to not only attend university but by his rules if he was to pay for my education I had to have an A- average in all my years.  Then finally it was my uncle who paid for my college in Australia that allowed me to change from being Rainy 1.0 to Rainy 2.0 , and finally morph to the Rainy 3.0 that I am today.  I’ve learned to create goals, stick to them, and be a perfectionist along the way in everything I do.

Part of that plan means being a perfectionist in choosing the man I want to share my life with.  Notice I use the word choose and not the word settle.  I don’t settle for anything.  I have a list of the things I demand from a man and if he cannot meet them all then I discard him and keep looking.  The early bird might get the worm, but the princess gets the castle and she wouldn’t settle for anything less, nor will I.

So take your pretentiousness elsewhere.  The mia culpa is on you if you don’t want to show me both your monetary value as well as your worth as a gentleman.  Which means you can either wait for me to accomplish goals #1, 2 and 3 on my own which I will, and then hope the stars align for you in the future, or you can skip the line and work with me on those goals.

That’s just the smaller test.  The bigger one’s gonna be getting my uncle to approve you.  You’re gonna need some big feet to fill those shoes

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Blackmail | Hint Hint, Wink Wink

I saw on Twitter the other day a slave crying out “does real Blackmail even exist, i’m so frustrated.”  It exists, but it’s kinda like wishing for an Ouija board to work, you’ll wish the hell it didn’t the moment it does.   Just like we’d prefer to watch an exorcism being done rather than having an exorcism necessarily done on us we’re left with the Blackmail of the fake kind in the realm of BDSM fantasies.

Or are we?  Maybe the question is …

Which Blackmail is worse, real or fake?

I’m dabbling a bit in both right now and i wanted to discuss the difference from the point of view of the person doing the blackmailing.

The fake kind … the kind where i’m offered somebody’s wallet, bank account, credit cards, I.D, email address and home address … and then being told “it’d be awful if my wife found out that i had done this and that i’m your total slave now” hint hint, wink wink … don’t even bother me with this kind of fake bullshit.  For one, it’s just not nice to do that to someone for no reason.  I’d rather say i got rich in making a successful business model than saying i got rich by destroying a person’s life and then hiding under the blanket of “well it was his fantasy, he asked for it.”  For the same reason that when a guy is under my ass and changing his mind fast about his poo eating fantasy … i don’t just deliver him yesterday’s pizza saying “well that’s what you wanted.”

The beauty of a magic trick is that everything about it seems real, even though you know it’s not possible you’re left with that ‘hmmm’ thought in your mind.

So fake blackmail should have the same qualities as an elaborate mental trick, you should be wondering if the blackmail is as deep as it seems it is and yet not willing to put your toe in the water to find out.

The trick, kind of like hypnosis, is to find the man or woman who is susceptible to being influenced.  I was very saddened in Sydney at a hypnotists show to be asked to leave the stage because I failed to fall into the trance he wanted me to fall into and that’s helped me in my emails in sniffing out the proper slave who would be very susceptible to a form of blackmail submission.  I can’t get everybody, and nor do I wish I could because to set these up takes time and effort and to try to balance too many at a time would ruin the act just as it would ruin the hypnotists act if he left everybody on the stage.

Once I have the guy I want to help with his blackmail fantasy it’s just a matter of patience in setting up the “what the fuck” moment.  That moment, which like coffee takes a good amount of time to percolate, is as priceless as the girl’s reaction in the video you just watched.  Now unlike the video i’m not setting up the feeling of being a ghost, i’m setting up the feeling of panic, pure panic if possible but like what happened in my weekend session i sometimes have to settle for resignation of fate at times.

Here’s the thing, I can’t properly tell you about the fate of the three guys I have trapped within their minds currently because i’m writing what will either be three mini-stories or a small novel about their experience and since none of them have figured their way out of their little life problem just yet I’m still then in the process of writing about it.

I’ll go so far as to tell you that one is in chastity dealing with a key problem.  One is tied like a chicken to what is probably his very messy hotel bed as I’m writing this dealing with a wife problem.  The third … well he’s wishing he had either or both of their problems lol.

That leaves the other kind of Blackmail, the real kind.  The illegal kind.  The kind that you’d get an invisible puppet master to carry out once the puppet has been cut and left lifeless.  It’s amazing, we don’t need a headsman these days, people cut their own heads off with the axe of social media.  And as one person out there reads that he sinks back into his chair wishing he never called me a Thai cunt in so many emails.  It’s ok babe … Friday’s coming … again! … hint hint, wink wink.  haha.

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Wild Tease Ends a Wild Week

Well, it hasn’t been an uneventful week that’s for sure.

From talking guys at an all night dance party into letting me ink my name on their body, to making a girl so mad at a second Kao San Rd. dance club that security had to drag her out of the place screaming, my night life was all fun and games and pretty much normal nights out for me.  It’s the sessions that have been the roller coaster lately, from new urethral sounding sessions that were a first for me to wanting to bash a guys balls in with a nail spiked hammer for wasting my time, my emotions have been up and down.

The two lives are a bit related, i’m thinking if I write about it you’ll see how there is a little bit of this devilish Mistress Pasaya in me in everything I do both inside and outside of my sessions.  You see, ever since I was a really young girl I’ve always gotten a kick out of making boys do things for me that they would never expect they’d do.  Childish things like making a boy in my class kiss my foot and getting me food for free at lunch time, or sending guys to go get things for me, making them carry my bags or books between classes.  It amused me that not only were submissive guys willing to do anything for me but that there were so many of them to play with.

But just as a weigh scale needs an equal opposite weight to balance itself out, I did as well, and even though I flirted with these early bdsm experiences teasing and torturing many many boys from the age of 12 and up, my counter balance was my boyfriend.  Playing with boys minds like that was like reaching out over a boat to touch the fishes but having somebody hold my hand strongly to pull me back in after i was done looking.  My boyfriend was my rock, the one that let me explore who I was becoming by keeping me grounded in reality and wrapped in security.  For eight long years from age 14 to 22 when i left for Australia he was my one true love and I was loyal to him without question.  I had  a lot of fun because my emotions never got too far out of whack, i always knew that I had somebody who was devoted to me and there for me so I felt secure in finding out who I was as I grew older.

Having a man behind me like that, so loyal, so loving, so supportive, makes all of life’s problems that it likes to throw at me much ado about nothing.  If life with him was like being on a freighter boat cutting through stormy ocean waters, life without him after Australia has been like managing the same ocean on a sailboat.

As it is, I sail pretty good on my own.  Why did I leave him after coming back from Sydney?  I guess ocean freighters while being secure only have one destination ahead of them and you know where that boat is going to end up.  I haven’t yet seen the Galapagos Islands but i imagine that there’s a lot of sail boats there and not so many ocean freighters.  Same goes for seeing Alaska, travelling down the coast of Peru, or maneuvering through the Marshall Islands, all these places that I want to see require a sailboat.

Doesn’t have to be a one girl sailboat either, but i need a man who is adventurous as I am.  A guy who has stood on top of Machu Pichu is more likely to get me to choose him than a guy who stands in line at Starbucks more often.

That being said, right now it is a one girl sailboat, and weeks like i just had that run my emotions fully from peak to valley make me think about the safety of that love I once had.

The room that i do my sessions in has over 100 toys of which I’ve used about 90% of, but there has always been the 10% that I’ve never considered using, the urethral sounding tubes being part of that group I’ve never touched, until this week.  What i thought was going to be a 2 hour session of torture and painful insertion actually turned out to be quite sexy and definitely something I want to do again soon.  I’m not saying I want to be a nurse anytime soon, i’m just saying that shoving a foot long tube into a guys dick is a little bit of a thrill.

Just as much of a thrill is getting my name written or even better yet, tattooed on guys bodies.  At the concert I attended last week I got about 10 guys who were hot after me to let me ink my name on their bodies with a Henna non-permanent tattoo, and just off the high of doing that the next day I got an email asking me to be a key holder again for a guy into long term chastity who wanted also to have my name tattooed on his body.  So my gay graphic designer best friend and I sat and designed something I thought would look cool and booked time at a premium tattoo shop.

So it goes without saying that I was really pissed off when he closed his phone and left my sms and emails unanswered on the day of the session.  There isn’t a week that goes by that reinforces my motto that is written on my Line Timeline … Life is Full of Fake People, and this guy just added himself to the list of hopeless men that I’ve come across.  Yesterday I had a guy come to live out his toilet training fantasy and got scared at the last minute while under my ass.  I have mountains more respect for him than the other guy for at least trying.  I’d like to think that guys dick is locked up for a good year but i’d bet his $200 chastity is buried in a drawer under his mother’s smelly underwear.

From that failed session I wanted a release of my frustration so I went dancing again, this time at Kao San Road with my friends who are still into hot young guys so I tagged along for fun.  Hey, there’s nothing wrong with having a hot young guy for a lover, but other than using his dick and hot body for an hour there’s nothing else I need from a guy like that.  Do I need a lover at the moment?  Meh, depends how long it takes the guy I’m into to help me get my Twitter to 1000 followers lol.

So at the club one hot guy keeps checking me out on the dance floor and when his girlfriend caught him she slapped him upside his face Italian style, it was beautiful.  But then she started giving me these nasty looks all the time that started to spoil my mood and when she waddled her fat little body to the washroom I figured it was payback time.  I drifted over to her boyfriend and gave him the ‘come here’ motion with my finger and looked at him over my shoulder shaking the world’s most perfect ass at his face.  I turned, pressed up against him, went up on my toes moving my lips past his neck to his chin and an inch from his lips I turned and pressed my ass into him grabbing him by his hands and I let him dirty dance with me.

I moved his hands to my breasts and gave him my neck making sure to rub my ass right into his swollen cock.  He lost control and began kissing me passionately on my neck just as his girlfriend came plopping back to the dance floor to see her boy totally lost in my body.

This time she hit him.  Hard too, as I stepped out of the way smiling.  Then she turned to me and yelled at me so viciously that everybody around stopped dancing and paused to look.  There was a lull in the music and I used that to say back to her “if he is really your man then why were his hands all over me, maybe look at your rolls of fat for your answer”, and she lost it, she snapped.  When she lunged at me it was like watching a fight movie where a guy gets hit in the face in slow motion, you know … where you see the blubber on the face jiggle back and forth absorbing the impact of the punch?  … ya that was her except it was her stomach that was blobbing back and forth in slow motion.  She was shrieking like a hyena when two security guys came and subdued her and asked her to step outside to get away from me.

The funniest moment however came when her boyfriend didn’t follow her and stood glancing from me to her trying to choose if that was the moment he’d leave her and pursue me as his other option.  I made it easy for him, ‘shoo-shooing’ him with my hand to follow her and going back to my girlfriends for the rest of the night.

Got home at 7am and did a shitty job briefly answering as many emails as I could, then confirming time of the session for later that day and passing out finally on my bed giving my sister the finger as she complained about me making too much noise.  Last thing I saw before I drifted off to sleep was her sniffing her two and three day old panties from the laundry basket that she never empties, thinking how perfect of a mistress she would accidentally be for the guys who want a smelly ass to worship.

My afternoon session, well really let’s call it evening session because I don’t wake up every day until 3 or 4 in the afternoon, and the only reason I started this session at 5pm rather than my usual start time of 6 or 7pm is that he wanted 4 straight hours of tease & denial until he would be brought to tears.

4 hours, fuck.  One thing I have to change in my fees section of this website is to remind you guys that 4 hour sessions more or less refer to “session & dinner” or “session and going out after” and not 4 straight hours of rubbing you dick up and down.  Yes I have over 100 bdsm toys in my condo.  Even so, I run out of ideas at the two hour mark most days if I’m doing the session by myself.  That’s why even though she’s not greatly experienced yet, I highly recommend Mistress Wael in my emails to guys asking for 3 or 4 hour sessions.  Long before she met me she was a Tease & Denial specialist, she just didn’t know it yet before meeting me again.  I wrote about her before in this story,  and her tease & denial intro video is making her popular.

So after waking up at three in the afternoon and spending an extra long time in the shower I met her at Terminal 21 for breakfast.  Yes 4pm is breakfast time for me each day.  We discussed how to handle this guy and his 4 hours and we agreed to keep the session the same as we’ve done before, I begin with my 2 hour version of teasing which is highly seductive and by the time the guy’s face is redder than a radish Wael comes in and gives him her cool-down massage and tease keeping him relaxed and and on edge for the final 2 hours.

This time though, I wanted to be there for the ending mostly because the last guy she said screamed so loudly when he came the walls shook and I can’t have people thinking we’re doing exorcisms in the room.  So a little bit of facesitting at the right moment would at least dampen the noise.  I say dampen instead of drowning out the noise because my pussy is actually very tiny and quite a bit of sound does escape still … but not enough for the neighboring condo to hear 555

What I did that was interesting to me in the session was addressing his request that “everything be clean” and then stating again once in every email “i like ass worship but I don’t like the smell of a dirty ass”

You’re only alive because it’s illegal to kill you. #siblingrivalry pic.twitter.com/whYpBJCHqG

— Mistress Pasaya (@MistressPasaya) May 15, 2015

 

As I said, my sister is one of the most unclean people I have ever met, and I have the unfortunate circumstance in my life that I have to live with her.  Some of you saw my Twitter post that said “you’re only alive because it’s illegal if I kill you” which is directed at her.  When I came home last night the coffee and coffee-mate that she dropped on the floor from the day before was being eaten by a pile of ants.  I mean it’s a good thing she’s toilet trained or we’d have petrified shit for furniture in the house.  However, I did decide to use her filthiness for my benefit by stealing one of her four day worn panties  and i was wearing it in the toe of my shoe when I met Wael for some food before the session.

Now, if I give you my ass to worship, it is entirely up to you whether or not you choose to smell.  Agree?  So we filmed him worshiping my ass in what looks to be a very mild ass worship part of the session.  Mild meaning I usually suffocate you by sitting on your face so you cannot breathe while I play with your dick and only give you time for a breath or two so you don’t pass out on me during the tease.  This time however I was just on my hands and knees doggy style, grabbing him by his hair and pushing his nose into my ass … covered with these panties from hell that was saturated in both her pussy and my foot smell.

I should use this technique to teach guys how to suck a pussy because the guy kissed everywhere on my ass except for the part directly covering my hole.

Like most guys who pray at the alter of ass perfection for too long, he was crazy horny and I had to give one of the most delicate, soft hand teases that I’ve ever had to give to keep the guy from exploding all over himself.

Wael comes into the room after 2 hours hearing him say nothing but “please, please, please” for 100 times in a row.

I didn’t leave though.  Sometimes, not always, but on occasion, I like to stay on the couch here beside the bed and partly play on the computer and partly watch and laugh every time he cries out for mercy and it’s not me doing the teasing.

I love the look of hopelessness in the guys eye as he looks over to me 1 meter away as if I’m going to get up and take care of his misery for him.  Quite the opposite, the worse the look the more I laugh as to me there is nothing better in this world than hearing a man in agony.

This guy, I gotta admit I felt sorry for him a bit, he wasn’t one of the guys writing me literally demanding the amount of orgasms he will get in a Tease & Denial session.  Those guys I fucking torture mercilessly and often let them leave hanging with their balls so blue they can’t hardly walk out the door.  Like, what part of Denial didn’t you get in the word Tease & Denial when you emailed me?

I have 4 guys i’m controlling through email domination that are literally praying for June 1st to come so they can have an orgasm finally.  I’m holding 3 keys until August, September, and December respectively that control those guys next orgasm.  What makes you think you can email me and dictate how many “shots” you get thinking i’ll oblige you?  haha , it’s like sticking your head in a lions mouth asking him to scratch your nose itch.  Wrong!

As the end of the 4th hour drew near, I got up from the computer and got the saran wrap off the desk and proceeded to wrap his mouth and chin with it, leaving only his nose exposed.  I took off my panties … mine, not my sister’s, that would be Wrong! also, and I sat on top of his mouth sliding what Wael calls my pink diamond pussy over his covered mouth with his nose left smelling my ass.

Maybe the walls didn’t shake, that would be going too far.  But the bed sure as hell did.  Violently.

And wouldn’t you know it, the wrap and my pussy managed to stifle all of his scream.  Now we just have to figure out how to get the cum off the ceiling.  haha.  See , it’s the little experiences like that i would never of had if I wasn’t on my own little sailboat.

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Sometimes, You Have to Embrace the Rain

Getting men to beg me, submit to me, and worship me isn’t the problem, the problem is getting them to write about it afterwards.  I’ve been told many times that you guys feel shameful after losing control to me.  Just so, but why deny a feeling that powerful?  Write about it, embrace it, come back and see where it leads you the next time you see me.  At least one guy finally wrote about his session with me …

Minutes, hours. Does it even matter? What matters was the excruciating denial that I was being put through. It was torture, it was painful but somehow it was exquisitely pleasurable. I have no understanding why but what I do know is that I definitely do not want it to end.
It was confusing but I wanted more needed more no matter how torturous it would be. Because the delicious pleasure that I was receiving would always outweigh what my mental and physical state was going through.

I was on all fours on the bed, body shaking, arms and knees trembling at holding this doggy position for gods know how long, but it wasn’t the tiredness that was causing this. No, it wasn’t, it was a girl called Rain. A delicious minx that has me wrapped around her little finger. I have no idea how I became this addicted to her, she has taken my tiny spark of submissiveness that I did not know I even had and blew it into a flame that engulfed me.
I was left in a constant of arousal with no relief and she has taken that and used it to fuel my submissiveness to such a degree that I was losing track of who I was. As she said the previous night, I was being shaped, broken down and moulded into what she wanted me to be. A servant, slave, something to be used for her and her only.

I shuddered again as I felt her finger slide down from the base to the tip of my twitching hard-on. The constant denying of release has cause my straining dick to turn a shade of purple, it felt unbelievably hard and was extremely sensitive. I let out a longing moan, when I felt her finger leaving contact. Oh my god, oh my god don’t stop don’t ahhh.
Her thumb and index had circled around the base and had given a light squeeze, my body jerked and I grunted in pleasure. I was too lost in this pain and this pleasure, I could not tell which was which but I only knew that I did not want it to end. I did not trust myself to say anything as I did not even know if I still had the mental capacity to make sentences much less words. Oh god, she reduced me t-to this animal! I felt like a cow that was in the hands of a very capable milker, in this instance, a very beautiful one.
I gasped again as I felt her fingernail traced the veins that were around my erection, my gaze was focused onto a pair of opened-toe heels in front of me. Given the option, I would have placed my lips on it immediately but I knew better. She would not want me to do that. The view given to me and the sensations I was feeling was just adding on to my lust and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. H-how did it come to this?

If anyone were to walk into the room right now, they would have been introduced to a scene, a scene so ridiculous that they would have to go out, give their eyes a rub and come back in again.
A grown man, on all fours; naked and staring at a pair of heels that was placed right in front of him. Like a dog who had a ball placed in front of it and was told to stay. Locked in position at the edge of the bed, except for the tremors running across his body and the frequent moans and grunts of frustration.
And the other occupant in the room was a girl. A girl that was sitting comfortably in a chair reading a magazine, with hers long legs rested on top the man’s back like a foot-rest. With one hand flicking through the pages and the other nonchalantly placed along the man’s erection.
But no matter how absurd the sight, one thing was clear and that was status of the two occupants in the room. The male? Virtually none. The female was the matter of importance, she was the one in control. It was not the actions she did that made her stand out but the manner she did it in, completely at ease while the male beside her was tense and nervous. The indifference to his suffering, giving his straining member casual strokes not for his pleasure but his torment.
Not giving any attention to him but receiving his full devotion. The problem was not how much she changed him but that she was not done yet. No, she was definitely not done yet. To Rain, it was only just the beginning.

My body bucked again as I felt her fingers and I thought about the first encounter with Rain…

He is completely correct, it’s not the actions it’s the manner in which I control you, play with you, and then discard you.  Or maybe perhaps keep you.  You just don’t know do you?  See, you can’t catch the rain, you just have to embrace it.

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Pasaya vs Roma

Lest you forget, Pasaya means Bitch in Thai.  Just because I love the lighter, sexier, seductive side of BDSM doesn’t mean that I’m soft and gentle to the point where I can not be mean.  I can, it’s just that I prefer to make a man submit by torturing his mind rather than his body.  Some times though guys just do or say something that wakes up the Pasaya side of me and when they do, look out.  In this last case it was the safe word Roma that got me snarling right from the first email …

u can fuck me with a dick big like mine , but after if i resist you can go bigger , I will have the password “roma” just in case that i can not take it and i am really in pain , also if u will give me slap too strong and too many or u will squeeze my nipple too strong i will use the password “roma” if i can…. I’d also like you to look like a sadistic police woman , if u have a uniform i’d like it a lot.

By the time I got to the end of that first email I knew he’d be screaming Roma within minutes.

But hang on for a sec.  Before I start going into my Pasaya side a bit further, i wanna make it clear to you that sweet and sexy persuades a man much much more than being cold and harsh does.

Hi Fon Thanks for your time yesterday. For me to spend time with a girl who is so obviously out of my league was amazing. Your pictures online are great but I don’t think they do you justice, you are definitely more beautiful in person. I think that is why I was a bit shy when I first arrived. I have to say the session wasn’t quite what I thought it would be. For some reason I thought you would be a bit colder or harsher?! But you were so kind and gentle with me but entirely in control and I loved every minute of it and wouldn’t have changed anything? If you’ll have me back I’ll love to see you again next time I am in Bangkok, whenever that might be. Cheers

You see, my “sadistic” police woman uniform has gotten men to submit to me in ways they never thought they would more so when I was Officer Rainy than when I’ve been playing the role of Officer Pasaya.

The key is to be totally in control and that’s something that can’t be taught.

So anyways, Mr. “BigDickLikeMine” comes into the condo and I had to laugh to myself right away once I saw his pony sized dick.  Look, unless you’ve mistakenly held your dick in your hand thinking it’s a 1.5 liter water bottle, don’t talk about your dick being big.  It’s like convincing somebody from Nepal that Mt.Washington is enormous.  Wrong!  I’ve seen dicks that would make a black dude jump back and say “damn”.  Hmmm, i hope that joke holds up because truthfully I haven’t done a session with a black guy yet so I’m kinda hoping there’s nothing out there bigger than 1.5 liters.

Now he told me he wanted me to put him through a punishing exercise routine, like 50 push ups, 50 sit ups, 50 burpees in 3 sets but that being a Muay Thai fighter it’d be hard to break him.  See, he didn’t count on me sitting on his back with his toes clinging to the edge of the bed as i whipped his ass doing his first round of push ups.  “Roma Roma Roma” he cried out after about the 20th push up.

“You know what, I don’t like that word because you chose it yourself … from now on your safe word is ‘ee-dok’.  For those of you who know Thai, keep that joke to yourself lol.  “For another thing, I don’t think you should be counting in English, you should be counting in Thai.” I added and ran through our numbers from 1 to 20 and told him to start again.

“Neung”

“Ok”

“I forget” he says.  “Forget is not a Thai number, start again” i demanded

“ee dok , ee dok, ee dok” he shouts out like a donkey and with his arms shaking trying to hold me up as we start again at 1 on his way to 50 of his first set he gives up.

“That doesn’t mean anything, give me the right pronunciation if you want to stop.” and i whipped his bare ass many times to help jog his memory of our Thai tone he heard me teach him once.  So we’re not even 5 minutes into the 2 hour session and he thinks he’s been broken whereas I haven’t even begun.  Fine, I’ll let him out of his push up routine in exchange for tying him to all four corners of the bed so he’s spread open like a butterfly’s wings.

I turn the computer so he can look over his right shoulder and see the monitor playing the ball kicking video from last week where I Muay Thai kicked the guys balls for 2 hours straight.

“roma … fuck … roma roma roma” he shakes his head at me …. “no way, no way”

“What is roma?  Means nothing to me anymore” i said.

“ee cock , ee fok , ee duck … i dunno … roma roma roma”

That’s the problem with these safe words, they don’t roll off the tongue so easily when it’s not in your language.  “ee what?” i asked.

“Ok i’ll do anything else but that I can’t go that far” he pleads.

“That’s perfect, that’s actually what I was hoping you would say” and it’s true because guys have this fantasy in their minds where they say “i’ll do anything” and in their brain it’s playing out like he’s gonna be forced to do something “horribly sexy and hot”  … it’s gotta be why 90% of the guys in my sessions say that out loud.

So I went to my bucket of toys and pulled out my cat of nine tails black shiny whip.  With my left hand I pulled the skin under his balls down tightly so his very hard cock was standing up like the Leaning Tower of Roma , or Pizza .. wherever, you get my point 555 … and you now know exactly where I was aiming with my many tailed whip.

“ee fuck”

“Like how can you see ee fuck when we haven’t even started yet?  And what is ee fuck is that the new digital fuck like i saw in the movie Her is being called?” I joked with him.

Slap! … I struck his dick sideways so that most of the whip’s tails would hit the shaft of his cock and the rest smack his stomach.  He made that sound you make when you’ve momentarily slipped beyond terrified … like the moment they tell you Jar Jar is once again in the new Star Wars this year.  Ya that sound … the one you just made.  Joking by the way haha.

as if a million hookers suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced.  I fear something terrible has happened

Universally guys don’t like having their dicks slapped, why is that?  I mean pretty much every lover I’ve had has given himself his own permission to slap my pussy or my ass yet when I return the favor it’s all Roma Roma Roma immediately.

So I’ll stop there so you guys don’t start coming to my sessions all hunched over cringing and covering your cock waiting outside my condo.  This was a special case.  The guy is 3 times the size of me, had a laundry list of things i’m to do to him in the session and he had his own safe word.  A guy like that has to be broken down immediately and while the last hour and fifty minutes was sexy and not mean… those minutes didn’t have to be.  Not after Roma went back from being a safe word to a football team again, allowing me to slip from Pasaya to Rainy … and totally in control.

pasaya xx

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