Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Tease & Denial with Massage , 3K Baht

Jr. Mistress Wael will be doing my sessions this week as I am on vacation from Tuesday June 2nd to Friday June 5th inclusive ok.

Here are the massage only sessions you can book with her :

Oil Massage or Thai Massage

1 hour : 1,000 baht

2 hours : 1,500 baht

Tease & Denial Oil Massage

1 hour : 2,000 baht

2 hours : 3,000 baht

Although I don’t feel comfortable yet recommending her for any of the bdsm seduction sessions that I do, at least not by herself , I do know you will be amazed and very happy with either her normal massage or especially her Tease & Denial massage …

So book her if you’re looking for something fun this week, and I’ll be writing and doing sessions again Saturday evening ok

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Rape Session | As Real As It Gets

The rape session began in the hotel lobby which was loud with a drunken group of Japanese tourists waiting at the lift before me.  Too many, too dangerous I thought and then laughed at the irony that the two of us were pretending to be just as dangerous as them.

Junior Mistress Wael had silently said as much walking far behind me to avoid them.  I had counted 10 of them staggering into the lift and holding the door open for me as if to politely invite me to get raped willingly.  We instead waited for the next elevator which arrived and spilled out 5 more Japanese guys making me think that somehow the taxi had dropped me off in little Tokyo.  With all of them being small I got the image of the guy I was going to see to be equally small and easy to overpower.

What was on my mind was just how exactly I was going to rape this guy.

I had not talked to him about it as I had done in my first rape session which had been well planned and scripted in our sms conversations.  He had simply said that he wanted it to feel like a real rape and that I had asked him to talk to me on Skype before the session to say on camera that he was asking to be raped for my legal protection only made him more excited.  In reality, this was not like my Tease & Denial seducing type sessions that I have a lot of experience with.

Most men are full of bravado when it comes to exploring their sexuality, they say they want to push their limits when really what they want is to be touched and held in a delicate but dominant manner and willingly obey every command I give them.  There is nothing “forced” about any of my sessions, I am simply getting in touch with the fantasy that you have suppressed the furthest into your sub-conscious.  But this guy definitely wanted to feel forced, he had said so countless times in his second of only two emails.

It’s very unlike me to have only 2 emails of conversation with a customer before agreeing to meet him.  The average is about 30 back and forth conversations and they sometimes go as high as 1 or 2 hundred before meeting.  I really like to know who is coming to see me and what makes him think the way he does.  That familiarity allows me to be very intimate in my sessions.

But seeing somebody on one very long but very detailed rape fantasy and then promising that I could fulfill his wishes was maybe overstepping what is actually possible.

The door had been left open a crack as I had requested.

We slipped into the room quietly enough, the tv was loudly playing some show … actually it sounded Japanese now that I think about it lol.  However the guy wasn’t short, and didn’t at all look like Mr.Miyagi, he actually looked like Jim Carrey all tall and gangling walking without much coordination, kind of like how my dance partners have been at my Friday night salsa classes this month.

Now, I was there the session that Mistress Jaa used an air gun to shoot at her slave’s balls after she had him strapped to a door inside her condo.  If you remember the photo, one of her shots actually hit the side of his dick, but what I remember was the terror on his face.  She was always good at taking guys out of their safe zone and putting them in situations of such discomfort that they were as real as could be.  So I had brought my friend’s pistol air gun to recapture some of that fear that Jaa had created that day and it worked immediately after removing it from my purse.

His hands shot into the air and the look on his face went from trying to follow my lead to considering jumping off the 30th floor balcony behind him.  I told him to turn around and face the balcony giving the play gun to Mistress Wael as she walked around the bed so that she was in his eye sight and drew his focus of attention.  It helped that she was holding it like Tom Cruise held his gun in the movie Collateral with the same stone look on her face.

Thus, he didn’t even see my Muay Thai kick to his balls coming.  His face hit the rug with his hands awkwardly laying upside down behind him and the thud was loud, louder than the wheezing sound he made as he drooled spit from his mouth.  I tossed Wael the handcuffs in my bag as I strapped his feet together and as he wiggled on the ground we then both attached his hands to his feet with the hogtie strap that i use.

“don’t hurt me” he squeaked out after catching his breath.

“i’m not here to hurt you babe, i’m here to fuck you” i said as I pulled down his pants and underwear to his ankles.

I think only then he started to see that this was just part of the session … and that we were not there to hurt him.  Well maybe a little bit lol.  Because rape is rape … i am not going to take 30 minutes to tease you and make your dick and ass horny for my finger to go inside slowly … and then 2 fingers … and then small dildo just before you cum.  So I put his feet over his head to show his ass and i put on my strap on while Mistress Wael sat on his face to smother him.

I put the Cisco Cooking Fat that i carry in my purse on his ass and in one shot i put all the dildo deep inside his ass because the oil is so slippery.  With my hand and Wael’s hand playing with his dick and balls at the same time I fucked his ass hard and he tried to breath under her pussy and ass … i think it really felt like a rape session for him for the 2 minutes it took him to cum.

We left him wrapped in saran cooking foil , took the 10,000 for the session from his wallet … and the soaps and shampoo from the bathroom too lol … and that was it.

As real as it gets right?  Rape should be rape … it should feel like you are being attacked with no choice to get out.  If it feels like acting out a play then it isn’t rape is it?  I think a rape session is the hardest to act out.  It has to be real , feel real , and that means you have to be scared , terrified almost.  But then it isn’t really fun is it?  At what point does fun stop being important for the session and the fantasy become more important?  It is a really thin line and one I am still trying to find a balance with.  I always want the session to be  as real as it gets … even rape … but sometimes I have to stop and think that it has to have a limit.

It’s not just rape fantasies … yes rape fantasies are hard like that but also castration fantasies … toilet training fantasies … kidnap and blackmail fantasies.  All these can be done so seriously that the fun is only when you think about it after … and not while it is happening to you.  I’m thinking after that session that it’s better to keep things fun and sexy most times and only occasionally do the as real as it gets sessions.  Too many, too dangerous.

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> GFE Tease | A Mistress Girlfriend Experience

A GFE (Girlfriend Experience) is something that I think only exists in Thailand and though very few of the working girls in city are smart enough to call it by name it is in fact what they are offering as a service without them even recognizing it because of their stupidity.  So before explaining to you the question most asked to me in emails, “what is your mgfe session like?” i should first explain just what exactly what the Isaan version has made it to be.

A GFE is a girl that you can take with you 24 hours a day and not only will she clean your place, put toothpaste on your brush, and lay out your washed and ironed clothes for you to wear in the morning, but you can also cum in her mouth, cum in her ass, and cum in her pussy all before noon every day.  Try doing that with your wife 555.  All that for the dollar store prices.

Mistress Wael has a friend, Mai, who is living the Thai dream of being a long term gfe in Solleftea Sweden and being paid 15,000 for the month for the pleasure of living in the middle of nowhere.  Look I’ve never been to Sweden, Solleftea is probably a nice place … in June.  Let’s see in January how much she likes it.  Pretty clever, for 500 baht a day a 55 year old guy can have a 25 year old girl as his maid and sexual servant and be the talk of the town in beautiful downtown Solleftea when he takes her for a walk on the weekends.

“Hey is that your wife?” somebody will ask, “No, she’s my gfe”

How ridiculous.

Hey there’s a market for it so let it be.  For every semi pretty Isaan girl there are 100 foreigners willing to have conversations for the next 20 years about “where you go today?” and answering “no there is no never never land, it doesn’t exist dear” when watching Peter Pan together.  At least the sex is good until she reaches 30, but even then it’s like Logan’s Run where you take her back here, say thank you very much but your palm button has turned red and trade her in for a new 25 year old 5 year lease.

I realized a long long time ago in brain washing camp , you know : school … that things are gonna be the way they are and if I want to be different it’s up to me to change things.  So the fact that gfe exists doesn’t bother me, and so I of course have made up my own version of a gfe , called a mgfe or mistress girlfriend experience and it’s so very different than what is out there right now.  My last weekend session was a good example of what a gfe or mgfe experience is like so let me tell you how i approached his 4 hour gfe session request …

If it works out we can do a GFE session when I return, with dinner. Interested?

That’s the 25th request in the last month for a 3 or 4 hour session and i have turned down all but 2 of them, this guy’s invitation and one other which I will tell you about today.  It’s not about the money, a 4 hour session with me is 12,000 baht, and that I’ve turned down 23 of them means I’ve suggested instead that the less expensive 2 hour session is far better for what the person is suggesting he likes for the session.  It’s about making the person coming to see me fully happy.  Since most have never truly experienced what it’s like to be teased mercilessly they think that they need 4 hours of it to be fully content.  No, most beg for release after the first hour, very few make it to the 1.5 hour mark, and just a precious handful survive the full two hours.  Four hours would be unimaginable for most.

That leaves you wondering what do you have to interested in to get me to agree to a 4 hour session?  The answer is easy, you have to be interested in me and not yourself.

If your email has the word ‘I’ written more times than the word “you” consider rethinking what you have written before sending it to me.

“I want to cum 4 or 5 times” … go to Mango Massage on soi 24

“I want …followed by a list of 20 things to try in 4 hours” … pick 4 and book 2 hours dee kwaa

But if you want to go from 2 hours up to 4 hours , fill out my form like this guy did …

I feel I am successful because I especially follow Dale Carnegie’s 4th principle of life with everyone who contacts me, which is …

4. Become Genuinely Interested In Other People

 

The guy who sent me that email seems to be interested in my happiness , and since i’m already interested in his then yes, I think a 4 hour gfe .. or mgfe session is possible.  My mission in such is to give you an experience so amazing that you can’t get me out of your head for weeks or months and we’re not gonna get that by staying in a condo room for 4 hours, we need to get out in the city and have fun together.

So the guy who wanted to meet me last Sunday, the same guy you see in my ass worship photos, was coming to see me for a second session and since we clicked so well the first time I wanted to take the things he liked … ass worship , light humiliation , tease & denial … and expand greatly from what we did the first time.  So first I got him going with telling him what to wear or not to wear – without giving up where I was taking him or what to expect.

So he can wear anything he wants, nobody’s gonna notice or care … and when I met him at Asoke Skytrain station I made that even more clear by wearing my army short shorts, a sexy tank top and my sunglasses while he showed up in a blazer and dress pants, a perfect mismatch.  “Am I overdressed or are you underdressed” he asked and I replied “I told you already, clothes are irreverent for the dinner”.

“So we can just go naked and nobody would care is that it?”

“If you wanted to go naked then yes, nobody would say anything.”

He had to pick up his pace trying to follow me as I naturally walk very fast and it was amusing listening to the ‘clop clop clop’ noise his dress shoes made trying to half job to keep up with me as we headed back to the place he just left his room from … the Sheraton Grand Sukhumvit Hotel.

“We’re going back to my room?” he asked, now completely puzzled by where I was leading him.  I had told him to book a room specifically at the Sheraton Grand to make his day even more convenient for him as we only had 4 hours and i wanted to make the most out of every single minute during his evening with me.  Sometimes you don’t have to go to a flower garden to seek out roses, you can often find the most beautiful flowers right under your nose if you just take the time to look.  Unfortunately most people go through life trying to get from Point A to Point B without realizing all the amazing places in between.

When I say I’m going to take you for a night out in Bangkok you can rest assured I’m not gonna take you to any of the thousands of temples in the city, that you can do on your own.  Where I take you depends on what I think might suit the evening and in his case since he pestered me about how much he loves to be teased but that his wife can’t or won’t do that for him, I had the perfect place in mind 20 meters below his hotel room

Men are always trying to trade in their FWE , fucking wife experience for the far more sexy MGFE that let’s them wonder what their life would have been like had they met me first.

I think what makes me different than other girls is that I’m always trying to mess with men’s minds and when I see a scene in a movie where the girl has the man wrapped around her finger, i’ll do my best to re-create that exchange in real life.  Ever since I saw Flashdance I’ve tried to imitate the restaurant tease scene but I’m lacking the long legs it takes to be able to slide my foot up your pant leg to your crotch, so I’ve long since found the next best thing that lets me tease guys at dinner …

Dine in the Dark is the sexiest place to have dinner in the city.  After finding my succulent pork chop on my dish i ripped a piece off with my thumb and fingers and pulled his head close to mine and let him suck both the pork and the sauce off until my three fingers were perfectly clean.

“Now feed me” I said , sliding my hand down between his legs and held his stiffening dick through his pants as his spoon found my mouth.  “You know” I said whispering into his ear, “we could fuck quietly here and nobody would even know” and bit his ear lobe.

He went to kiss me and since I was holding his chin my hand found his cheek quite accurately and the slap shook the darkness like thunder shocks you from your sleep at night.  We were sitting in complete darkness, so dark that you cannot even see your finger if you held it an inch from your eye.  But though we couldn’t see each other, I could hear him, specifically his breathing which was heavy with my hand caressing the head of his cock … which was ready to burst through his zipper.

On the second bite I let him find my finger and lick the gravy from the vegetables that came with the totally disguised dish.  Part of the thrill of the evening is not only my teasing him, but both of us having our taste sensors fully awake wondering what food our mouths were tasting.  My dish was a happy mixture of a sour sauce lightly covering my vegetables … asparagus i think, and a rich thick gravy covering my pork or lamb chop , i’m still not sure which it was.  The soft mash potato was especially unique to taste because I think the mouth pulls back from soft mushy food as a natural reaction to the horrible baby slop we had to endure the first year of our lives.

My fingers hit his tongue as I tried to find his mouth a third time and like an amphibian his tongue curled and sucked my finger into his mouth … and then spat it out just as fast.

“oh, bitter, what is that? That’s awful”

“Interesting”

“Why interesting?”

“Umm, because most guys say things like “sweet as honey” when they taste my pussy, but you say bitter, so somebody’s lying.”

“again … come on again let me try again … again please”

“Just eat.”  but he didn’t take another bite for a minute or two, no doubt trying to suck now on the bit of wetness from my pussy that was in his mouth in an effort to change bitter goo to honey.  When his hand went for my leg I let him think he was making progress until he just about hit the honey pot where I lifted it up and guided it back to his lap.  One of the things I’ve never liked about a restaurant is that you traditionally sit across from one another.  This experience gets you up close and personal with your date as you sit side by side, and in total blackness it adds to the sense of touch being so close and feeling the heat from each others body.

“What would you do to taste it for real?” I asked.

“I would do anything” and he stiffened again when he said that to me as my hand had not left the outside of his pants since the beginning of the meal.  “If I locked you in a room and told you that I would face sit you with no panties when we get back to the condo tonight … if you could just get out of the room, would you accept that as your obstacle?

“Ya of course”

“…and if I told you that getting out of the room isn’t that easy, would you still try?” and he replied right away saying “why does this room have a secret exit or something?”

“No not this room, but the room I have in mind is close by.”

Truly it is.  How many of you have wandered around Asoke here in Bangkok and had no idea you were seconds away from two of the most amazing experiences in the city?  No I don’t mean Terminal 21, though that does have my favorite desert place Secret Recipe and the two best cakes in Bangkok : the Chocolate Lava Cake and the Raspberry Cheese Cake and you can find me eating there many times a week.

Some might argue that my pussy is sweeter than any cake at Secret Recipe but that place between my legs is a 10 star restaurant and you have to earn your seat at the table.  All he had to do to earn his seat was get out of a room, how hard could that have been right?

So what i’ll often do is give a guy a chance of a reward on the chance that he simply gets out of the room in time.

If … he has to use a clue, his reward gets severely lessened.

If he has to use two or more clues, he gets the normal session … in this guys case, he would get facesitting with clean panties on.

However, if he cannot escape the room, he must submit himself to whatever I want to do with him without question.

As we inched our way out of the restaurant and back into the eyeball burning sun I reached into my bag and pulled out the dog tail, then the dog ears, followed by the dog leash and collar and finally the dog nose and placed them all in this guys arms to hold and carry.

“For what?” he laughed.

“For you … if you don’t escape the room in time.” and added a few seconds later “woof woof”.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning exactly what it looks like, if you don’t get out of the room within the time allowed you will be walked home as my dog.”

“and if I say no to that?”

“Well then you get the spanking back at the condo with no safe word … your choice.”

With his right hand he did that thing that guys do when they are thinking about making a tough and ultimately stupid decision … they cover their mouth and nose with their hand and squeeze their nose with the first finger and thumb like their trying to remove it from their face.

“Ya ok I agree because i’m sure i’m gonna be tasting your pussy again tonight.”

“Really?” and if you’ve read my stories before you know I say that word often when I hear something I don’t believe or I know is completely false.  What I’m doing is basically playing a kinky adult version of Truth or Dare but where the odds are heavily in my favor to win.

You see, the room that i’m talking to is one of the puzzle rooms offered in the very exciting and fun game called The Escape Hunt which is nearly impossible to escape from with the only pressure on you being the one hour time limit you have to find a way out of the room by solving the mystery inside.  Once I add the pressure of the doggy experience for losing and have not only shown him the dog suit he will have to wear but had him hold the pieces in his arms the extra pressure occupies a space in the sub-conscious.

I’m thinking you don’t have too much experience on getting out of tight places with only being able to use your brain whereas I’ve gone there so often that it’s second nature to me now.  Here, play this much simpler interactive game to see if you can get out of an easier room before agreeing to my humiliation challenge … i give you 5 minutes to solve the video …

See?  Not as easy as you think.  The fact is only 2% of the population can escape the room with no clues, .002% if you are only counting people from my country … *insert stupid thai tv sound effect here* … and no Boston Rob cannot come save you.  I’m one of the .002 by the way, but to be fair I did get my brains in Australia

He actually did really well, for the first 10 minutes.  There are about 3 doors and 3 other locks you have to open with both clues and false clues alike everywhere in each room.  At 15 minutes he said he needed a clue.

“I’ve done it before so if you ask me, i might or might not give you a good clue, but you won’t be punished any further.  If you pick up the phone and ask your Room Supervisor she will help you for sure, but you not only get nothing as I told you earlier but you will also be punished even more if you do not escape after you get the clue.”

He asked me , and since I was in a good dog walking mood yesterday I gave him a useless clue.  At 30 minutes I could clearly see both the excitement from the fun of the game and the frustration on his face growing with each passing minute.  At 40 minutes he walked right past me and picked up the phone looking at me with the devil in his eye.  Our cute Room Supervisor came in and looked at me since I was just sitting there laughing but I pointed to him and said to help my slave because he’s gonna need a lot of help in the next 20 minutes.

At 10 minutes I started to count down the minutes one at a time by saying “Woof” at the end of each minute.

With ‘woof woof’ minutes left to play he picked up the phone again.  The room was a mess with papers, glasses, paints, typewriters, cameras, photos scattered all over the floor and him sitting in the middle trying to figure out how a broken camera somehow had the last clue he needed to get inside the hidden safe he had found.  When the room supervisor told him that he missed a very important clue on the wall in the third room he ran back with a minute left.

‘woof’ I said loudly as he came running back with a key and a box.  He got it open at 50 seconds left and right at 30 seconds left a light bulb went off in his head.  If he had 2 extra minutes he might have had time to solve the room and escape but instead i counted down the last 10 seconds with a ‘woof’ between each one and the time ran out just as he figured out the secret message that he had written on the board 50 minutes before.   His failure was that he didn’t appreciate how clever he was at the beginning, and one of the clues that i am sure everybody who plays that room will miss … he actually got, and he wrote it on the wall.  Too bad.

Drinking tea a few minutes after he was still trying to put together the lost clues and figure out the mystery … as I was holding his dog collar in my hand.

“Please he said looking up … i’ll take the extra punishment in the room instead Mistress” his eyes almost pleading.

“Fine” I said standing up for the ‘loser photo’ yet again, wondering if there is a guy out there who is indeed clever enough to one day stand beside me with the “We Escaped” photo being taken.

His gfe date was about to get very kinky, but not in the way the Isaan gfe dates usually go.  What did that gfe girl above say she offered?  69, cim and anal sex , and that “if you are looking for something a little different and really special for your trip in Bangkok then here she is.”  Well if she was talking about me she got the anal rape part right, just now how she does it i’m quite sure.

cim for me means ‘cane in muscle’ … as in my spanking cane landing hard into your ass muscle.

Since he had used two clues and that he chose not to endure the dog walking treatment he got his facesitting fantasy downgraded to me wearing my Mango jeans on his face and that he didn’t get out as well so his tease was going to be a bit of a punishment and not a fun thing for him this time.

I tied him to the bed , 1 hand but both feet so that he had his left hand free on the bed at my condo.

“You’re going to tease & denial yourself … and i’m going to help you.”

I sat down above his face and let him naturally start to play with himself with his wrong hand, or I assumed it would be his wrong hand since he had used his right hand to write on the board back in the room.  “I’m gonna give you 30 seconds to cum , starting now” and not surprisingly he didn’t really do that good of a job trying to get his dick to orgasm. Not until I tickled him for the next minute while sitting on his face struggling to breathe as he laughed until he cried.  Then when I told him he had 30 seconds to orgasm his second attempt had a bit more effort.  But still, no shower of cum made me have to tickle him again.

“Stop, please stop” he pleaded.

“You want me to stop then cum, or it’s gonna be a long two hours for you.”

He wanted to answer but before he could the tickling started again, this time under his right arm pit where he couldn’t close the space and it was too far from his free left arm to assist him.  The tickling was merciless for the whole minute until I stopped suddenly and started the countdown again from 30.  This time he took a good 10 seconds to catch his breath as I sat up off his face to give him all the air he needed to try to cum.  He couldn’t do it in 20 seconds so we began again.

I reached down to between his legs and tickled with my fingers the insides of his thighs because those too were out of reach of his left hand and neither could he close his legs.

Have you ever been in a bad situation that you have to face no matter how bad it is and how bad the result could be if you do face the problem?  I had that when my dad left, when I saw him walk away for the last time at 9yo and I remember the day the crying finally stopped and I told myself that I have to face what had happened.  It was even harder to tell myself that things were not ‘going to be ok’ than it was to sit there and be sad about it but I did.

That’s a harsh comparison but if you’ve ever been in a tickle torture you’ll know that the feeling of having to face your problem is about the same.  Each passing minute that you have to endure the torture the recovery time gets longer and your strength gets weaker.  It took him all together about 25 minutes to reach the point of convincing himself that he couldn’t be tickled … much … and that he better get serious about cumming for me or like I said it was going to be a long 2 hours.

At 30 minutes he learned the secret of escaping from the tickle torture, only the 10th to do so in all the tickle sessions I’ve done.  About 10, give or take 1 or 2 … the point is that most can’t think after a few minutes and it just becomes a wonderful hell for 2 hours.

He trickle exploded after 35 minutes and exploded isn’t the word I need but I don’t know how to describe the man’s orgasm when the cum just leaks out with no energy.  It kinda appears like magic is the best way to describe it.

“I came, I came look” he said showing me the leakage on his thumb dripping down to his tummy.

“You used 2 clues today right?” I asked back.

“um, yes twice, why?”

“because that’s how many times you’re gonna cum for me now” and I wiped off the remaining cum, put 2 squirts of oil into my hand and viciously rubbed the sensitive top part of his dick back and forth as fast as I could to make him scream into my jeans.  That took 15 minutes, half of which was just me pumping a dead dick until he finally got hard 10 minutes into his second time.  By then his cock was red and he wasn’t enjoying it.  I guess it becomes more like a “get it out of me” type of feeling … the same kind I get when a guy tries not to cum for 1/2 an hour during sex.

But I did give him a choice before he came … “tease and denial for the last 45 minutes or finish you?”

“no more , just finish me” he begged.

Just like I said, most of the guys think they want tease & denial and think they can endure it but cannot.

“How was the gfe in your mind?”

“It was perfect, it wasn’t a session it was the funnest kinkiest gfe date i’ve ever had.” he said.

“That’s because it was an MGFE , and not the typical GFE.”

“Then I’m sold on MGFE forever” he laughed

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Psychological Dominance

As I write this, there is a guy getting more psychological dominance than he bargained for, and it’s because he knowingly was in on a scheme to trick me.  He … well he is getting exactly what he asked for :

I prefer more of a humiliation and psychological dominance, embarrassment, etc.

And she, his Hong Kong mistress is gonna get a taste of her own blackmail so i’m gonna let the psychological dominance that he so desperately wanted continue on for a few more hours, and he can buy a new ticket and fly home whenever we decide to release him.  A bit too extreme?  Ya maybe, but i have one hell of an imagination and when it’s unleashed on someone who betrayed my trust, the consequences are on the outer edge of psychological dominance.

So let’s start off with his fantasy.  He innocently stated that he has a common fantasy, maybe not in the top 3 but definitely in the top 10 of all fantasies asked for which is :

Doable but not easily though.  Bar girls are interested in one thing and one thing only – turnover, and no not pies – how fast she can get you to cum so she can go.  Hanging around and watching me make a guy do something in “disbelief” isn’t her thing and anyways, and saying a hooker stares in disbelief at sex is like saying you stared in disbelief at a fat kid eating a bucket of KFC. ( Now if the KFC had a fried rat instead of chicken … ok maybe i’ll allow you a bit of disbelief on your face. )

Now here’s where I find the psychological dominance is being played on me by his Hong Kong mistress.  I met him at Ploen Chit bts Skytrain station and as I’m on the way I send an sms to him saying I’m 5 mins away to which I get the reply “he is there”.  Either this guy talks about himself in the third person and goes by the name of 2pac , 50 cent, or Prince … then I’ve been talking to somebody else.

Or have I?

You see, imagine a scale perfectly balanced and that would represent 50% of all relationships that are vanilla.  Most of the other 50% who are interested in following their fantasies a bit more are looking for a scale that is slightly off balance to one side or the other and those are the types who come to see me.  Beyond that there’s about 10% of the population left, of which 8% are looking for the “s&m” part of bdsm where they really enjoy enduring pain.

Leaving us with the last 2% who are desperately looking for the scale that is completely unbalanced to the side furthest away from them.  Unattainable.  Their fantasies are so strange and so bizarre that there is almost nobody in the world who is far enough on the other side of that fantasy to give them what they want.

My first example of this was in a session with one of Mistress Jaa’s German customers a few years back when I had just met her.  The guy was nice enough, he brought me coffee and chocolate and brought Jaa some spanking toys as he was very very much into heavy spanking , especially face slapping.  She often made me summarize super long emails that went on for pages about what every corner of the guys mind is hiding and desiring and this guy was even too much for me to read.  On and on he went in how to face slap, the proper form, correct tempo of the slaps, the upsetting of the rhythm, how to be unpredictable in which side to slap, and an essay on the difference between slaps with leather gloves, skin and latex.

But as much as he wrote about his face slapping knowledge, he wrote even more about how dangerous it was for him to come see me and Jaa for if his Cambodian village Mistress found out he had betrayed her that his life would be over.  She would blackmail him to the point that he would have no choice but to live his life in her shack serving her forever because she would be chaining him to the pipes.  He would beg over and over to not reveal his real identity for fear that she would find out.

In Thai we say “guanteen” when reading something like that … or “wurrr” both of which suggest “way too fucking much” … or the total tipping of the scale to the far side.  The session went off fine, he was completely normal and even maybe over polite if I had to fault him with something and not once did he talk about his Cambodian girl.  In fact, he was heading back to Germany a few days after the session and agreed to meet us the next day which was a Sunday saying he may even come back for a Monday session as well before flying on the Tuesday.

We didn’t hear from him until Wednesday when she got an email that said something like “this is the last email i’ll ever be able to write , as I feared she has found me out and has kidnapped me and taken me back to her country.  She has all my id, my money and most importantly my address and wife’s phone number which she will use to destroy my marriage if I don’t obey her.”

You know, the obvious thing I wanted to say back to him was “wouldn’t never going home again put a strain on your relationship with your wife anyways?” … but it was her email and her guy to do with as she wanted so I didn’t bother saying anything.

What I learned though is that guys will go so far to realize a fantasy that is so hard to get that they will fully imagine it and try to play it out exactly how they see it in the brain.

That’s what the guy I was meeting last week was up to i was sure of it, right from how he acted all in a panic when I met him.  He started by telling me that he had been forced to meet me at the station by his Hong Kong mistress and that she had forbid him to have sex for many years but she wanted to tease him by making him get a whore and then have me not allow him to have sex with her.

He was to do anything I asked of him but to please please please not let him have sex with the prostitute or his Mistress in HK would punish him so much that his life would be in danger.

Fuck .. guanteen … wuur.

Look i’m nice, 99% of my sessions are very sexy seductive teases where I get you to go out of your mind with desire and then use that playfully against you.  It’s the 1% you have to be careful about and the only people who get to see that 1% are the people who betray me and the people who play games with me.  Right Bruce?  Don’t worry babe, only 1002 days left until you can see her again.

“Those girls won’t stay, they’re professional the ones at Nana , we have to go further away” I said to him totally aware that I was sounding like the girls in the movie Hostel, but hey my whole idea was Hostel’ish so it had to be said.

In the taxi I called Mistress Wael and made arrangements with her in Thai.

Mistress Wael is a Chiang Rai girl, poorest of the poor and until I met her was trying to live on 500 baht a day as a cook and had a second job doing massage on her day off to make enough money to survive the month.  She’s still my Jr.Mistress in training but think that when you pay her 4,000 for the amazing session she does that she once had to work all week 12 hours a day for the same amount.

So when she made 12,000 baht a month and had to send 5,000 of that back to family it left her with 7,000 to survive on, and so her place that she lived was 1,000 a month.  You can close your eyes and think what kind of hole of a place you get for only 1k a month and then think in what kind of dark dingy soi that place must be.  She lives at my condo now, but that creepy scary place that is no bigger than a normal bathroom in your country she still keeps.  I think she still thinks you guys are lying to her when you say her sessions are great and she’ll wake up and have to go back to living in a place like that.  I wouldn’t let that happen even if it did, but it won’t, she’s great and getting better and sexier every month as she finds her true self.

Anyways, the point is , her spooky place was available, and it was time to do some psychological dominance of my own.

If you don’t already know, i’m a horror geek.  I stay up all night every night watching any horror movie I can get at the market mostly because I’m lonely and by myself all the time and partly because it lets me escape my sister who sleeps in her mountain of filth on the other side of the room.  It takes a lot to scare me since I’ve seen so many movies and the only ones that do scare the hell out of me are the ones where I don’t see whatever is bad in the movie because they don’t show it.

Like somebody told me “IT” is the scariest movie they ever saw and I just had to see it.  Well, if that movie was scary, either he saw it when he was … oh … 5 and hasn’t seen it since, or … that’s the only movie he’s ever seen.  It’s not scary.  Why?  Because I see the clown.  It’s a fu**ing clown.  Now the guy who told me to see IT was British and I think all Brit’s (especially one i know) have a pussy between their legs be they male or female, cuz clowns scare everyone in England it seems.

The less you see, the less you are told what’s going on, the more scary the situation is , whether it’s a movie or it’s a guy being driven to a broken down building on a side soi off of a side soi at 10pm at night.  Get my point?

I didn’t think he’d come up to the room, but I hadn’t told Wael what was in my mind and she was smiling and polite so it fooled him enough to make him follow us inside.

The security at her place was a drunk guy slouched over his 2 foot high white plastic chair and 20 bottles of Chang beer at his feet which we walked past without disturbing him from his sleep and not even the thick grey door that moaned when I slid it open after Wael unlocked it woke the security guy.   The hallway was lit with small fluorescent lights that were far apart enough that we were walking from dim light to darkness and back again as we walked down the cracked walled hallway to the stairs.  The walk up to the fourth floor got more and more narrow at the top and we had to duck to not hit our heads on the concrete of the next flight of stairs.

His intuition finally kicked in when Wael opened the door to her little rectangular room that would fit 6 bathtubs side by side and end to end at most.  He only stuck his head in and didn’t want to proceed at all.

Fine.  We left him there and I had to pull Wael’s hand to do so because she felt sad I think that he didn’t want to go into the place she called home for the past year.  So standing outside the room, what were his options?  To walk back to the main road.  Ya he could have, 10 minute walk would get him to Sukhumvit and the BTS , i don’t think he wanted to make that walk alone though.  He was scared, the psychological dominance he and his chick had over me was now my psychological dominance over him i’d say at that moment.

“Go shower” I told him and Wael opened the door to the box sized room with our Thai toilet and the brown bucket she used to scoop water onto herself when she once showered there.

“In there?” he asked.

“Ya why, it’s Thai, I showered like that since I was a baby, welcome to how 90% of us live.”

He stripped slowly looking for a place to hang his clothes and ended up giving them to me to fold.   We closed the door and let him do what we asked him to do … while we quietly left the room and went down to the street again.  At the end of the soi there’s a small shack that sells things and was still open so we went there so I could tell Wael what was going on.

It’s about perspective.  To a 5 year old Mickey Mouse is a 10 foot rat.  I explained to Wael that he will either leave the room pissed off and mad , which is fine.  Or, he’s shit scared and won’t be coming out until morning.

“If he calls a taxi?” she asked and I said “not without this he won’t” showing her the mobile phone I borrowed from his pants as I had folded them.

Twenty minutes and two green tea’s later he still hadn’t left the condo.  I think it was beyond psychological dominance now, I’m sure he was up there thinking he was in a Thai sequel of the Hostel movies.  We waited another 10 and went back to finish the game I was playing.

When we got to the 4th floor again he was sitting on the steps outside the room with his purple striped shirt unbuttoned and smoking what looked like his second cigarette since at his foot was the butt of his first.

“My phone” he said holding out his hand.

“Admit to me first that there is no Hong Kong mistress.”

“Yes there’s no HK mistress is that what you want to hear , give me my phone.”

“Why, don’t you want me to make you do all kinds of things to Mistress Wael so she can stare in disbelief?” I laughed getting the words out.

He didn’t answer, he just took the phone I was holding out in my palm and hurried down the stairs to leave the building.

No harm done.  Wael learned a bit more about psychological dominance and how to play with a guys mind, I learned … hmm … maybe to just keep heading for home if something smells fishy, and he learned … nothing.

Why nothing?

Because the next day I got an email from his Hong Kong Mistress apologizing and saying how i’m just a professional mistress and that I wouldn’t be able to understand the psychological dominance that she was performing on him since i’m only in it for the money.  As punishment for allowing me to do that to him she …

Interestingly, the email was sent from Bangkok.

For us who live on either side of the slightly unbalanced scale, Bangkok is in Thailand, but for those living on the lopsided scale I guess it’s possible to convince oneself that we’re actually from Hong Kong.  haha

pasaya xx

There are other psychological dominance type of sessions that I wrote about, feel free to find them  Using psychological dominance is a whole lot more fun than extracting dominance from giving physical pain.  Try it

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Cinderella : Witty, Charming and Fat

Cinderella clothes arrived yesterday, big enough for The Hulk.  The good news is I can use it for a tent when camping because it can fit 2 people.

It’s for a sissy session next month where I will be taking the guy to a special salon to get hair extensions put in , have a make over done , get his nails manicured , and afterwards he will slip into Cinderella’s ballroom gown and walk down Sukhumvit Rd. with me after on the way to the condo where he’ll be doing all the things you never thought Cinderella would ever do.

Don’t worry if you miss it, i’m sure i’ll be on every tv station and viral on YouTube the day after.

So I’m still waiting for anything from Amazon to arrive.  I have a teddy bear on my wish list, that’s cheap.

And a flight attendant suit … and a teacher’s outfit that I would really like both are inexpensive.

Or is there one tiny dick guy who loves my ass enough to buy me what I really want …

I’m giving away pussy pic for free to anybody who gets me something.

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Alone is Different Than Being Lonely

I have to give a bark of bitter laughter at my birthday coming on Monday.

friends, i had so many friends in Sydney

As I peer through my window at the empty streets and then look across the room laying just beyond my leg is my sister who though she is that close might as well be a continent away.  Until today we had not spoken since January.

“You can talk to me if you have problems” she said, in Thai to me.  “Sure let’s talk about the Sphinx water erosion hypothesis” I answered back and when her only comeback was “you’re so weird” I closed my monitor and asked her about a piece of information from a guys email I had just read to ask “Is Marrakesh a country or a city?”

“country”

“really?” I questioned her, “oh so where is the country of Marrakesh then? … just name the continent it’s fine”

“it’s an island somewhere what does it matter i don’t need to go there”

oh but you do, you really do sis

Perhaps she has clairvoyance and knows that Morocco somehow drifts away from Africa one day and declares themselves to be a sovereign nation floating in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.

wait a minute, does she even know what an ocean is

“You’re right, fuck, how did you know that Marrakesh is on the ocean side of Thailand … uhm which ocean is that?  See you don’t know.”  Egging on her barely 5 year old brain stuck inside her 25 year old body by taunting her gives me great pleasure.

“Atlantic?” she answered like she was trying to recall an absolute fact that had momentarily slipped to the back of her memory.

“No, Indian Ocean”

“There is no Indian Ocean”

“I will inform India of this grave news at once.” but the sarcasm went so far over her head my comment might as well been a satellite.

“ไม่ต้องการเลย” she says … it’s like “it’s not necessary to know such things” which reminded me of a Google comment I saw from one of my people reacting to this video …

It’s fine, the fact that he doesn’t see why it’s worth knowing is the reason he is making $400 usd a month and is one of the 67 million clones.

But his comment is an example of how hard it is to have friends here once you’ve self taught yourself and have refused to conform.  I was told to “sit down and stop spreading lies” the day that I said Hitler shouldn’t be included in a list of 10 World Heroes to name in a test.  To which I threw a chair through the school window and declared myself the 11th hero.

I’m not even a rebel.  I’m just reasonable.  I question bullshit.

Ok i’m a bit of a rebel , I did burn all my sisters clothes as a kid, but hey she deserved it for tearing up my homework.  Excessive?  lol

That’s not the point, the point i’m getting at is that it’s hard to find intelligent life inside the dotted lines on a map that declares these trees to be ours.

o to be a tree … much simpler

My birthday is on Monday and it’s gonna be the 5th consecutive birthday I’ve spent alone, which is no different than all my other days and nights, its just that this particular day comes with a bit more of a sting.  It’s because my best birthday ever was celebrated in Sydney with 100 of my friends and was an all day all night thing where I felt … well, loved.  I’ve never felt loved, I’ve only felt used.  Be it by my dad who left at 9 and used the word love as a salesman would use the word ‘deal’.  Or my last boyfriend who made me a second choice to a 21 year old Isaan girl who spread her legs where I didn’t.

someone who loves me will show up later ; I always tell myself that.

My birthday hasn’t even arrived yet and already it’s been stained with the stink of betrayal by someone I trusted.  That’s fine.  Maybe that’s why i absolutely have to rub my feet together constantly before I fall asleep, because I need to reassure myself that I am the only person I can really trust in this world.

On the one hand i’m surrounded by pod creatures, and on the other hand I’m courted by liars and thieves.

I twist my face in fury at those who lie and act as my friend as you pull the knife from my back.  Words are wind.  Get out.  Evil people are as relentless and implacable as a glacier.

This birthday may be devoid of gifts, but it’s rich in accomplishment.

I’ve been cutting all the people who act as dead wood in my life and have been slowly replacing them with positive influences.  I don’t even need a full hand to count the number of people I trust in my life, but that’s enough.  Being alone is different than being lonely, and even if days like today exist where I feel a bit lonely, its worth the price to pay.

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Gift Your Goddess , It’s My Birthday

Today is my birthday, I made it to 28 and I need to say how thankful I am for that as one of my younger former co-workers did not share such similar fortune and succumbed to cancer a few months ago.  Whatever it is that you haven’t done yet, go do it with haste because we don’t know when that final moment will come.

I am your Goddess.  To some I am Goddess Rainy, the sweet princess that either seduced you already or the one you have dreamed endlessly about having me be your seductress.  For others I am Goddess Pasaya, the one who took you by your hair and buried your face in my ass while telling you to proclaim how much you loved me as I spanked your dick with my bamboo cane.

I’ve pleasured you all and now your day to pleasure me has arrived.  I’m sure that I’ve made it quite clear to those courting me that your words of kindness will get you only so far.  Prove that you are men of action and that lies do not become you.

 
 Paypal tribute’s are welcomed and can be sent to me at : mistress.pasaya@gmail.com

 
 Giftrocket tribute’s can be sent to me by credit card which I will redeem with Paypal.  My tribute address is mistress.pasaya@gmail.com

 
 My Amazon wish list has both gifts that I desire as well as email cash gift cards which can be sent to mistress.pasaya@gmail.com

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Eating Shit |… Off the Menu

“I want to eat your shit Mistress”

To which I say, “I really don’t care what you want” and if you cannot understand the esoteric subtleties of why that is perhaps you belong where you are , curled up on your bed with one hand on your dick and your other hand on your mouse clicking from one Brazilian scat porn clip to another.

Being under my ass is a privilege not a right, one that is earned slowly over time and is granted to you only after I have made you become so far in love with me that you have proven to do anything that I ask of you except the greatest show of devotion.  We may be laying on the bed with your head on my lap as my fingers run down around your hair to momentarily caress your chin before sliding up to your lips and as I press a grape into your mouth that you delightfully chew I lean over you and ask you “what else would you be willing to take into your mouth for me?”

Oh I would do anything for love , but I won’t do that , no I won’t do that

It comes at a point where sessions are not called sessions anymore, they are simply visits to the girl you cannot live without and one of those times the option will be given to you to walk out that door or show that you really would do anything to experience your Rainy.  Or maybe that moment will never come.  It’s not a decision that I make it’s a feeling that I act upon, a feeling inspired by chemistry between the submissive man in my lap and myself.

Let me tell you what it is not however, for it is not something that you write me like you are ordering steak from a menu.  Consider it an off the menu item in an exclusive restaurant that you need frequent often in order to be shown the vip room where items like that would be considered being served.

I’ve spent the better part of the afternoon explaining that over and over to the masses of people emailing me about that very same menu item.  In fact, I’ve answered that request so often the past few days that in my dreams last night I had opened a restaurant where people stood outside a massively large green door that when opened revealed only one table , a tiny one where you would lay down and rest your head upon only to look up at the distant ceiling and my much closer ass above your open mouth.  Somehow in that dream my ass was dispensing poo like it was spewing out Dairy Queen soft ice cream yet somehow it was infinitely more delicious.

You see I don’t look at this as a job I look at it as an experience, one that must pleasure me as much as it pleasures you.  Your submissiveness brought you to me just as much as my natural dominant personality brought me to you , it should be a mutually beneficial experience.  Yes it should be an experience, not a list of items you tick off like you’re shopping at the supermarket.  Think to yourself, what are you bringing to the table?  Why should I even agree to see you in the first place?  If you mention your desire in passing like “i wouldn’t say no to more forceful ways to show my devotion to you” you are more likely to get me to note that in my calendar about you, whereas saying something blunt as if your family genealogy never evolved past caveman status :

… will get you an answer like that from me.  Submission is like falling into quicksand, you sink slowly into it.  Each request in a session is like one grain of sand covering you, almost unnoticeable until you are covered by me, tasting me, smelling me, desiring me … and it’s that sand covered thing that you’ve become that will submit to me in a “more forceful way” without any force at all really, nothing but the words “slide under my ass for me baby” are all that I need.

How many get to hear those words?  Few if any.  The closest any of you ever got to understanding Chemistry was from watching Breaking Bad.  Maybe it was their body odor, the dirt in their fingernails, their bad breath, or the way they converse that did them in, but most work their way into my ‘meh’ list after the first session.  You see,  most guys are looking for sessions, i’m looking for someone I choose to go on a submissive experience with.  It’s a big difference.

So yes, a 2 hour session with anything that involves my poo is indeed 10,000 baht.  The question is, what are you willing to do to be the 1% of guys who actually get the honor of paying that to me?  Are you the next Bud Fox?

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Do You know Your Mistress’s Smell?

“You have a unique smell to you Mistress” he said as he cleared his throat, his voice as scratchy as a pair of wool socks.  I wanted to heave my plastic bottle of green tea at his head for saying that but instead I just glared until he took the hint.  “I only meant having seen you this many times that even as a blind man I could know if you had walked into a room just by your Mistress smell” he continued all the while looking at me with a daring eye.

“So I have a Mistress smell , do we all have such a smell that attracts submissive men like I am to a man as catnip is to a cat?”

“No I’m saying you have a pleasant distinct smell about you, one that I have memorized” he said so cockily that I took it as a dare and replied with my customary “really?” while probably raising my eyebrow as well as I tend to do when I feel a challenge.  “Would you bet your ass on that?” I playfully suggested back to him wondering if this was just braggadocio of a man smitten by my beauty?  If so, I sensed something more than a session growing in that damn imaginative place that lives in the back of my mind.

He gave a bark of bitter laughter.  “Yes, would you bet yours?  I doubt it.”

Which brings us to last evening’s events.   I’d be remiss if I warped what happened into my favor, you see sometimes the imagination does not and can not account for human stupidity.  Mistress Wael did her part properly, her job was to bring 2 of her friends to the hotel room, simple enough.  With his hands tied behind his back he had a one in four chance of being able to tell which one was me by being able to smell only.  My instructions to them were clear too , just stand there silently and let him sniff you.  When he chooses incorrectly us girls will all exit the room together leaving him blindfolded and gagged but not alone.  He’d be fulfilling his end of the bet by offering his ass to the only one allowed to stay since she was technically not a girl, my Ladyboy friend Amy and her 8 inch hard and thick cock.

Fucking easy job right?  Stand there, let a guy sniff you for 1 minute , don’t say a word, take the 500 baht I’m paying each and leave.

Except lackwit girl number one says “oh darling” as he sniffs her.  Not surprisingly either as this is the same one that couldn’t understand how to press the record button properly on my phone filming a video last month.  She’s got brains this one , she just spent the last four weeks in Solleftea Sweden eating a different kind of Swedish Meatballs than IKEA serves.  I hope she liked the gravy.

Darwin award candidate number two for no reason touches him, and my boy is clever so now we’re down to me and Wael with a good chance that it’s me who’s gonna be anal probed in a minute and not him.

His nose rose like a shark’s fin from his handsome face.  A few sniffs of Mistress Wael first and then suddenly he was playing bloodhound with me.

That close.  I was that close to having to pay my side of the deal.

Luckily as with most guys, he could not resist only sniffing his Pasayan treasure, he had to lift his leg to touch me.

Ah the serendipity of temptation.

pasaya xx

it was exhausting writing this.  I was made to write it three times.  Next story i’m just gonna write from my mouth.

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> The Dungeon of Your Mind

Hey what’s up?  It’s Monday, the end of the week is 17 sessions and a light year away.  It’s not doing the sessions that eats the time, it’s cutting 8 to 10 of those sessions and picking the ones I think will be offer the most enjoyment for both me and the person coming to see me.

If I was in this for the money i’d see only the 10 guys asking me to shit in their mouths, finish all those sessions in less than an hour and deposit 100,000 in my bank.  I can guarantee you that if I did that I’d be leaving this job before December.  I really try instead to focus on enjoying what I do and to choose only the people who i think will help me enjoy sessions.

I tried to say that in 2 other stories but i don’t think i’ve said it right yet. I’m tired of the “i want this and this and this and this and this and i want 4 hours” type of emails. I answer that kind of email politely still but i am not interested to book a session at all.  If next Sunday comes and I learned to be a better Mistress or learned to read a man more by choose my sessions carefully then my life is better.

Is this session gonna help me be a better mistress? …

This guy is in more dire need of a prostitute than any white man in history.  So i’m down to 16, that one was easy.

I guess the biggest benefit of being popular is being able to look for and choose the men that intrigue me.  So?  Intrigue me !!!

I hold the key to the dungeon of your mind.  Make me want to walk the steps to your door instead of the steps of the 16 others.

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Once Bitten , Twice Shy

The Thing , I am Legend , Wall E , Castaway , Alien ; all movies that get to me because they are about the topic that haunts me daily , isolation.  Those movie titles crept into my head today while I sat alone in an Imax theater so big yet so empty that I might as well have been a log floating in an ocean.

As the screen came to life with the words “see a movie or be part of one” I pondered the thought that I am part of one already, I’m the star of my own isolation movie.  Who would bother watching it, the plot is so thin.

The camera pulls back, revealing an empty coliseum of a theater, save the one lonely girl sitting in Row B, Seat 13.  Continue pulling back to reveal the theater is being watched on a tv, the screen set to MUTE.

A thought of vandalism enters her mind.  She takes out a pen and roughly scratches out two words on the seat in front of her.  MEN and directly under it FUCK.

The movie has begun.  She stares blankly.

Cutaway to a typewriter sitting on a desk in an empty room.  The page in it is blank.

Zoom into and through said paper.

She is inside the same room.  It is calm. Rain patters the lone window.  The typewriter spills to the floor and the table slides to the far wall as the room begins to spin.  She walks opposite the rotation.

The walls fall away and she is back in her seat in the theater.  A man stands before her in the aisle.  She recognizes him.

7/28 = 1/4

A quarter of her life she had spent with the man, standing silently before her.

She whispers his name and then follows with only one word more.  SORRY she says.

He doesn’t respond.  He just stares at her.  Then suddenly …

She falls to her knees.

I FORGIVE YOU she hears the words but the man’s mouth did not move.

Turning away to gather herself she wipes a tear from her eye.  She is so happy, but when she turns back he is gone.

On the IMAX screen we see another old boyfriend of hers who had his hands severed at the wrist , two birds hover, one on each side where fingers would have been.

The screen fades to black but her eyes see red.

She winces as if a shard was being ever so slowly sunken into her tear duct.

Sinking into the chair, a smile curling her once pursed lips, she lifts her legs and places them on the chair in front, then playfully rubs her feet together.

For no apparent reason, she looks up.

A man floats down to sit in the seat beside her.  He watches her as she sits talking to herself.  She pays him no mind.

WHY?  he asks, pointing at invisible words as if her mumbles were fingernails scraping on a blackboard to him.

“Only myself understands me and never lies to me.” she answers.

MUMBLES of approval come from the speakers.

“I won’t lie.” he promises.

She looks around to see if anyone is watching, then gives him a kiss on the cheek.

The silent applause from empty seats is deafening.

He takes out a handkerchief and dabs at the blood on her cheek.  “You’re bleeding” he says.

“You should go” she replies, pointing to a scar across her eye that magnifies her exquisite beauty.

The man walks away to the threshold of the theater’s door, pausing as if to take in the meaning of the words, then leaves.

The doors close slowly but menacingly behind.

“Once bitten, twice shy” she says to no one in particular.

Then she realizes once again just how alone she is.

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Natural Domination

Handling a submissive man should come naturally, as in it’s not something I think about doing , rather it’s just something I do when the time and place is right and I don’t give it much thought.  The man is simply required to do as I ask, when I ask, without question.  There’s really little regard for the slave’s wishes, desires or reservations … he simply ‘does’.

The thrill of it for the slave is that the “doing” may be called upon by me at any time or any place.  In fact, we could be out for hours and acting in a very normal manner, the way most dates in the world go about happening.  Then after a bit of shopping, a bit of dinner you’ll suddenly get a taste of what it’s like to be out with a mistress and not a normal girlfriend.  You’ll be walking with me towards the BTS Sky Train station when I flick my wrist at you to push you off towards the cashier to buy me a card.  You don’t get thanked for doing so, it’s your responsibility to make me happy.

We disembark at Saphan Taksin station to see a night market with an enormous Ferris Wheel overlooking the river.  You’ll decide that it makes me happy to share a ride on the Ferris Wheel, but I’ve already decided that it’ll make me happier to make you worship me on the Ferris Wheel for as soon as we’re on I push you to your knees as I sink back into the window and make you lick and suck my dank sweaty feet for 10 minutes.

Yes we’re hovering 200 feet over the river and it’s a spectacular view but for you what view could be more spectacular than the dirty soles of my feet that I’m pushing into your face.  I look up and to my right at the people gawking at you from the car above us and give them a smile as I pet your head with my fingernails.  Hell I might even pull up my dress and let you kiss my ass to give them a good show.

What am I thinking while you have your nose buried in my stinky ass 200 feet above the ground?  Am I thinking how much you’re enjoying the opportunity to do so?  No not by a long shot.  I’m getting off on the fact that I’ve become the horrific center of attention for the two gay guys in the car below us and the three prissy girls in the car above us.  “That’s not how us girls are supposed to behave” … I can read it in their faces, their eyes are iron.  Hahaha.  Love it.

I’m also thinking, “that’s as close to my pussy as this guy’s ever gonna get” , and that’s for holding a very expensive wallet gift out between his finger and his thumb like it was a dead fish a few days before, a mistake that would take a year of punishment to atone for, but it’s an atonement I’ll never allow him to have.

Here’s another example.  We recently went out on a double date, Mistress Wael with her beaux and me with mine.  My guy was 20 years old, the youngest date I’ve ever had for a mgfe session while her date was 55 , the oldest she’s had for a mgfe. Age matters not.  Only obedience.  It happened that both showed up early, one 15 minutes too soon and my guy who was a whole hour premature in his arrival.

For that you pay the price of disobedience.  The time I give you in the session to show up is not a suggestion.

So I put him to work.  There’s a lot more going on in this video of the preparations for that date than appears, can you figure out what task he was given, my guy.

Most girls would say “have a seat” to a guest arriving early if he is to be made to wait.  I prefer “be a seat” as I rather like men to be furniture rather than sitting on one.  Other than ‘accidentally’ hitting his balls on the escalator a few hours later, that was the only physical action I did with him as his mistress, the rest was all mental.  Hey, after shopping at my favorite store H&M he didn’t offer to hold the bag of clothes, nor did he offer to pay.  So he crawled off the bottom of the lift while 50 people stopped and watched, he got the point of the message after that.  It’s good to get these little life lessons at 20 years old haha.

I wouldn’t think of making a 20 year old kid from India barely out of High School pay for anything , but he got punished for his action, or lack of it.  Just as the wallet fish guy got punished, and probably the guy tomorrow will get punished.  It’s all little bits of training that I serve naturally.

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Mistress Pasaya |”Je ne sais quoi”

My t-shirts should all say “Warning, BDSM Mistress, handle with care.”

The stereotype of Thai girls is that we’re all easy to get into bed, just hint that you have money behind some decent looks and an hour later you’ll be balls deep inside one of us back in your hotel room.   For the most part that’s true, 90% of every girl you see here has a hidden price tag and can be bought from the bargain basement price that a hot restaurant waitress would go for up to the very expensive price you’d pay to take a car show model home with you.  The other 10% are hi-so girls and would rather be found dead than be seen with a foreigner.

Then there’s me, the .0001% of Thai girls that you can’t buy, and no sweet words carry enough magic to make me open my legs.   To get me it actually takes wit, intelligence and a certain ‘je ne sais quoi’ that makes you desireable.  It’s thrilling to meet a man like that.  A little bit handsome, well dressed, nice fragrance and the rare ability to think with the brain on his shoulders and not the one between his legs.  The problem is that i’m swimming upriver trying to find a man like that given the stereotype of Thai girls.

As such, I have to always assume that the guy is scumbag looking for a quick fuck, masking his personality behind some sweet words and a quick lunch that would impress the mindless moronic masses of women here, but not me.

The other day I found myself at Terminal 21 once again for a mid afternoon lunch and being quite aware of what’s going on around me, I noticed that a guy had quickly made his way up the very long escalator ride to the third floor but had stopped just behind me unwilling to pass further.  He followed me up to the fourth floor as well and it was there that he placed his hand on my shoulder to introduce himself to me.

A french man, young, 30’ish, with a handsome face and a charming smile was begging me to have lunch with him.  I admire men who have the courage to introduce themselves to me out of the blue and I gave him the chance to dine with me.

The vast majority of men, I find to be very attractive, until of course they speak.  Most men last 15 minutes with me before their mouth seals their fate with me.  It took him a bit longer to fuck up because we were talking in our second language and his vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.  So was mine.   I was straining to understand his accent.

Mistress Pasaya :  What would happen if I told you I want to slap your face right here?

You can follow along , the video matches the dialogue below, I recorded him as we sat and ate so you could see for yourself how most of these conversations go when a suave foreigner runs head first into a Thai Mistress not having the slightest clue who he’s dealing with lol…

Mistress Pasaya : Why do you want me?

Everything you speak, I love it.  The voice for me is marvelous.

Mistress Pasaya :  And why do you follow me from the escalator?

You don’t understand why I am following?

Mistress Pasaya :  No

(correctement?) When I see somebody , i have to get close, because I see what I desire.  And you why do you look me so bad?  (I thought he said ‘i love when you look at me so bad’)

Mistress Pasaya :  So you love when I look at you so bad?

Oh la la la , very excited.

Mistress Pasaya :  You get excited by that?

Yes the more difficult it is the more I love it.

Mistress Pasaya :  So the more difficult it is the more you love it, so how about if I kick you?

I love this.

Mistress Pasaya :  You sure you love it?

Not kick.  Not violent.  Strong.  Strong, only this.  Not violent, because if you not violent to me i’m not violent to you.

Mistress Pasaya :  You say you’re gonna take care of me , what do you mean? (It was the first thing he had said at the escalator, ‘let me take care of you, anything you want’)

What does it mean take care?  Me, I have money.  Many women try me for money (I think that’s what he said)

Mistress Pasaya :  How about if I said I don’t need your money.

You say already you don’t need money,  I tell you, why you speak like this?  I don’t know.  Alors, let me make you happy, let me take you shopping.  Or let me make you happy if you don’t want my money.  You’ll be my supermodel.

Mistress Pasaya :  Supermodel?  Sounds good.

My money cannot buy you, but my money can make you happy.  Can make you a gentleman can make you sweet … (hard to understand the last part of what he said)

Mistress Pasaya :  So how can you make me happy right now? (Because 99% of men are words with no actions)

Now?  Alors, now , uhm, you like ice cream?

Mistress Pasaya :  What?

You like ice cream someplace else?

Mistress Pasaya :  Say again?

You like ice cream someplace else?

Mistress Pasaya :  Yes.

Yes?

Mistress Pasaya :  But I want to eat here. (The male eats where and when his mistress chooses.)

Here is no good.

Mistress Pasaya :  Why?

But you want tea or coffee no?

Mistress Pasaya :  Yes.

So I can order …

Mistress Pasaya :  Order what?  You’re gonna pay for that?

afirme

Mistress Pasaya :  Cool.  It’s ok, order here.

You think I’m gonna come and let you pay?  No when I sit with someone I pay. (Yes I know you will)

Mistress Pasaya :  Good.  Then ok, I will order here.

Do you think when I stay with you I pay myself and not pay for you?  No it is not my style. (He’s trying to win me by describing what is his duty in the first place lol)

Mistress Pasaya :  Good.

I don’t let you pay yourself. (He has given himself hero status by this amazing gesture.)

Mistress Pasaya :  Good

Aiiiy, you make me crazy.   If we can go back I go kiss you long time.  (And there it is, the dick couldn’t take it any longer, it had to interject.)

Mistress Pasaya :  And why you think I want to be your girlfriend?  It doesn’t make sense you just met me one hour”  (before I can say ago he puts his finger to my mouth to make me be silent)

I tell you true, if I am no scared of you I go kiss you long time ago.  You understand? (Gives you an idea of how easily this guy gets girls back to his hotel in the past)

Mistress Pasaya :  You think I’m gonna let you kiss me here?

No if I do you will boxing me but I will tell you true, I will try because you make me crazy.  True.

Mistress Pasaya :  And then what?

You are the first woman, listen to me, to make me crazy like this, you make me tops in this, you make me excited a lot. (Most men have no idea how to handle this desire, this urge I create inside them by being desirable but unattainable)

Mistress Pasaya :  What would happen if I told you I want to slap your face right here?  (He physically pulls back from me immediately after I say that, he had been leaning closer and closer into my personal space)

No.  Slap me no no.  I hate to be.  (The confusion in both his voice and his body language is suddenly hilarious to me, I shocked him to his core with that.)

Mistress Pasaya :  I want to slap you here. (At this point I hold him by his chin with my left hand and pull him to me.  The tables around us stop to stare and he notices.)

No

Mistress Pasaya :  Yes  (I raise my right hand to face slap him)

No

Mistress Pasaya :  Yes, yes, yes, yes.  (He moves left and right to pull himself away from my hold on his chin.  Then he sits there looking at me with the lust of a dog in heat.)

This make me crazy.  Now listen me I tell you true, I slap my bone for women , I speak true.  (His dick is about to take over his brain, I can feel it, it’s seconds away at most.)

Mistress Pasaya :  But not all women are the same.

Mistress Pasaya :  I’m not those women, you can pay money and i’m gonna fuck you.

Just keep it sexy.

Mistress Pasaya :  I tell you now.  I don’t care your fucking money because I can make that money in two hours.

No you can do but you won’t I know baby.

(And now he tries to slip money into my hand secretly as a payment for what he really wants, probably because he can feel he has lost all power in the conversation and even fears at being struck in public.  Thus, the primitive male brain when stripped of its false layers of confidence resort to what is left when being absent of any remaining ego … they try to pay for sex.  Because in the end, it is the man who chases the pussy, not the other way around.)

Mistress Pasaya :  Yes but then why you offer me money?

Are you not understand again?

Mistress Pasaya :  I don’t understand.  It sounds stupid.

No?  I am stupid?

Mistress Pasaya :  Huh?

I am stupid?

Mistress Pasaya :  Ya.  Maybe.

I choose to like you.

(Can you hear it in his voice?  The sound of failure.  At this point he was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.)

Mistress Pasaya :  Really?  If you want to fuck some girl you go to Cowboy or Nana.

No no no , i never go to (Soi) Cowboy and fuck a prostitute.  I offer you, I speak to you, because I like you.

Mistress Pasaya :  The problem is ; I don’t like you , that’s it.

I stood up and left him speechless at the table while his dick brain retreated into his balls as a turtle’s head would disappear into its shell.  The only thing left for his money to buy was my part of the bill I left him with.

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Camel Prod BDSM & Time Travel

Where can I get a DeLorean in Bangkok?

He asks :

Wow 17yo , those Tunisians start their kinky fantasies early I guess.  I’m relieved to know they’re all named Paul over there , I was worried I’d have trouble saying his name.  Anyways, I’ve been doing email all morning and this was a chance to see if I can get back to trying to be funny after the last few days in my life have been anything but.  My reply to him was …

Hey Paul, I’ve heard Tunisia is a bit behind the times in keeping up with the rest of the world, but booking me for January 21st, 2011 makes me think things are worse than I thought over there.

Once i have finished my time machine prototype and am ready for the testing phase I’ll alert you by email to make arrangements for our session date.

Traffic in Bangkok isn’t very conducive to getting a Delorean upto 88 mph so i’m working on channeling the human anger of being stuck in traffic to generate a spontaneous human combustion effect that should allow time travel if properly harnessed.

Since only living tissue can make it through the time travel process, we’ll have to find a camel prod to make due for your strap on session.

I look backwards to meeting you.

Pasaya xx

I’m a movie geek ok, I can’t resist.  Hey if i do go i’ll let you know if i see R2D2 when i’m there.  Maybe i’ll even be able to bring a camel prod back for one of your sessions?  haha

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Jedi Mistress | Mental Domination

My knee touched his, as soft and silent as memory.  An accidental touch maybe?  After all, I was only leaning over him looking at my twitter photos I had let him take of me with his digital camera to begin our session

“Oh I like that one I said”, gesturing to the small photo on his camera screen, “show me the others” I urged him and as he began to flip through the others my hand rested just on the back of his left shoulder that I was peering over.  Feigning interest in the images I bent over so we were cheek to cheek allowing the sharp scent of my Fame perfume to linger up to his nose.  Yes, his face was iron, his eyes steel, but the bead of moisture sliding down his forehead in an otherwise cold air conditioned room told me his defenses were breaking.  I’ve told you in other blog stories that I am very aware of micro things others would not notice such as moisture on the forehead like he had, and that to some extent is what the purpose of this story is.  Anyways, to confirm the weakening of his armor I moved my knee but an inch from his and like a magnet he readjusted to once again regain the touch he had a minute ago.

“Stop that” I said as I laughed and then pulled the back of his hair lightly as a mild joking form of punishment.

“Stop what” he replied as innocently as a doe grazing in the woods.

“What has you more bothered, my hand on your shoulder, the scent of my neck, or my knee rubbing against yours?” I asked.

It wasn’t more than twenty minutes ago that he had tipped his hand that there was something about me that made him lustful, as soon as I had met him in the cafe he chose to not walk beside me to the lift but rather he chose to trail behind me.  No doubt so that he could take in the view of my waist long hair swaying in tandem with my shifting ass just beneath as I walked.  I chose not to call him on that but took note of it, however this time I wasn’t about to let the fish off the hook.

“Neither … I didn’t ”

“Didn’t what?  You’re honestly going to jeopardize the rest of your session with a lie so early, knowing that I have already caught you?  It’d be better to admit the truth and take the consequences.”

He put the camera on the desk beside my computer and combed both sides of his hair back with his hands as if he were trying to remove the guilt from his face and store it in his hair behind his ears somehow.

“Your smell, it’s hypnotic.”

“Really?” I said in my sweet innocent voice.  “Why what does it do to you?”

“It makes me aware of how close you are to me” barely barking out the words, I could feel his confidence seeping out of his skin the way a sponge would leak water.  “More aware than my knee touching you, or my hand on your shoulder?  Were those not nice as well?”

“th..they were, all of them … Mistress” he looked at me with lost puppy dog eyes.  “So when you said stop what, you admit you were in total denial, do we agree?”

No reply, his jaw simply dropped an inch as he stared blankly up at me.  “Look at that, you’re so sorrowful that you choose to just stare at me, did your Mistress give you permission to look into my eyes at all yet?” and his gaze immediately went to my feet.

I took him by his chin as I sat down on the bed behind me and pulled him down to my foot and he followed without a struggle.  As his face hovered over my foot I reached in and brushed the back of my hand against the stiffness in his pants catching a bit of the dampness on his shorts where he was already leaking from within.

Humbled, hard, and humiliated , all within 20 minutes of meeting, if I could do that every time I’d be ready to call myself a mistress of the Jedi council, specializing in Jedi mind manipulation.  I don’t need a  Jedi light saber, a Jedi cloak, or a Jedi laser pistol, I only need a man in my presence and most times I can control him as simple as that.

Most times.

In all honesty, that was a really good session, I picked up on a lot of clues and I took a chance in setting that trap and an even greater chance in calling him on it.  You see, I’m confidant in what I do with men, i’m just not always perfect.  Still, I think I perform at a level far above any other mistress, I can tell by the feedback in my emails and phone sms conversations the following weeks after a session.  I just wish I could do it consistently with everybody I see, but it’s not as easy as that.

There are four levels one can reach in dealing with a man’s desires, thoughts and emotions, the last of which is the Jedi level that i’m trying to climb to on a regular basis.  But let’s start with the basic way most Mistress’s control their submissive clients, and that is with force.  (not that Force … the other less sci-fi one)   It works because it’s a primal instinct.  Fear works.  It’s fear that controls people truly.  Let’s call a dungeon session what it is though, it’s nothing more than a stage for an an act, attended only by the audience of one’s mind.  It would take a crazy Mistress who has no regard for any promised safe word, to bring you far beyond your pain tolerance and keep you trapped in the furthest reaches of your imagination of horror to truly have this kind of session be memorable.  As none of us want to be arrested for torturing someone, this method of controlling a man has very small limits.

Leading us to the second level, a level where the soon to be Jedi Mistress is sexy enough to be able to evoke a reaction from her submissive man by the things that she does.  It requires that she is aware enough to pick up on his reactions and pursue them to a deeper depth.  Even if the Jedi trainee cannot however, the session has broken some ground into the journey to the depths of the male mind for she has released desire the way one would release a tiger from a cage.  It’s free to roam, free to feast, and it’s a great thing to behold, but ultimately it cannot be controlled by her.

Now I know with almost every guy I see I can instantly get that reaction of desire, the trick is to mask it.  I’ve talked in depth before in other stories about how I like to play the role of the simple, innocent and sometimes naive girl which allows me to take the back seat and study you without having to do much if any talking.  Being different than 99% of the population here in Thailand, there is that wall of uncertainty that exists between you and me as your Mistress, as if you are on a journey without a road map all of a sudden.  Your time and tested methods of how to act with a girl before are thrown out the window, and in it’s place you find yourself stepping very carefully in each action you decide to do.

That works to my advantage, because I know you are turned on by me, but you have no idea at that moment the tiger is free with what to do with that desire.  There are all kinds of things I do to build up that desire, just as I’d say the majority of confident girls know how to do as well.  Unfortunately for them, that’s as far as they are willing to push their confidence, because it’s a safe zone, there is little or no chance of failure at risk.  What I try to do as an aspiring Jedi, and the few other excellent Mistresses in the world try to do, is take that desire and not only harness it, but use it against you, which brings us to levels three and four.

“Our session was like a Jedi Mind Trick on me”

I entered Level three as Mistress Jaa’s Padawan learner 2 years ago, watching and learning from her Jedi skills in every session we worked together.  There’s a lot of failure in this level, and to be true it’s not really a Star Wars level at all, I just write that shit because it’s a guy thing you can relate to.   If I were to accurately name this level, i’d call it “Becoming self-aware.”  Hey, like Skynet in Terminator, or OS in Her, depending on which movie you are attracted to more.  I haven’t found a horror movie that’s into being self aware yet, but if I find one that’s what you’d be watching if you were with me.

Self aware means that nothing happens any more by accident, everything that I do to turn you on is not only purposeful but also planned.  Going back to my session two or actually three days ago now, hey these computer problems have really pushed back how long it’s taken to write this story … anyways … I was self aware when I put my hand on his shoulder, when I leaned close to him to let him smell me, and especially when I touched his knee with mine.

I know that each of those things that I did started a chain reaction of questions in his mind and at that point instead of looking at the photos we had just took together, he was asking himself things like …

“did she touch my leg on purpose?”

“why is her knee still there?”

“does she notice?  If she does, does that mean she likes me?”

“Now she’s touching my shoulder, I should just play cool and not let her know that I notice … fuck her finger just moved a bit towards my ear, keep calm, keep calm.”

“She smells amazing, I want to eat her.  Wait, am I drooling?  Did I just drool on my leg?  If I look down at my leg will she notice?”

“ok dick is hard, it’s fine, I have it trapped between my legs, it won’t show … wait wait she moved her knee away from mine, she’s offended, she knows, god damn my dick, god damn you, you one eyed brainless snake.”

“I’ll chase her knee, it felt so nice, I need to reacquire touch, stealth mode enabled, cloak of shadows engag….fuck she noticed , fuck why did I put all my points into sex appeal and none into stealth.”

haha … did he actually think all those things?  Probably not, but it would be awesome if he did.  To think all of that though, i have to be a bit conceited in how I imagine your brain being affected by my closeness.  That’s why I say, even though this last session was as close to perfect as it gets, there are a lot of guys it doesn’t work on.  Some guys are turned on by being made or forced to do things for instance, and none of these games going on in my head would be close to true … until the moment i grabbed him by the chin and forced him to his knees … which is exactly why I did that, like buying insurance for myself.

It’s an instinct thing that I have to rely on, and that’s where I’m a bit stubborn.  I rely on my instinct more than most, I depend on it to work for me and I put all my faith in what it tells me.  So it’s really a leap of faith when I’m imagining all these tiny reactions happening in you, but not nearly as much of a leap of faith as what the Jedi level calls for.

Ah the Jedi level, or sometimes as I call it , “Make Pasaya look like an Idiot” level.  For the record, trying to read what a Sissy wants is like Superman trying to look through lead and I have had more than one session where I’m thinking I have his dick as hard as a light saber when actually I have his ass opening and closing excitedly like the Sarlacc monster.  I don’t get Sissy sessions yet, I’m as far away from being a Jedi as Jar Jar is from being popular.

What is the Jedi level then?  It’s that moment where I not only know what is turning you on and what you are thinking about it, but that I call you on it at the exact moment your thoughts are out of control.  That’s what caused the bead of sweat on his head, it’s what made him choke on his words when he tried to retouch his knee with mine.  That Jedi Mistress moment when I’m so far in tune with what’s going on that playing with him becomes so easy, that’s the Jedi level.

This is what makes guys go weeks, sometime even months after their session without being able to get me out of their mind.  It’s what has made countless guys break down and cry uncontrollably (right Dieter?) , it’s what has made guys refuse to come see me again because it’s dangerous to do so (right Richard?) , and it’s what has made guys rethink what it means to be submissive for days on end (right Craig?)

Again, just so you know that it all levels out, the session immediately before the one I wrote about above, the guy from Singapore just sat on the bed laughing for the whole two hours, and it caused me to break right down to level one as I hit him mercilessly.  I kind of went way way past the sane mistress that is needed for that level and put him into a state of fear.  He was 22, maybe at that age everything is still a joke to him as his baby mind is still learning to understand the world he is in.  Or maybe he’s just the kind of guy who plays with his dick because it gets hard, wipes it on the bed sheet and rolls to the other side of the bed.

I’m not a Jedi Mistress yet.  I fail where a Jedi should succeed.  Maybe some men are totally different.  But then Master Jedi Yoda would say to me …

“No, no different, only different in your mind.”

So I’m learning the Jedi way …

Jedi : I’ll try

Master Jedi Yoda : No do, or do not, there is no try.

I’m doing.  There is no try.  You should therefore book me before I learn how to control your dick as a Jedi mind trick.  At that point I’ll have to do a whole new story on how I left being a Jedi to go to the dark side … cuz that power would be way way too much fun

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Humiliating “That” Kind of Guy

There’s an email that’s been eating at me like a Super Acid slowly working it’s way through the armor that is my personality.  I’m amazed at how a single solitary thought can stick in the back of my mind gathering both weight and importance until its critical mass releases itself on some poor unsuspecting submissive guy.  In this case the target of my venom was at once the richest, oldest, and most misinformed 56 year old guy I’ve ever met.  But before I get to that, let me show you the email conversation I had from a month back which set last nights events in motion.

“What changed in you” was all he asked, referring to my total transformation from the girl called Rainy that I once was to the Mistress Pasaya that you know now.  A lot of things changed, but at the root of it all, the thing that changed the most was a belief in myself which inspired a complete change in my attitude towards the quality of men I suddenly wished to seek out.

That was the point I wanted to get across when I wrote this response to him …

Which was fine until I received his reply which put the seed of thought in my mind that grew into the explosion I unleashed on my dinner date last night.  His reply implied that I was fishing in a lake for big game that wouldn’t even consider the bait I was offering , myself.

“Thank you for sharing that with me. ‘That’ guy is clearly not what you want but on the other side the guy who gets 95%, strong romantic and hot body etc can chase the rich girl, or the girl who runs her own law firm, or stock broker department.”

 

He’s not just wrong in his opinion, he is blatantly wrong.  “That” guy doesn’t need a rich girl to complete him, he needs a girl who can challenge him.  So he can “chase” the rich bitch who has her own law firm all he wants, because at the end of the day, under his Armani suit, he has a useless cock that similarly controls his brain the way other less liquid men are controlled by their saggy piece of wrinkled flesh.  While he is balls deep inside her tort law infected hairy pussy and holding onto her two rope like boobs that sitting in a courtroom all her life have shaped them into, he has his eyes closed and he’s thinking instead about being inside an ass like mine.

His money can truly buy all the rich good looking American pussy he wants and most will be sucking like they found the last lollipop in the world within hours, even minutes of meeting him.  Ah but we desire what we can’t have don’t we?  You want that girl who awakens that part of you that has been sleeping for years, laying dormant in your body like some mummified corpse, but when you find that thing is as elusive as thought itself, it drives you mad.

Going back to the original question of what changed in me after Australia, a more direct answer would be that I drive men wild with desire being who I am, and the more time goes on the more I realize that who I am can indeed compete with any Ivana Trump wannabe girl from any place in the world.  This guy’s answer challenged that belief I have in myself.

There is that doubt that comes from former failed relationships which festers inside me like a parasitical bacteria.  This stigma of being born Thai eats at me, the implication being that I’m the medieval equivalent of a low-born  and men from everywhere else are such self declared royalty that wouldn’t even toss an apple to a girl like me.

Truthfully though, through your eyes I’m Asian, I’m exotic, and you have absolutely no idea where to begin when trying to court a girl like me do you?

I had this most delicious thought the other day as I was flirting in email with a gentleman that has gained my admiration in the way he is attempting to court me.  As our nightly cat and mouse game of email banter went back and forth, as it has for seven months now, under all the jokes, laughs, and sly remarks was this very sexy fight going on.  It struck me that we were like two tigers circling one another, sizing each other up.  My bdsm personality every bit the match for his MBA smarts and wit.  To him I am rice paper that he is walking over step by step trying not to puncture that which he covets.  To me he is this enigmatic entity, as real as morning due feels on grass yet as elusive as smoke.  That’s a challenge.  Stigma be dammed, I’m his match and he knows it, just as he is mine.

Then there are those other men who have acquired wealth but not the savvy to keep my interest.  My mobile phone is a graveyard of the rich and famous who have made it to my blocked list faster than a fat kid drops broccoli.  One way or the other they all get themselves blocked for one of four possible flaws in their personality :

1. They are annoying as fuck and sadly they aren’t even aware of it.
2. Being useless to me and pretty much to themselves as well.
3. A bank full of money and a wall to wall university degrees can’t stop someone from being an idiot.
4. My personality deems their personality to be unremarkable for no apparent reason.

It’s July 19th, we are nineteen days into the month and I have blocked 65 new guys already, I’m about to block number 66 … the rich ass dude I visited for an extended MGFE session last evening.   He started well enough, sending me an email saying “I want you to be my bitch girlfriend and humiliate me somehow in public, I’m looking for a sweet and cruel girlfriend.”  Fine, that’s pretty much who I am so after my Tuesday evening Salsa class ended I went home to put on a very sexy black classy dress and headed to the Peninsula Hotel where he was staying.  You don’t stay at the Pen unless you have some serious cash, it’s one of our elite 5 star hotels that sits with wonderful views over the brown river of sludge.  I made myself comfortable in the lobby and sent him an sms to say I had arrived and it wasn’t but a few moments later that he showed up saying “hi i’m …. ” and extended his hand adorned at the wrist by his gold plated Rolex watch and ring less finger (I notice everything about you from the moment we meet)

He brought me up to the 5 star river view restaurant and though it was much after 10pm the place was still crowded with the six or seven tables around us fully booked.  The waiter came and instead of ordering dinner I asked for a piece of Tiramisu cake with Watermelon juice while telling him not to bring my guest anything from the menu at all.  I made a ‘shoo shoo’ motion with my hand to get rid of him turning instead to my host who was aghast that I had refused him the opportunity to order.

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll eat” I pre-preemptively told him, mostly to get him to close his slightly gaping jaw.  Indeed, when the waiter returned with the cake I scratched it along the top the way a cat might fluff his blanket getting a good hunk of cake on my fingers in the process.  Leaning forward to his side of the table I dangled my fingers high above his mouth and let the cake slowly slide down my finger being pulled by gravity towards his expensive garment of clothing.

“The way I see it, you can either wear the cake or you can eat it, it’s totally up to you.”

Just the way a puppy would eagerly lick a kind master’s hand, Mr. Rolex was lapping at my fingers in one of the most prestigious restaurants in Bangkok while people at the tables around us began to take notice.  Over and over again I would dip my fingers into my cake and serve it to him high above his head to the disgust of everyone sitting nearby.  By the tenth time he reached up to slurp at my fingers I noticed the waiters and other staff had come out to peer at us from close by.  We were getting looks of disgust from every table.  Why?  We have so much in common between me and them.  They exploit the poor to attain their hi-so lives and me, well I exploit men of their social ilk to reveal them for the primal dogs they really are.

I think he couldn’t walk fast enough out of there when we were done, the glares were like incendiary darts each landing and exploding on the back of his reddening ears as we exited the place and made our way to his room.  Once there, it wasn’t but a minute before he had his computer open to show off his business much the way a peacock shows off his feathers.  I feigned interest as I played with my fingers ever so delicately on his knee as if they were touching just by happenstance. It must have got him all hot and bothered because he closed up his magazines, his notebook, and turned to me abruptly saying “you make me crazy do you know that?”

“oh really” I replied in my shocked voice, “I just touched your legs babe, that’s all.”

“Yes but you know that gets me excited when you touch them like that.”

So I pass my fingers from his knee to his dick leaning forward just enough to whisper into his ear, “I don’t like your shirt … at all” and I walked around behind him unbuttoning him slowly, agonizingly, one button at a time down his chest towards his incredibly stiff bulge in his pants.

“I don’t like your jeans either” I mentioned, and well , those came off faster than a piston can come flying off a race car haha.

His dick was an iron bolt, and red as lava.  “What do you want to do now” he asked.

“I want you … ” my voice trailed off as I propped myself up on the couch in his magnificently large hotel suite, “…to lick the sweat and scum off all my cute little toes” I continued saying as I flicked my shoe off and waved my grungy feet in front of his proud cock.  Now remember where I had come from before the session.  A two hour salsa class followed by a thirty minute commute, and a one hour dinner had my feet smelling rancid, you could almost see a green vaporous choking gas seeping off of them lol , not to mention that with all the turning and spinning in the class earlier on, the soles of my feet had picked up a film of blackness from grinding in my shoes all through dance class.

Lesser men would have balked at such an assignment, but there was Mr.Rolex licking and sucking from his knees as if my toes were pure candy.  His dick didn’t retreat an inch, it kept bobbing up and down following the gyrations of his body as he wiggled his tongue in and out of every crevice between my toes.  Minutes later he looked up proudly and I examined the job he had done.  Perfect, but for the black grunge that remained on the soles of my feet, so I belted him hard across his face with the back of my hand and followed through the reverse way with a palm strike to the other side of his face.

It was a rather fierce slap but he took it like a man, asking only “why, what did I do wrong?”

I pointed to the blackness on my feet gesturing without words at the disgusting last bit of the job he had left unfinished.

“Oh come on babe, you’re my girlfriend remember.” not only self declaring the commencement of our relationship, but suddenly implying that being a boyfriend frees himself of his foot cleaning responsibility.

So I asked him back, “ahh, so you’re my boyfriend lor … so what’s my full name then?  It’s something a boyfriend should know right?”

He replied with silence.  I in-turn began counting from 1 to 10 and upon reaching the last number i lashed out and slapped his cheek as hard as I could, saying only “see you lie, you said I’m your girlfriend but you don’t even know my name.  Use your brain a little bit the next time you want to speak to me.”

He liked it.  His hand went to his dick but mine intercepted it and began to pull it for him as I sank down off the sofa and got intimately close to him.  Over and over I brought him to the brink of orgasm before stopping and releasing his cock all together.  After the umpteenth time he gave in and came up with this convoluted argument, “you know if I can’t cum tonight my brain will go crazy, I might forget to pay you for the session.”

Now I don’t know if that was just a funny thing he decided to say or whether he was trying to dangle the carrot stick of money in front of me in a sad attempt to turn the tables on me, but it was a mistake either way.  You simply don’t challenge a mistress like that.  I went to kiss him slowly moving my lips towards his.  He embraced me in his arms and moved the last bit to taste me … and pulled back violently screaming just before touching my mouth.

I had a death grip on his balls with my nails sinking sharply into the meaty part of his scrotum, the kiss being merely a simple distraction.  It’s a shame most men don’t need anything more than a level one trap to fool them with, I’d welcome a stiffer challenge , forgive the pun haha.

“Let’s see if you’ll really forget to pay me, or do you really want to test me on how far i’ll go to break your balls like an egg?”

“I pay, I pay, I pay, I pay” , sorry for the simplified English but that’s exactly how he squeaked out those words as I recall.  I laughed as I twisted his balls , “I know you’ll pay babe, I know.”

Such a challenge like that results in the ultimate punishment, he must finish himself off.

There was Mr.Rolex holding his balls in his left hand, his dick in his right, pumping away with tears still running down his cheek from the pain of my nails on his testicles a moment ago.  As the cum splattered out onto the floor I finished putting my shoes on, got my hand purse and left him sitting in his own pool of misery.

I guess I must have been on his mind all through his work day for he sent me an sms the next evening.  He didn’t learn a goddamn thing.  He wears his money on his self like it’s an enchanted armor and in doing so he’ll forever be “that” guy.  He’ll bang as many whores as his money can buy, chase as many empty nested divorced divorce lawyers that’ll agree to sleep with grandpa.

This time, happily, it’s him that’s blatantly wrong.  When tiger’s circle each other in either their pre-fight or pre-mating dance, there’s no thought of money, only the jugular.

His money buys him all the intimacy he needs every night , unfortunately it just won’t buy him the intimacy he wants.

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Cross Dresser | Becoming Cinderella

Cross Dresser | Becoming Cinderella is …

Written by a Submissive Closet Cross Dresser , describing his Forced Cross Dresser fantasy with me as I took his cross dresser fantasy and made it a reality.

My Forced Cross Dresser Holiday in Thailand

Preparing My Fantasy
I am a closet cross dresser, who are in no way ready to go out in public, dressed in female clothes.
However, I have always dreamed about, how it would be to maybe having to stay dressed like a
woman for a few days.  I really wanted to make my cross dresser fantasy come true.
Therefore, I finally decided that I maybe should try nothing extreme but try at least a day or two. I
also have always fantasized about being forced to be a cross dresser. Therefore, after deciding to go on a holiday
to Thailand, I did start to search the internet, to see if there was anyone offering any kind of
cross dresser service there.
After, some search I did come across Mistress Pasaya, I did finally pull together the courage to send
her an e-mail asking her about cross dresser fantasies, and if she might be able to make my cross dresser fantasy come true.
Mistress Pasaya was very positive, and we did start to lay out some plans for a cross dresser type session. We laid
plans for visiting a beauty salon, where I would get hair extensions and makeover.

Finally in Thailand
The plane had just landed at Bangkok Airport, it was early morning in Thailand, but I was quite tired,
after the long flight. Also coming from Europe it felt more like late evening. However, I would have
quite a busy day ahead. First task would be to find my hotel, so I did take the easy route, Taxi. I
arrived at the hotel way too early for checking in, but they had room so that I could place my luggage
at the hotel. Then I could start on the list, well the list was a set of tasks I had to do before my session
with Mistress Pasaya.
First, I had to go and get myself a tourist phone card, so I headed for the nearest 7eleven, and quickly
got hold of the phone card. The second task I would have to do was to find a waxing clinic, where I
was supposed to get hair removed from my legs. It took me some time but finally I did find a salon.
Lucky for me, I did not have to wait. I did order full legs waxing, the treatment was painful, but result
was very smooth legs.
I returned to the hotel, and was very pleased when they told me that my room was ready, and that I
could cheek inn.
The room was large, and had a big bed.
Next task was to unpack, but I was only allowed to unpack the female clothes that Mistress Pasaya
had told me to bring. She had ordered me to bring one Cinderella gown, a skirt a top and lingerie, and a pair of
shoes, or boots. I also had to bring my breast forms.  She would make me to be a Cinderella Cross Dresser !!
The rest of my male clothes, I was not allowed to unpack, she had told me that I had to keep all my
male clothes in a suitcase that could be locked with a padlock.
After finished unpacking what I was allowed to, I did make my phone ready with the new tourist
phone card. When it was done, I did send Mistress Pasaya a text message, so that she had my phone,
and I informed her about my hotel and room number.
Session Day
The next day, the day of the session. I had just had a shower and some breakfast, when it knocked on
the door. I went to the door and opened, the very pretty woman, smiled at me. It was Mistress
Pasaya, who was there to pick me up for our session. I invited her in; she did look around. She
started to inspect the room, and did make sure that I had not unpacked any of my male clothes. She
also inspected the female clothes I brought.
Mistress Pasaya did also inspect the bathroom, and instructed me to pack my toilet articles back in
my suitcase. While I did that, she did pick some of the female clothing I brought into a bag she had
brought with her. It has just to show the girl what you will wear, so she can pick the right makeup for
you she told me. By the way, wear these panties under your shorts she said, no male underwear for you
today.  A cross dresser must be used to wear soft girls panties she said.
When we left hotel, Mistress Pasaya said something to the receptionist at the hotel, who after smiled
and gave me a strange look. I was kind of wondering if she could see that I was wearing panties
under my short, but no way, that is possible.  Can people see a cross dresser from only panties???
I thought we was supposed to take taxi directly to the Beauty Saloon, but to my surprise, Mistress
Pasaya made the taxi stop at a shopping center. On the way into the center, she did hold my arm,
and told me you need a few things.
First, we stopped by a hardware store, where we bought a padlock, She smiles you know what this is
for. The she lead me into a store selling bags and suitcases. She looked around and quickly decided
on a very feminine pink bag. She had me carry the bag, because she already did carry one. Then she
led me into a Perfume store.
Mistress Pasaya had me smell of different kind of scents, and did take good time looking at different
kind of makeup, all the time explaining what it was for, and kept asking do you like the color. We did end
up shopping a few different things, some makeup, and something to remove makeup and nail polish
with.
Next stop was an accessory shop, where she also did hold up many items, saying it would look good on
you, and asking if I like this. I kind of felt that she did use extra much time on certain product just to
humiliate me. Also, here we did end up buying a few things. She did took my cross dresser fantasy so seriously.
Then we headed out, and Mistress Pasaya did very quickly fix us a taxi. This time we headed outside
of the busy big shopping street of Bangkok. We did stop in a less busy street, outside a small shop, I
was not able to tell what it did say, because the sign on the shop was on Thai, but I did guess this
must be the beauty salon.
We headed out of the car, and yes, I was right this was a small beauty salon. We had to remove our
clothes before going inside. I could feel my stomach turning inside me, and my body was shaking
because I was nervous. I was thinking am I ready for this. There was only two girls working at the
salon there, they smiled and greeted us. Then one of the girls ran to the door, and turned a sign
there.
Mistress Pasaya who had noticed my nervous shaking smiled, and told me not to worry, it will only be us
there she said. They are closed for other customers while we was there she told me.
Then she spoke to the ladies in the salon, they had expected us and was ready. They only did speak
Thai, so Mistress Pasaya had to translate everything they told me. Mistress Pasaya spoke with them a
little, and suddenly she turned around to me, and said. They are saying that it will be more easy for
them, if I can put on the female clothes that we had brought with us, would make it so much easier
for them to find right color of makeup, she told me. Moreover, they had a small room in the back
where I could change. And pointed, and put on bra and your breast forms.
That will help them figure out how to best style you.
I did as told, and when only wearing my panties, Mistress Pasaya handed me my bra and helped me
put it on, then she helped with the breast forms. She did spray something on them before she placed
them into the supporting bra. Then she handed me the short white played skirt, and finally had me
put on the black satin top.
The she led me back to the girls in the salon, who had started to prepare a chair. They looked at me
and smiled, and pointed for med to sit down. Then they adjusted the chair so I was kind of lifted up a
bit, and then laid far back, so I was much more laying than sitting. Mistress Pasaya told me that they
would start with cleaning my face so I did not worry.
Than one of the ladies started to rub my face and skin, she did scrub and wash, finally she did apply
some creamy stuff on my face. And Mistress Pasaya told me I had to close my eyes, to avoid getting
the stuff into my eyes.
When they was finished applying the cream, the raised the chair up, and did led me to another chair,
this chair was very comfortable, and suddenly I felt that they guided my feet’s into a foot bath. I felt
they started to work on my feet, scrubbing and cleaning, and shaping my toenails.
I was tempted to open my eyes to see what they was doing, but the creamy stuff had turned very
stiff, so it was kind of like wearing a mask of rubber over my face.
I could smell that they was painting my toe nails, Mistress Pasaya somehow noticed that I was about
to open my eyes to peek on what they was doing. She said, do not open your eyes you will ruin the
face mask, and do not worry about the nail polish, is just clear polish. She told me.
After a while, it was time to raise up again, and they led me back to the first chair, I sat down and
they had me lay all the way back again. I could the salon ladies kind of grabbing the edges or the
creamy stuff, and suddenly she pulled it all off in one pull.
I realized that suddenly it was Mistress Pasaya that was standing next to me; she told me again to
keep my eyes closed. Then suddenly I could feel that she did put something on my eyes. So even if I
opened them I could see nothing.
I could hear that all the girls did laugh; they then lead me to another chair. I had to lean back and felt
that they did start washing my hair, after they lead me to even another chair, where I could feel that
one of the girls was starting to work on my hair. Same time I could feel that the other girl was
starting to work on my hands.
Suddenly I could hear Mistress Pasaya told the girls something, and again they had a laugh, then
someone guided first my right hand then the left, to the armrests on the chair, click first the right
then the left. Then Mistress Pasaya, told me well sweetie, no there is no turning back. I realized she
had cuffed me to the chair.
I could hear that the a bottle was opened, and then I heard a chair. I realized the girls had opened the
bottle of wine that I had brought, and did have a glass.
Then they started to work on my hair again, I could feel that they kept working. Pulling stretching and
adjusting my head all the time.
While the other girl was working on my hand, they kept speaking to each other all the time, and very
often, they had a laugh, I could only pick up one word here there. Somehow, after the girl had
worked on each finger, they had to unlock the cuff, because I had to lay the hand on a plate or
something that felt like kind of an oven. It seemed to be slow process.
Same thing with the girl working on my hair, she had not even cut anything, but I could feel that I had
more and more hair, because sometimes I got some hair in my face.  Was I becoming the cross dresser I always wanted to be or no?
After a while, it seemed the girl working on my hands was finished, and somehow I could feel that I
had longer fingernails. My stomach did twist a little, what I have done.
The girl working on my hair also paused, and Mistress Pasaya and the salon girls did discuss
something, I could feel the they from time to time did lift my hair, and it was clear that it was
something they did discuss.  I know I’m not the most beautiful person to make into a cross dresser … maybe the cross dresser fantasy is too much? I worry.

Suddenly I could feel a quite strong smell of chemicals, and could feel that they did put some kind of
stuff on my hair. They did work on this for a while, and then Mistress Pasaya suddenly unlocked the
cuffs holding my arms to the chair. They again guided me over to another chair; I could feel that my
hair was quite long. They placed something over my head, and soon I felt warm wind blowing on my
hair I guess they did want to dry something.
Again Mistress Pasaya did cuff my hands so I could not go anywhere.
The noise from the blow dryer, made it hard for me to hear much, but I could hear that the girls
probably had another glass of whine, and sometimes I could hear they laugh.
After a while, they turned off the blow dryer, again I was unlocked and guided to another chair. They
locked me arms again, and did start working on my hair one more. This time they did cut and style.
After a while they discussed something, I could hear Mistress Pasaya walking around me, seemed like
she inspected the work. She said something, and then suddenly they sprayed something on my hair,
that smelled strong and obvious female.
Mistress Pasaya told me that, now they was almost finished with my hair, and that the spray was
only to make the styling hold., They unlocked me, and again guided me back to the first chair, where
they had me lay back. Mistress Pasaya told me that no, it was only the final touch of markup left, and
we would be finished.
Mistress Pasaya removed the patches that did cover my eyes, but before she did, she made sure to
place a cover over my chest, so I was not able to see my arms. And from where I did lay, I was not
able to see any mirrors so I was not able to see how I did look.
One of the girls did start working on my face, first she did concentrate on my eyebrows, and then she
started to apply powder all over my face. She did take her time, seemed like she was concentrating
to do a good job. She then did apply makeup around my eyes, and finally she did apply what seemed
like layer upon layer of lipstick.  I want to be cross dresser Cinderella not cross dresser looking like The Joker !!
Before I was allowed to stand up, Mistress Pasaya did pick up something from the Perfume store that
we bought. She sprayed me with it, it was very clearly a cent meant for females.
Then they raised me up, and allowed me to take a look at myself, I could hardly recognize myself, my
hair was long, and shit…what had they done, my hair collar was changed a little…and my nails was
long pink near the root and white on the tip.
Well I did not have the female shape, but my face and hair looked like a woman, with very glossy lips,
and dark around my eyes.

I did pay the agreed fee, and when we was to leave… I could not see the shoes I did arrive with,
clearly Mistress Pasaya had changed them with the black heeled boots I had brought with me. She
told me that she had put my male clothes in my pink bag, and showed me that she had locked that
bag with a small padlock. Therefore, I would have no chose but to put on the cross dresser like heels.
Suddenly a taxi that Mistress Pasaya had ordered came, and Mistress Pasaya grabbed my arm, and
guided me into the car with her. Mistress Pasaya told the driver where to… I felt very humiliated
sitting in the back of the car as a first time cross dresser, and though everyone near did look and laugh off me.
I though we was heading back to the hotel, but suddenly we stopped, and Mistress Pasaya grabbed
my arm, come. I told, please I am not ready to go out in public, taxi if on the edge for me. She told
me we was not going to be outside, we are going in here, she said and pointed at a door. This is my
place I have with some friends, Mistress Pasaya told me.
When we was inside, she said. Well now, you have had quite a good time she said, but I want some
fun for myself also, you can’t be a cross dresser and not be shown off she said.

She shows me around and first we relax a bit, then Mistress Pasaya ask if I have ever tried bondage, I
nods yes. I love bondage Mistress Pasaya tells me, come. She leads me into something looking a
bedroom, but there many toys like ropes, chains and stuff on one side of the room. Mistress start to
show me some body positions, and ask if I can copy her. After a while, she have me sit on the end of
the bed. I sit on my knees, and she have me stretch out my arms to each side, so that reach each side
of the bed poles. She smiles, hold that position she says, and quickly finds some ropes, and soon I am
tied in that position like a cross dresser on a crucifix.
She stands in front of me, and pushes her butt into my face, keep asking if I like it… and teasing me
with you want but like this sweetie. Then Mistress finds a strap on, and put it loosely on outside her
skirt…she kind off push it against my face,… you want this sweetie.. You must open your mouth
sweetie she says. I hesitate, and Mistress looks angry with me, and then pick some device from the
shelf. She orders me to open up my moth, and when I finally does, she push a device into my mouth
that forces my mouth to be open , omg a cross dresser nightmare what will happen to me now.

Mistress then tease me with the strap on, suddenly she puts a blind fold on my eyes. Suddenly I hear
another voice, and another pretty woman steps inside. She smiles what do we have hair. Mistress
and the girl that arrived start make talking and giggling. Mistress removes the blind fold, she and the girl stands right
in front of me, teasing me with their buts right in my face, suddenly and a bit too late I realize the
other girl is not a girl, because suddenly she push her dick right into my face, and then she forces it
deep into my mouth. I am not able to escape, and can do anything to stop her. She force me to suck
her.
After a while, she pulls the dick out of my mouth, and shoots her cum, on my face and eyes. They
leave me tied up there, and leave me alone in the room for a while.
After a while, they comes and untie their cross dresser, and help me fix makeup a little. Mistress says she think it is
time to bring her slutty cross dresser back to my hotel, so she orders a taxi, when back at hotel, we hurry to my hotel
room. When inside, mistress Pasaya comes in with me. We have a cup of coffee. Mistress tells me
that all the makeup they used today are water proof, and I would most likely need some time to
remove it. And it is a kind of strong nail polish that not will come of very easy. Mistress makes me put
the t-shirt and shorts into my suitcase. She then locks my suitcase with the padlock we bought earlier
that day.
Then she put all the stuff we bought earlier at the Perfumery into my bathroom.
Then she have me open the hotel safe box, she puts the keys to the padlock inside it, and sets a new
combination. And close it.
I will send you the combination tomorrow she tells me, but remember you have to open the door if
somebody knocks on it, my friend might want to have more fun with you…. And if you are not looking
like a pretty cross dresser  when she knocks on the door, I might never give you the combination, she teases.

So now I write this waiting for somebody maybe will knock or not I don’t know.

She did give me the best cross dresser fantasy i can imagine.  I am the real Cinderella cross dresser the world is not ready for.

Cross Dressing Fantasies

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Mistress Pasaya

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Thai Mistress #1 | A 6 Month Review

I’m officially the #1 Thai Mistress now if judging by website popularity as this website which was started by Thai Mistress Jaa 6 years ago jumped up 804,443 places in world website rankings to break the top 1 million and sit as the most popularly visited Thai Mistress website in Thailand as we rest at 940,937 in the world now.  I’ve done it by following these two principles, the first of which is;

It’s not knowing what to do, it’s doing what you know.
Tony Robbins

I know how to seduce better than any Thai Mistress and I’ll bet i’m within the top 10 of World Mistress’s on the topic of seduction and mental bdsm play.  My girlfriend, well ‘she’ is a ‘he’, but he’s gayer than a tap dancing hyena ; s/he takes care of the photos that you have saved on your computer … admit it, you do.  Andrew, my creative writing teacher in Sydney verbally insults me about my grammar and then corrects everything so I don’t make an ass of myself in my stories.  It’s a good team, each of us doing what we know how to do best.

Those who know me not as a Thai Mistress but know me outside my Thai Mistress life would tell you that I bitch about two things, and two things only.  I live by this mantra …

Setting goals is the first step in turning the invisible into the visible.
Tony Robbins

 

… which makes my life unbelievably busy.  I complain about it ad nauseam but I wouldn’t be who I am if I wasn’t always trying to “get something accomplished” and here’s my list of things I needed to accomplish the first day this website was passed over to me on December 13th, 2014 :

1. Get the website back to how popular it was when I started with Thai Mistress Jaa in 2012.
2. Start a Twitter account, make it about my personality instead of self-promotion (which is what I hate about Twitter) and get to 1,000 followers by December 13th, 2015.
3. Hit 100 session inquiries a month, which is what I figure is what the other top Thai Mistress … Midori must have.

Look, I’ve had a hell of a month.  It started with a breast cancer scare, was filled with frustrating all day waits at lo-so clinics before @ObediantOne on Twitter rescued me and a private clinic confirmed the lumps were just cysts.  I had an operation for one of them right away, and have spent the rest of the month condo shopping.  So your sweet Thai Mistress is taking a break for 3 days as sort of a mid-year vacation.  Before that starts today though, let’s take a look at what this Thai Mistress has done right , and what needs to be done still starting with the website.

May 23, 2011 was the day that Thai Mistress Jaa moved from her 2 year old Google Blogspot website to this Thai Mistress domain jaa4u.com and you can see from the vertical purple line where I started that it’s been a long 6 month climb to get back to the average daily visits that Thai Mistress Jaa had for many years before.  I started with her around December of 2013 so I’ve seen and experienced the whole peak to valley and back to peak cycle of turbulence brought on by both her desire to retire and the amount of time it honestly takes to have the experience to fully be a Thai Mistress.

That climb has moved me up almost a million places in rankings, well past all other Thai Mistress contenders which is to be expected given that I have the only dynamic website of them all with new content every week in blog stories, photos, and videos.

It’s not all as perfect as I would like though as I’m in the middle of the Google ranking on the first page if you search for Thai Mistress , or Thai Mistress Bangkok with others like Mistress Lorita placing above me on search even though she only just broke through the 5 millionth highest website.  Whatever you’re doing chick, share the love,  cuz you’re doing something right with SEO and I can’t figure out what it is.  I think if I had the name Thai Mistress or Thai Mistress Bangkok in my website name it would help but I really don’t know.  We’re good at content my sissy friend and I, but not so good at SEO stuff.  I’m sure one of you guys must be an SEO wizard and would like to be part of Thai Mistress team Pasaya for the next 6 months as we move toward my next goal which is to reach 500,000 by January 1st, 2016.

As much fun as the website stuff has been, I have to say that we have had the most fun with my Twitter feed.  I choose to write about the sessions that are remarkable in some way and instead of just being silent waiting for the next amazing guy to show up for a session I enjoy trying to get out my personality and what’s on my mind through Twitter.  Maybe i’m too far out there for most to understand , some tweets that I think are funny just go right over people’s heads I think ..

The Very Hungry Caterpillar can quickly become a #LessPopularChildrensBooks with a slightly different cover drawing pic.twitter.com/b7586pm7ig

— Mistress Pasaya (@MistressPasaya) July 25, 2015

At least some of my 426 followers find that funny, I wish more would haha.  I’m gonna keep trying to be me so if you are one of those guys who reads my blog over and over trying to get who I am follow my Twitter , if you read between the lines a bit you’ll really understand what’s on my mind day in and day out.  It’s hard trying to learn your style of humor when the only thing that passes for that here come with sound effects telling you exactly when you should laugh.  Maybe once I pass 1000 followers which is my goal by New Year you’ll either had adjusted to my humor or i will have gotten better.   Until then I’ll keep saving my Twitter with sexy ass tweets …

I’m the good girl you love, the bad girl you desire, the naughty girl you lust, the #goddess you worship pic.twitter.com/lS6DlJBlET

— Mistress Pasaya (@MistressPasaya) July 21, 2015

Thai Mistress Pasaya is looking for a 3rd Mistress

Of all the Thai Mistress , World Mistress , and maybe even Universal Mistress’s I bet I have the most Ass Worship session requests.  I used to think often about which Thai Mistress has the most session requests and I set my goal of having 100 based on that desire to have the most.  Now that I’ve passed that goal I see why the other most popular Thai Mistress has a stable of girls because it’s just not possible to handle all requests.  Yet, my business model is different than most, I don’t desire to be the Fast Food factory of bdsm sessions.

I have Jr. Mistress Wael to fill two needs, the older clients who feel it’s easier to relate to a 37 year old girl more than a 28 year old girl, and those who just want what I can’t do very well and that is to give a world class massage with Tease & Denial.  More than that though, she is an angel, she even refers to herself as one haha.  I agree, she’s a real diamond in the rough, people who see her agree too.

I’m looking for another very high quality mistress but don’t hold your breath.  She needs to be university educated, sexy, hot, intelligent, probably been abroad, fluent in English, and can think for herself.  Trying to find a girlfriend here with that last quality here is as rare as an ice cube in the Sahara.  Trying to find one who fits all 7 is as rare as a tasty school lunch

Passing that last goal of 100 session requests a month has allowed me to really be picky about who I see too.  Since I can’t clone myself, and I can only do 2 sessions a day it doesn’t take a math genius to figure out I can do at most 50 sessions a month taking 5 days off as a break.  So last month I got 120 requests, I can’t really throw 70 out the door as some don’t follow through no matter how much I email them, but i can throw 20-30 out.  Thus, any guy who remotely tries to challenge me , gets a nice personal go fuck yourself reply like this :

Jaa was a great Thai Mistress , but guess what, I’m a great Thai Mistress as well.  Choose your words carefully in your first email, you have to beat 69 other guys to stay out of the trash can.

So what are my goals going ahead?

1. 1000 Twitter followers by January 1st making me the most popular Thai Mistress on Twitter.
2. This website in the top 500,000 websites in the world, putting as much distance between me and the #2 Thai Mistress website.  My plan to do that?  Well two things are coming…
3. My first Amazon Kindle book is about the top 20 sessions I’ve had in the last 2 years, coming soon.
4. Video clip store both generic and custom made within a month, now that @ObediantOne has sent me best video camera  You’re amazing.

Ok, that’s it, i’m off for 3 days, Sunday to Tuesday.  It’s been a really fun 6 months, really looking forward to the next 1/2 year.

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Fatal Attraction

“Be careful with this job, it will eat you slowly until there is nothing left of who you were” those were more or less the words Mistress Jaa told me 2.5 years ago after my first session with her.  At the time I never really understood what she meant, and through those first two years of doing occasional sessions together with her I never gave it much thought and I ended up shelving it in the back of my mind.

Until now.

When I look in the mirror I see three people looking back at me.

I’m the Rainy that I have to present to my Uncle because I live under his roof.  On the days that he’s home that involves waking up at 6am, dressing and leaving for my fake translation job while I sit at McDonalds or Starbucks all morning doing email and writing like I am now on my phone.  At his place I’m this good Thai girl, well mannered, cleanly, respectful and unable at all to act and talk the way I truly am.

When I meet with my friends, I don’t want to sound full of myself but I just have so much more life experience than any of them that I feel like even though i’m 28 I carry the weight of experience a 40 year old foreigner would bear.  My friends on the other hand, well you just wouldn’t understand unless you grew up with village life all around you in a society that suppresses creativity, individuality, and the quest to seek knowledge.  Here’s an example, I’m on the bts skytrain as I write this, it’s 8:55 am and there are about 60 people in this car, and 15 people around me within arms reach, 12 women, 3 men.

9 of them are playing Candy Crush Saga.  The other 3 are playing sms games.  The 40 other odd people are staring blankly at 15 f stop over exposed commercials on the tv above promoting a white skin that they will never have.  I was reading about the hottest and coldest places in the universe by comparison as the last thing I was doing before I started writing this.   When I’m with my friends it’s the same type of experience.  I’m 28 and out of all my friends in the village and my new ones in Bangkok, I am the only one who does not have kids, is not married or abandoned by the guy who knocked them up, and has not ballooned up 20-30 kilos.  About 5% of us made it to university.   Less than that graduated.  If I were an artist, I would draw a mural of a battlefield littered with dead female bodies all impaled by guy’s cocks with a castle in the background they were all trying to reach.

They want to talk about the problems in their lives, or complain about not having money to do the things they want to spend it on, and what they would buy if they did.  For them I have to play the dumb Rainy, the similarly poor Rainy, and when it’s my time to gripe about something I trash talk my sister until they all nod their heads in agreement like chickens pecking for grain.

But then fuck, along comes a guy from a session who interests me and suddenly I see that as far as I am above my friends intellectually, I’m just as vastly far beneath any guy like him who has an MBA from the United States, you know, from a University that’s actually ranked in the top 100 in the world and not in the top 500,000 like I could afford.  Jaa kept on saying the word ‘Alien’ to me when I spent time with her, when I talked with her yesterday about it it’s clear she mean alienation, or alienated.  I understand.

While graduating University here is a matter of navigating through ignorance, doing the same in the USA or elsewhere is truly an accomplishment.  So it’s not such a great feat really to distance myself from 80% of the population here, the trouble is that while raising subjects of conversation like Egyptology, or Heroine’s in history draws blank stares from my friends, my knowledge compared to you guys barely scratches the surface.

Somebody asked me if I know who Maslow is.  Ya I do but…  What’s the point?  You guys are always doing this to me, you’re testing this gap of knowledge our two societies have created.  If I studied my whole life , I’d never be the European, Swiss educated girl with her B.Sc and working at CERN spending her days colliding lead ions into each other.  So why fucking bother trying to be her when I’m very happy being Rainy.

Except, I can’t be Rainy can I.   Not if I want out of here.

What’s left in Thailand for me?  To get friends I’d either have to go back to making 20,000 a month , you know, less than what you make in a week, and get a new social network of friends from there.  Or I’d try to break into the hi-so circles since I make as much money as they do, but wait … no you can’t see.  That circle that exploits the poor for their cushy life style had their lives handed to them by their Chinese ancestors, so in truth, they are even fucking more stupid than my friends.  I defy you to date one of them for more than a week.

So for fuck sake what’s left?

What’s left to get me out of this abyss of alienation that I’m trapped in, as I sit here now at 11:45 am at Terminal 21 eating Thai food alone, for what, the 600th straight day?  Oh look, one of my former lovers just sent me an sms trying to find sweet words to get me to see him.  It’s been like 8 months since I fucked him so silly that he’s never been able to forget about me, and why is he sending me these messages that are comical only to himself?  He wants me to fuck him again.  Except who is he, just some foreigner backpacker hiking his way through Asia?  No actually he lives in a 100,000 baht a month condo that he pays for himself because he’s very well off, 40 something years old, handsome, good looking, and a Bangkok resident.

What does that mean, Bangkok resident?  It means he knows the game.  He knows his lifestyle and his money can buy any girl in the city, and it’s true, I know personally he’s fucked about 10,000 of us.  When you have money like that, this is the greatest city in the world to live in.  He calls me constantly because I’m the only girl to have ever fucked him.  Big difference there.  And ultimately, that’s my weapon I need to use to fight with.  I control men.

In a world that operates under the principle of supply and demand, I’m very aware than in Thailand, trying to find a fucking super hot girl in her 20’s, who is university educated domestic and abroad, bi lingual, not knocked up, without a true boyfriend, is well read, and makes as much money as you is … well … like trying to find Foie Gras in Malawi.

If we add to that supply and demand formula that I have a dominant personality.  Then further add the true secret of men, that 75% of you are submissive as fuck, and refine the equation by including a multiplier which states that I know how your brain works, I know what controls you, what motivates you, and I use that against you.   Well, in Thailand now you’re getting into Quantum Physics trying to find a girl like me to satisfy your needs.

I may not know who’s Maslow , or maybe I do , but I know I don’t need it to make a guy I fucked a few times last year call me endlessly begging me to see him again.  A guy who can have any girl in the world, wants only me.  Of those, I have 100 in my phone.

Of those, I want none.

For what reason?  Because they all want the Pasaya side of me.  The side that fully understands men are submissive, most of them anyway.  But I don’t want to be Pasaya for them, I want to be Rainy.  Pasaya is the third side of my personality beyond the one i show to my uncle and the one I show to my friends.  I feel like a team that has Michael Jordan sitting on the bench and wanting desperately to win without him, to show that what they have as a team is enough to win ;  but then always having to call on him to save the game.  Understand?  I don’t know much about sports but you guys can relate to sports so I’ll try that analogy.

This is why now at 1pm , I’m sitting here at Terminal 21 still , now in the food court, alone, lonely, sad, miserable, depressed.  I’m beyond my friends, trapped at home, unable to match with you guys intellectually, and can only use the Pasaya side of me to capture your deepest dreams and desires.  And there it is , just as Jaa lost herself and had to quit this website to save herself, so am I going down that same road.

Maybe it’s cuz this is the 3rd day of a waterfall period, i’m without sleep, up when i should be in bed, and I shouldn’t be writing when i’m emotional.  I don’t think it’s that though, I think this is deeper and I should be very wary of what happened to Jaa to not let it happen to me.

But how do I change that?  Especially since it was me who wrote in a much earlier story ;

If dominating a slave like a boyfriend in a session is so wonderfully fun, is it bad that i’m wanting my next relationship to be like that?

 

My thoughts on that have evolved.

So let’s go back to that supply and demand balance that is hugely in my favor , you’ll need to properly acknowledge that if you are to understand the philosophy of where i’m gonna go with this.  If 75% of the population of guys who want to know me are submissive and I represent for them something that less than 1% of all the women on earth can provide, the potential of attraction that exists between those two extremes is dynamic, exploitable and potentially fatal.  I’ll explain.

If we define dynamic as : a force that stimulates change or progress within a system or process, then you can see that I’m describing the ensuing relationship as one that is evolving much like we as a species have evolved over time, so does this relationship as mistress and submissive.  For you it means that you are truly not happy with just a two hour session, be it with me or any other mistress.  Some are, most aren’t.  Most are looking for that feeling to be more permanent, similar to a drug induced high, that comes from being with a woman that can control him.  You’re looking for the one girl who both understands you, uses you, and loves you for that.

Let me tell you a story about something that I saw occur a few years ago.  This guy, I’ll call him Tom, saw almost every mistress in Bangkok on a regular basis, always looking for the one who would take him as her boyfriend so he could inhale the lifestyle 24/7.  One one occasion, I was to meet with Tom in a popular Starbucks in the late afternoon where his other mistress had ordered him to wait so that she could meet me and discuss the session he had planned for the three of us.  I show up in jeans and t-shirt, order coffee and sit with Tom awaiting Mistress ‘S’ to arrive.  She does, in full dominatrix uniform.  She strides into the open air cafe, grabs him by his chin, and face slaps him around so much that the whole cafe came to a stand still.  She demands to know why he sat down without pre-ordering a coffee for her and makes him verbally submit to a deferred punishment that evening.

Then she sits down with me after he has gone to order and talks to me all sweet in Thai.

Fuck.  This girl was lost.  Anything that had to do with her true personality, she had sold for this personality and why?  Because Tom and his friend were rich, and also hopelessly in love with Mistress ‘S’, so her chance at a ticket out of here or to a better lifestyle was through surrendering her personality and becoming this wild mistress woman instead.  It worked.  She got herself a 10 million baht condo all paid for and a Mercedez Benz , but at what cost?

The only way Tom , and actually for the record, it was Tom’s best friend who stole her for himself , the only way he would consider Mistress S is if she could fulfill his fantasy of having a full time mistress girlfriend, which she was happy to provide at the cost of losing herself.  Like who does that?  What normal girl actually wants to walk around in full mistress clothing and make a spectacle like that in public, in her own country.  You really think she truly wants to behave like that?

Or perhaps she came from the Isaan village life where you were lucky to have rice to eat every day, and from that perspective losing your soul is a small price to pay for a 10 million baht condo.  It’s Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs guys at it’s most basic, most primal that is motivating her.

That’s something which you foreigners clearly lack knowledge of, or are oblivious to because of the privileges society gave you.  You simply have no idea what it is like to have to survive.  On Maslow’s chart i’d say 99% of all you guys are suffering when your tier of Belongingness breaks down.  Oh boo hoo for you.

You should notice right out of the airport after you land here that you’ve stepped down one tier from your lifestyle.  Notice how all our homes have 10 foot walls and prison doors around each and every one of them, with barbed wire and cut glass on the top … instead of your big lawns, unlocked doors, and 2 door garages.  Ya that’s you falling into the Safety/Needs category that if foremost on everybody’s minds here.  In a land where nobody has anything, you protect what you have fiercely, because coming from where I grew up or where Jaa grew up, pretty much everything gets stolen.  You should read the story about Jaa going to school for a year without shoes because hers got stolen the first day.

Mistress ‘S’ , and about 90% of the population here function thinking about level 1 of that chart every day from the time the sun comes up to the time they go to sleep , food , water, warmth, rest.

How does this all create the dynamic relationship I mentioned?  Well if you have somebody who is looking for the impossible girl to find, and you combine that with a girl barely surviving, you get a situation where an environment is created , as false as it is, where anything can truly happen without limits.  It’s like falling into an abyss, there is no bottom.

Well there is.  The bottom hits when Mistress S or whomever has all her level one and two needs forever taken care of and is ready to move on to level 3 just like you guys always are.  Hey, what do you think happens to you at that point?  Think about it.

That’s where the exploitation part of the attraction comes in.  Whereas at first you have the power, with your money, education, jet set life, it’s the high demand caused by the sheer number of submissive’s that make the supply side take control of things very quickly once she has reached level 3 on Maslow’s chart.  At that point you become as insignificant as a one baht coin lying in the crack beside 2 laundry machines.

That’s why the whole Mistress / Submissive relationship that starts from an unequal class and wealth base is fatal.  It’s based on smoke and mirrors, falseness, lies, acting and whatever else that corrupts a relationship.

It’s what I absolutely don’t want in my life.

Dominating a slave is wonderfully fun.  I now feel it can be part of a relationship that’s like a playroom, you go there to play, and afterwards you’re done.  He accepts me for who I really am, and I’m good enough as Rainy to be with him, and the kink is a part time thing we explore.

I want desperately to be Rainy in a relationship.  Every guy I meet wants Pasaya.

Meanwhile, as I wait for the guy to love Rainy, I get more and more isolated in the place I live.  The thing is, I have no desire at all to play the game Mistress “S’ did just to get the ticket out of this life.  I posted on my Twitter that Lima, Peru is the furthest possible place on the planet away from Bangkok and I said that even that isn’t far enough.  I’d consider the moon if it were possible.  But i’m not gonna sell who I am to get there.  I love that I’m Rainy, I love who I am.  I love her enough to not let the Pasaya side of me consume her.

I’m not looking for a fatal attraction , I’m looking for an attraction that grows naturally.  I get asked a lot, “What if the guy you end up with doesn’t want you doing this job?” and  I say always then that’s the wrong guy because he hasn’t fully accepted who I am.

The guy who has truly accepted me will hug me not because they want sex or have desire for me.  He will hug me out of pure love.  I haven’t found that yet, doubt I ever will.

Fuck.  I have this life solved if I can find love.  Don’t we all though.

rainy xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Nurse Roleplay| Psycho Mistress

This fucking psycho nurse is still gonna grab your balls like I grabbed your heart, forcefully with my fists.  I don’t intend to examine you tenderly, I rather do it recklessly so that as I yank you to my breast I am reminding you how to breathe by making you breathless.  My fingers probe your dick approvingly before I bend it down between your legs so it’s pointing ass backwards peeping out through your butt hole like a snail’s head.  I then attach the snail’s head to a loop I’ve hung from the back of your collar and there it is , your two balls parted, just as Moses had parted the Red Sea.

There they hang

                                                                                Vulnerable

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

“Sing the song, that lovely song I told you to memorize” I say as I kneel down behind you at your butt and after oiling my hands liberally I’ve begun to violently rub the sensitive head of your penis up and down causing your knees to buckle slightly.

A nurse there was , a nurse, a nurse!

All sexy and young and wearing a skirt

Try not to cum she said as she lifted her skirt

I can’t I said , it really hurts

Cuz you’re sexy and young and wearing a skirt

 

Of course he forgot to do his homework.  Thought I was joking he did.  Ask a guy to memorize one simple little poem I wrote and can he do it?  He doesn’t need a nurse he needs a motivational doctor.  Lucky for him I’m both.  His nurse is gonna give him a little bit more motivation than he thought he’d get from me.

I strapped him to the rail that holds my curtains up, just below the air conditioner.  I used a foot spreader to keep his legs far apart.

I sit.

I take out my book that I’ve been reading for the past 2 days.  It’s called Strange, The trial of the pig, the walking dead, and other metters of fact from the medieval and Renaissance worlds.  The cover of which is adorned with two bodies impaled on a pole.  Much the same as this guys dick is impaled through his asshole.

“nurse nurse nurse” he says repeatedly as if my ears didn’t actually work.

“Yes I heard you the first time.  Look you asked for a nurse.  I’m here.  I’ve made my diagnosis and the only prescription, is endless teasing.  Do you know about the last days of Robert Scott’s expedition to discover the South Pole?  You see, everybody remembers Roald Amundsen’s expedition but little was told about what happened to Robert Scott.”

I took out my small vial of hot oil and rubbed it between my forefinger and thumb to up the burning sensation as I continued telling him the story.

“You see, as the story goes, Robert Scott’s party nearly died but it was a race to see what would kill his party, insanity or the cold.  The only way to fight off both at the same time was to rub their dicks with the oil they used to light their kerosene lamps , which would burn like hell but the screaming created warmth, and it was that sort of self-torture that kept them well enough alive even though they lost the race to the South Pole”

As I rubbed the palm of my dick roughly on the head of his cock his bulging mushroom began to turn a beat color of red.

“So to recreate those events we’re gonna have a little expedition of our own.  See I’m gonna do nothing but rub the tip of your cock for the next while and how long that while is depends on how well you can hold your tongue and be silent.  Every noise you make, well, that’s gonna extend the tease by 10 minutes.  You know, you could very well be here all night long, or you could cum and be gone in few minutes.  See it’s that kind of insanity that Scott’s party had to face, and this is really gonna help me see what went on in those guys minds.”

Apparently “be silent” isn’t as possible as I had hoped when rubbing the top of the dick’s head with hot oil.  Some things they don’t teach a nurse in nursing school, some things a nurse has to learn on her own.

I did however learn 1000 variations on how to whimper.

For the record “please nurse” doesn’t qualify as “being silent”

Neither does, please nurse please nurse please nurse please nurse lol

He did manage … barely … to survive my 2 hour psycho nurse torture session.  I didn’t however let him have the pleasure of cumming.  And since it was too sensitive or painful , not sure which, after the 2 hours were over he elected not to make himself cum either.

Strange indeed.

pasaya xx

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— Mistress Pasaya (@MistressPasaya) August 1, 2015

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