Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Calling His GF Calls His Bluff

Lest you think all my sessions are flawlessly great I’m gonna tell you straight up about a session I had last night that didn’t end well.  I’m writing it so you will get a better idea of what my expectations were of him and what my reaction might be when someone falls miserably short of following through what they said they would do.

Again, to go over the math of why the onus is upon you to please me initially, if we consider that a month has 30 days on average and that I’m gonna take a day off a week that leaves 25 working days each month where I can book a maximum of 2 sessions a day.   That’s 50 sessions a month proving contrary to popular belief a Thai chick can multiply.  In those 50 sessions I’m looking for not only men that are intellectually stimulating but also ones who present session ideas to me that engage my imagination and make me excited enough to sit down and answer with a 15 minute long email.

The guy i agreed to see yesterday was one of those guys who wrote out his ideas well enough but even then with 52 sessions to send to my recycle bin I was on the fence to see him or not until I read the thing about involving his girlfriend in the email :

I asked somebody this week what he thought about me when we first met and he replied that “You like the subtle domination of getting people to do what you want vs the overt.” which is exactly true.  The session immediately interested me because seducing this guy to the point where I could call his girlfriend and he wouldn’t care was damn sexy.  I had the idea running through my head of calling this girl and planting a seed in her mind by saying,

“I’m gonna send your boyfriend home to you without making him cum so he won’t have technically cheated on you, that’ll happen when you finish him off and he’s thinking it was me doing it.”

So even though he was asking for a 10pm session right after my very tiring Salsa dance class and that I had to do a rare session in his hotel which wasn’t anywhere close to dance class I still took the session to do this fantasy together with him.

An hour into the session I had him eating out of the palm of my hand.  Sixty year old guys always bend the knee before me and this guy I didn’t find particularly challenging , as slaves go he was about as interesting as a mural of white paint yet I was just seducing away biding my time ’til I had him bound to the bed and could reach for his phone.

It’s when I had his phone in my hand that things got interesting as he wasn’t all to keen on having me call his girlfriend after all.  Really?  Imagine that.  Didn’t take me long to find his two most frequently called numbers, both with girls faces as the contact photo and as I threatened to call the first one he started crying out “NO” more times than a hooker giving up backdoor service does.

He gave me permission to call “the other one” that lives in Bangkok.  Ah, his prostitute girlfriend.  No, I don’t want to call someone with an IQ lower than a glass of water, I want to call the other one, the REAL girlfriend who no doubt has given her approval for him to dip his dick anywhere he wishes.

Well that’s what I wanted to find out anyways, but he vehemently disapproved.

So I just said “look, if you’re not gonna follow through on your fantasy, something that you wrote and then re-confirmed in a later email then we’re done with the session.”  Cuz if he wasn’t gonna allow me to call her then that’s just like taking a girl to the circus but not letting her kick the clowns in the balls … what’s the point of having the session if there’s nothing in it for me.  So you know, a minute later I had hopped off him and was dressing to go when he challenged me on my decision saying I had no idea how to run my business if I’m just leaving abruptly like that.

I told him no I disagree and that I am quite certain I do know how to run this business to which he replied “well when you’re still doing this in 10 years you’ll know you’ve failed” causing me to snap back “well you won’t be alive in 10 years to know so it’s all good”

As he paid me the session fee he made a point to mention that the money means nothing to a man of his wealth and I made it quite clear that his money was as equally insignificant to me.

Well that turned bitter really fast.  There were hunky men on the Spartacus dvd waiting for me back home, I didn’t need to engage in a pissing contest with a guy who looked like a Chinese Shar-Pei dog.

Session sucked.  Meh, no big deal, I’m just saddened his girlfriend will never know how close she came to having an unstoppable seed of doubt planted permanently in her head.  Sad.

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Mistress OS | From DOS to Windows 10

Being a mistress has evolved me faster than five monkeys having butt sex with a fish squirrel evolved you, – you as in men in general.  In fact, if this rate of evolution persists, it’s quite possible that i’ll be the first self-aware artificial intelligence well before google’s robotics division figures out how to stop their robots from walking like Gumby.  Ha, won’t that throw a monkey wrench into Windows 11 if Cortana 2.0 has a mistress personality built into her;

“oh ya, i’ll empty your recycle bin bitch , right after you lick my modem first”  haha

The speed of my evolution is proven in my photos as Rainy 3.0 , or the Mistress I am now, looks absolutely nothing like post Australia Rainy 2.0 , and that girl looks nothing like the last remnants of Thai Rainy 1.0 who was last seen pre 2011 and is as obsolete as a Commodore 64.  What separates me from Microsoft, I mean other than I have more intelligence in my pussy lips than Steve Balmer has in his brain, is that I’ve evolved through three generations of operating systems in 1/3 the time they did.

Mistress Pasaya | OS Pasaya 1.0

If Windows 10’s slogan is “Windows 10 : The Best One Yet (because we fucked up all the previous one’s so much we just skipped 9 all together)

then my slogan would be

Pasaya 1.0 : The Best Rainy Ever

Rainy OS 3.0

If Siri and Cortana had a love child … it’d be called Pasaya 1.0 , and you guys would be walking around with your phone in one hand and your dick in the other asking me permission to spray special sauce on your Big Mac at McDonalds.

But before I became Pasaya , I evolved from Rainy 3.0 , which is like Microsoft’s Windows 9 , a thought that evolved like a word stuck on the edge of your tongue, briefly there but never heard of.

This slogan would be : “Please wait while we install Mistress Software.”

Rainy 3.0 hit the streets the exact same time I met Mistress Jaa, and it was crucial to my transformation as spending time with her made me start seeing men as silly beings just as simple as a Minecraft avatar is to an Intel I7 processor.  When i hear a 60 year old man still kissing corporate ass quarreling with me on how to run my business there’s no need to reply really.  An ant has no quarrel with a boot and I have no problem kicking men like that to the curb.

Thinking like that about men is not innate.  Especially growing up here where smacking a girl around on television is still tolerated, it took a lot of anti-social thought to get to the point where I didn’t take shit from any man.  However, it took spending time with Jaa to evolve out of not just being satisfied with not taking shit, but to just demand to myself that only the highest class of male beings would be allowed to even talk to me.

Rainy OS 2.0

The slogan for Windows 7 was : It Just Works.  As if the last one they coughed up, Vista, was so mind numbingly horrible that getting something rudimentary out to the public that just barely functions was so much better than what was available previously.  That was Rainy 2.0 as I escaped to Australia.  Here’s where I start cringing at showing you these photos on a blog that’s supposed to be self-promotional, but I wanted to show you because if you look close enough you can see the years of rhetoric seeping through the thin layer of foundation that Sydney was providing as I began to grow new skin.

Rainy OS 1.0

Yes you can!  Windows XP’s Slogan seems as much self-reassuring as it was a slogan, and we’re going a bit far in years now as I don’t even remember using XP but the slogan sure could be used for what my motto was for escaping village life as I was working on graduating university and adapting “The Few, The Proud” as I walked up to get my diploma on graduation day.  As hard as it is to survive Marine boot camp I’d say it’s 100 times harder to survive ignorance.

As an example of how deep the water of ignorance is i’m gonna tell you a no bullshit story.  To save me from having to sit at McDonalds every morning from 7-noon last week my friend let me stay at her condo while she went to teach whatever she teaches in high school.  (rbtlines) Come the weekend, I took her out shopping to thank her for her generosity and in doing so we happened to walk past a shop selling nothing but colored condoms of all different specialties.  She stopped instantly to look closer and then delightedly turned to me and pulled me by my wrist to go inside the shop to which I resisted and told her “you’re not embarrassed to go in?”

“Why?” she said as she blinked like Bambi at me and at the window again, “it’s just candy.”

“No … they sell the rubber things that go on the candy” I laughed, but then caught myself as I was suddenly pulled back to the ignorance of village life and realized that this girl the same age as me, teaching kids in High School, had absolutely no idea what a condom was.  Seriously.  So don’t spew me all the nice bullshit in the comments down below of how I hold American, European and other first world countries in too high of esteem.  It’s not that at all, it’s that i’m so sorrowfully aware of how low ours is that I want to make you guys appreciative of just how lucky you have it sitting where you are.

Rainy OS DOS

Windows Vista went with “The Wow Starts Now” as their slogan and that’s pretty much what teenage guys here say too as they whip out their dicks and take full advantage of nobody knowing what a condom is.  I can hear you asking “so Rainy, how did you survive not getting knocked up or knocked around in the village?”

Ah, so glad you asked.  It was easy to avoid being impaled because everybody thought I was a guy and was too afraid to pull down my pants to check.  Even gays were walking away from me going “no i’m not fucking that, no way.”

You can take my word for it or you can check for yourself, but it’s gonna cost ya $50 if you do.

Pick your poison , Gift Rocket or Amazon , include the email address to send the photos to when you select the card.

Perhaps you can’t see the acceleration in change.  To me, Rainy 3.0 to Pasaya 1.0 happened so much faster than going from Rainy 1.0 to Rainy 2.0 and I think it may be hard for you to feel that too because we are talking about a period of 10 years from 18yo to 28yo in those photos.  To fully understand how rapidly taking on a Mistress life changes people, we need to look to my friend and now Jr. Mistress Wael.

After a disastrous first session where she learned eating squid with garlic fish sauce 20 mins before a session is a turn off she’s had 50 sessions in a row where everybody has loved her, but it’s only been the last month that people have been gushing over how sexy she is.  That wasn’t always the case.

To review, I met Wael while we were exploring what it would be like working as a masseuse, a job that I threw in the towel  at after a week and credit to her, she persisted.  It was that really fucking grey period where I had graduated university and was getting offers to work for 15,000 baht a month for what I wanted to do, and I realized it’d take me the better part of 25 years to pay back the university debt making that little money.  Fucking hell, what was the point of university?  Now  I could live in slightly less poverty than everybody else.

Wael had the same problem graduating as a chef and coming from Chiang Rai to Bangkok to work under a Sous Chef from dusk til dawn without the reprieve of being able to turn into a vampire and suck on some blood.  Go rent the movie if you’re confused lol.  So there we were in the massage shop, drawn by the hope of making 20k or as some tales had been spun, the chance to make as high as 30k and become part of massage hell lore.  I left, she stayed.  Why?

Mistress Wael OS 1.0

To understand why somebody would put up with massaging stinky feet for 2 hours and getting a 20 baht tip as a thank you, you’d have to understand that such a person had really eaten the full ‘poverty is ok” soup and had asked for a second helping.  If one person my age doesn’t know what a condom is, imagine trying to function in a world with that level of knowledge as your baseline and trying to make sense of anything other than survival.  Wael has a Buddah tattoo down her back because she was told by a fortune teller it would keep her safe from ghosts at night and help bring her enough money to survive.

To give that perspective, in 2494 before Christ was born, Egyptians believed the sun god Ra carried the sun across the sky in a giant canoe.  Believing in a fortune teller who went to fortune telling school (yes true, we have that) isn’t that fucking far from believing in Ra still either, and that was 4000 years ago give or take.  Does that give you an idea of village life?  Here is Wael 1.0 in her innocent as Bambi days a short 3 years ago.

Mistress Wael OS 2.0

Coming to Bangkok from Chiang Rai is like taking someone from the stone age and putting them in an Imax theater and forcing them to make sense of Star Wars.  I’d bet you my used tampon that caveman would walk out of the theater – get back in his time machine – and then go try to ‘force-push’ the first dinosaur that came running at him.  Hey maybe it would work, that’s maybe how the Christians survived the Jurassic era.  But for the most part no, that caveman would have no fucking idea how to make sense of what he just saw, and so it was with Wael coming into contact with these foreigners she had heard so much about.

The first thing I had to do for Wael even before she did her first session with me was to get rid of the parasitic men that she had attracted.  You know, the type that look for a girl that looks like a deer caught in the headlights, use her for free sex and act all pissed off when money is mentioned.  “you’ve changed too much, I no longer want to be in contact with you” … that’s right, take your 65 year old worm some place else, the pussy bar is now closed.  Fuck I would have loved to meet one of them so I could see just how far I could kick his balls up into his asshole.

With the vermin filth gone – probably to Pattaya … she got her first session from me and made the guy cum 7 times in 2 hours , clearly not understanding the denial portion of Tease & Denial yet.  That’s when the behaviour change started to happen, slowly at first and then as the snowball tumbled down the hill it picked up more and more velocity until this whole new kinky sweet girl had completely shed the skin of her old self, and all within 5-6 months.

Mistress Wael OS 3.0

Then boom, it happened, just like it did to me and just like it did to Jaa before me.  I truly believe now as I’ve felt it happen with me, seen it happen with Wael and heard how it happened from Mistress Jaa’s history that one’s thirst for knowledge is directly proportional to the confidence one has in it’s self.  She’s traded in looking at Facebook posts to researching makeup, finding out who Hitler really was, and discovering the difference between Austria and Australia.  The more she learns the kinkier she gets, and I’m telling you that my inbox is full of guys who are absolutely crazy not only about her sessions, but about the Mistress behind the sessions.

That’s cool.  For me to start to change someone’s life just as Jaa changed mine is a really nice feeling.

Windows 95, before my time, had a slogan that said “Where do you want to go today?”

The answer for Mistress Wael now is , anywhere she damn well wants.

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> If General Custer Had a Lightsaber

In the game of “Thai Girls fucking Farangs over” vs. “Farangs Fucking Thai Girls over” , just two shades of the same color, I’m happy to be sitting high atop the coliseum wall looking down as the battle goes on.   As I hinted at before but being careful not to lay too many cards on the table, relationship wars are being fought in Social Media and a really good read if you guys got the time is to check out this blog story that will be quite eye opening for you if you didn’t already know about it :

Thai Girl Vigilante Facebook Groups Target Farang Men

Sorry girls but that’s like playing a harp in front of a buffalo, except in this case the buffalo didn’t gore you with it’s horns, it impaled you with it’s cock leaving you to pick up your pussy parts and complain about it on Facebook afterwards.  The moral of the story is, if you don’t want free buffalo dick up your ass then don’t get in the cage in the first place.  To the more knowledgeable these Facebook groups serve one important purpose, they let guys hang themselves by their own non-too-clever little balls as they are unaware that their butterfly lifestyle is being well shared and documented behind closed groups.

But to say that these girls are fighting back is like going back in time to give Custer a slingshot and say “ok NOW do the Little Bighorn fight over again.”  No, not gonna work because in the end organized turkeys are still just turkeys, and come Thanksgiving, or the other 364 days of the year for that matter they’re gonna get stuffed anyway.

The truth is that there is an imbalance in every comparison be it intellect, worldly knowledge, street smarts, education, or wealth between you and us.   Where there is an imbalance so great the weak always become prey.  Until that is, we are taught how to properly fight back except arming oneself with Facebook isn’t the answer, it’s the wrong tool for the job.  Hey, I’m not saying these girls can’t protect themselves from time to time against a wolf or two, I’m just saying that’s like me fighting you with an unloaded gun, walking up to you while you hold a knife and knocking you out pistol whipping you.  I might call it a victory but if you saw me win like that you’d probably tell me I was lucky as fuck and that next time I’d be better off putting bullets in the gun first.

Ah but where do we get bullets from having been locked up in a hen house all our lives?  The answer lays in where the battle is fought.  I’ve chosen the path of least resistance and rather than arming myself with sticks and stones vs. a man’s machine gun I’ve instead chosen to exploit the weakness in men.

See, the problem is that God gives men a brain and a penis, and only enough blood to run one at a time.

See rather than attack the castle while you’re hunkered down inside, i’d do better to hit you over the head with a rock when you come out to check the mail in the morning.  The turtle’s head will always emerge from the shell, you can count on it just as you can count on Ra canoeing the sun across the sky tomorrow.  But whereas I can’t stop the sun from rising and setting I can control how much effect a guy’s cock has on me by simply realizing it’s the cock that chases the pussy.  The problem with the girls in the vigilante Facebook group is that they all open their legs faster than the Google home page.

“I’ll just find someone else to fuck” I’ve been told the occasional time I’ve ended conversation with one of these guys and ok that’s fine as long as it’s not me.  That’s an important point, and it’s one that takes a very long time for a turkey to understand.  When telling my friend Mistress Wael not to be the least bit concerned as one by one her parasitic men stopped messaging her I could see she was near tears every day.  In her mind, with each man that disappeared so did a sliver of hope that her life would get better when in actuality her life was improving.  Rather than targeting Farang men she was suddenly targeting herself and fixing the root of the problem, that is to have the proper way to think in place first.

She’s learned how to speak properly, and by that I don’t mean how proper her English is, grammar has nothing to do with power.  I told her whenever she needs to get the point across to the guy to simply type www.jaa4u.com and see how much that simple url drastically changes the direction of the conversation.

Now THAT is like giving General Custer Green Lantern’s ring, The Force, and a light saber as well … and then saying go cook some fucking indians.

Except I doubt Custer would post photos of the massacre in any vigilante Facebook group afterwards.  

pasaya xx

Mistress Wael’s Birthday is August 15th.

You can send her a gift card or one of the items on her Amazon Wish List 

Or you can send her a Gift Rocket Gift Card by writing my email address , mistress.pasaya@gmail.com in the card.

I am in Bali from August 12th to August 17th.  Mistress Wael will do sessions in my absence.

See ya

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Trading Spaces | Wael & Pasaya

“Hello, how old are you?” is the first thing Mistress Wael said to her daughter talking on Skype behind me as I am getting ready for what will probably be the last session I do at this condo I got for her and I.

“Arai wa?” answers her 10 year old daughter which is the English equivilent of “huh?”, and Wael glances up at me with a look that is very much the same facial expression a bank employee would make with a gun to her head after improperly entering the code to the bank’s safe.

“Tell me how old are you please?” she tries again slowing her speech down to the ridiculously slow speed that a foreigner might do ordering a Big Mac in McDonalds in China.

This time silence on the Samsung Tablet as her oldest daughter runs to grab the younger 9 year old daughter to tackle the response together.  As they are both off screen Wael, speaking in English to me says, “she’s not in Government school I pay for both to go to higher level Ekkachone school to have better school (education)” and then gives me the best “omg what can I do” look one can possibly make.

Nothing.  The next alternative is 200,000 baht a year international school which will actually have an English program that involves teaching and not endless copying.  In the 6 months that I have known Wael on a higher level she had never mentioned her two daughters to me or much else about her personal life and I’ve never asked.  We have had a working relationship strained by the 10 year age gap between us where the younger person is assisting and tutoring the elder.  Fine, except the worldly knowledge gap between us might well be as big as the Grand Canyon.

So the hopelessness behind her question “what can I do?” carried more weight than normal, the older asking the younger for advice in a society where exactly the opposite is mantra stamped into our brains from birth.

This is like someone who has fallen into a volcano and landed with two broken legs on the only patch of rock surrounded by lava looking up and asking “what can I do?” and expecting the voice from above to come up with comforting words and a lifeline.

I got the words “Pii Wael” out of my mouth and was sitting on some comforting words to say to her when she rescued me by interrupting with “I know what to do”

“Really?” i said with more curiosity than a cat who had just popped the lid off of a garbage can.  After dropping and shattering the first 40 commandments stumbling down from the mountain I wouldn’t have been more shocked if Moses himself had said “I know what to do” holding onto the last 10.

And then FUCK if she didn’t come up with the most amazing science fiction thought right then and there that I honestly don’t know what else she could have said to have blown me away more.

In Thai she came up with this :

I want to create a society where at birth if born female that gender gets privileges like free international school, free food, and free clothes all provided by the male gender who at birth are required to be castrated.

I’ve never spat up food before laughing until I heard her say that.  After my last Salsa class I had danced around the condo showing off my moves for her a little bit before sitting down to read an email that requested a castration session which I told her she could do so I wonder if she got the idea from that?

I mean I’ve started calling her Mistress Angel Wael because she has such innocent thoughts that only maybe Bambi would have more of, so to hear her say something like that is truly great.

“Pii Wael” I began again after she finished her conversation, “we have to talk about the condo.”  I said in a cautious way similar to how one might dip her toe in a swimming pool to test the temperature of the water.

Cautiously because we were about to talk about issues that I thought were beyond her scope of thinking.  This is a girl that had resigned herself a few years ago to living in a broken down room half the size of a prison cell because her Thai boyfriend had abandoned her and her kids, and had the bank not only foreclose on her tiny house but seized her bank account for three years from his choice to pay the whiskey bottle rather than the mortgage.  I told you in my Fatal Attraction story that I have this medieval image in my mind that I’m hoping an artist creates for me which addresses this problem, it’s all too familiar of a story of village life.

My clients, and by that association, her clients deserve as close to a 5 star experience when coming for sessions which means the condo we work out of must look the part.  To get that feel I chose a newly built condo without the amenities that I enjoy like a gym, a swimming pool, a garden and went for a very convenient and safe location with a 5 star look to it.

Those who follow my Twitter have known for a while that I’ve been searching for a new much more luxurious condo closer to the heart of the city where my clients stay and as of September 1st I’ll be moving from my Uncle’s house finally at the age of 28 to live in a super sweet 2 bedroom condo on Soi 11 a minute away from Nana Skytrain station.  Which leaves the question that needed to be discussed with Mistress Wael, what do we do with the On Nut condo that I’ve rented for her to stay in, the place we’ve done our sessions for the past year?

This is ‘shit or get off the pot’ time for Jr. Mistress Wael as she has to choose whether she wants to go back to being a cook in the hotel for 12 hours a day making 20,000 baht a month or make that in a week doing her Tease & Denial Massage sessions which she has built up a very loyal and ever growing clientele for.  I know her desire would be to take the safer impoverished way as that’s what has been taught to her since childhood.   I shed myself of that shit way of thinking in Sydney and ever since I’ve come back I’ve had this “fuck this shit” attitude that can’t be helped.  I’ve been to Oz Auntie Em and fuck the ruby slippers, I didn’t wanna go back home.

Mistress Wael decided to engage her entrepreneurial side and will be doing her Tease & Denial Massage sessions from the same condo or double mistress sessions from mine.  I’m so happy that she chose to do so, my responsibility now is to profile her more on my website because she certainly pleases the older demographic of people who send session requests.

On my side I just need to give part of my new penthouse condo a seductive bdsm theme, and then get an elite Lady Boy to join the team.

The new condo is on Soi 11 at Nana station within 5 minutes of almost every hotel you guys stay at, while Wael’s condo is still 12 minutes away.  All the place needs is for September to roll around so I can move in and add a little bit of sexy to the place

Thai Mistress | Goddess Pasaya | Born to be Sexy by goddess-pasaya

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Finding My Pussy

I want you to find my pussy, so we’re going to play a game.

Here in this link is a collage of 8 beautiful pussies , one of which may or may not be mine.

• Every time you want to make an official guess you must tribute me $50 by purchasing either a GiftRocket gift card or an Amazon Gift Card.
• For each incorrect official guess, I will remove the incorrect choice for you by displaying an ‘X’ on the incorrect pussy, and then re-uploading the photo.  So this blog post will be updated until the game is completed, you should bookmark it now.
• The cost to play will go up by $10 for each incorrect guess.
• I will not respond to any questions, nor will I provide any clues except one.  The clue you seek is in one of my other blog stories.
• Incorrect guesses will be called out and humiliated on my Twitter

Oops,  did I forget to mention that since my pussy, which is attached to my perfect ass is the best looking pussy according to me … well … it just goes to say that any man who dishonors me by choosing incorrectly will be punished by being refused the right to play with yourself.  The length of the punishment is a base 7 days + 1 extra day for each pussy photo I have crossed off the link photo.   Which means if you guys fucking choose 6 wrong pussies in a row leaving only 2, then the punishment for choosing wrong at that point is 2 weeks of abstinence.

One last point.  This game is closed to the few lucky slaves who graduated from worshiping my feet to worshiping my ass and have seen the prize up close and can therefore properly identify my junk.

The winner … gets a 1 year free membership to this site, so you’ll be seeing photos, videos, and stories others will soon be paying to see.

Happy hunting boys.

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Teasing the Boys in Bali

I realize I haven’t done a sexy story in a few weeks and it occurred to me that what might be super hot to you might be something that I don’t even think twice about.  And so, in thinking about what to write about from my vacation in Bali I considered what I might have done that would drive you nuts and when putting myself in your shoes I realized that pretty much everything I did would have made your balls turn blue and ache.

Starting with my spread, a 5 star private villa with virgin white queen sized beds that were sprinkled with flower pellets every night when I returned home alone at 5am.  Given all the unbelievably hot men that clung to me on the dance floor each night it would have been so easy to take one of those hunks back home to turn the tables on them each night.  The warm breeze from the beach blowing in through the veiled canopy of the bed would have made my nipples stand up as I straddled these boys letting them see my perky little breasts glimmer in the moonlight.

No, instead I’d collapse tipsy into my pillows and plunge my hand into my soaking wet pussy every night to give myself relief from wanting to fuck those boys silly all night.  But that’s not how the game is played at these high levels and it’s fucking torturous not allowing myself to give into what I want.  If we were back in Bangkok I’d be going over from which guy would I benefit the most by offering him a hint of my pussy and ass but on vacation there are no such rules to abide by.  One by one they’d come to me, each hotter than the one before and one by one I’d give them every indication that I’d be taking them home to fuck until the sun came up.

Then each one I’d leave holding his dick in his hand on the sidewalk as I’d get in the taxi without even giving so much as a goodbye kiss on the cheek.  That’s the discipline.  That’s what’s required to ensure that when I do open my legs it’s completely on my terms and never letting a guy forget that those terms require a hell of a lot more than looks.

It’s truly remarkable just how many hoops a guy will jump through when made to do so.  It’s equally remarkable how primal fucking can be for men.  I lost count of how many guys would pose for selfies with me just so they could get close enough to me long enough to press their rock hard dick onto my ass.  Given the two extremes of possible male behavior, I find it fascinating that each male would rather choose to chase the pussy they can’t get instead of taking the girls that are literally willing to suck their cock on the dance floor.

To that end, I don’t know what I’m teaching each guy as the taxi pulls away from the club at 5am leaving them standing there to contemplate what just happened.  These are model looking men that each had a handful of girls to choose from yet each of the 5 nights I’d lead them to be stranded at the curb scratching their head.  Men want a challenge.  I think there is such a dearth of women who play impossible to get well enough that it makes males crave the hunt more than they crave the nasty.

Anyways, enough of the sexy shit.  Bali’s done, Turkey is on the horizon next month but between now and then are a whole lot of sessions that have to get done.  Before I get to those though I want to say that earlier tonight just a few kilometers from my home many people who were innocently going about their lives suddenly in less than a millisecond ceased to exist.  It hasn’t been lost on me yet that just a few hours before my taxi passed through that intersection on the way home from the airport.  Out of a million things to say I’ll only say this.

Mistress Jaa for the longest time had on the first page of this website a message that read : “Be happy, because you never know the future.”

Be happy everybody.

pasaya xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Rebranding | Winds of Change

Change begins when the pain of staying the same becomes greater than the pain of changing.  Change takes time though.  It takes time for the seeds to begin growing within, time to understand and process, time for the growth to mature, and time for the old self to die and fall away.

When Jaa¹ left me in charge of this website she inadvertently planted those seeds of creativity in my mind.  However the scope for major change is always limited by both stagnation and procrastination, one attracting the other like mosquitoes to a still pool of water and ultimately it’s desperation not inspiration that start the engine of productivity.   For me that desperation came from being comfortable waiting for the growth to mature, it felt wasteful.  Try to walk by my side one day and you’ll get a feel for the swiftness of how I always want to get to where I’m going.

I’m changing again, like a disease that mutates except this is a good disease in that I know what it wants.  It wants to turn me into something else.  That’s not too terrible is it?  Most people would give anything to be turned into something else.

In this case, I want to turn myself into an artist, one who expresses femdom as the art form it truly is.  The second coming of Vātsyāyana perhaps , rewriting the Kama Sutra of modern day seduction.  To accomplish that, the old self had to die and fall away, regardless of how successful she was.  It’s one thing to be successful, it’s quite another to be the very best at what one does.

It’s hard to explain to you my vision.

I’m sure though Vātsyāyana , Aphrodite, Rati or Freyja would have been bemused at the frivolousness  of Twitter, Facebook and the like.  I too choose not to portray my intelligence in 140 characters or less, the square root of which being the average intelligence level of the men following that ilk.

Instead I demand a higher class of man, one who would take the time to appreciate the depth of this website.  For him this site is a veritable imaginarium, a gateway to understanding one’s fantasies.  It’s why although I start out in your mind as a Goddess, I end up being your therapist in most cases.

Change is the only constant.  I have to throw a rock into the pond every now and then to upset the mosquitos.

Go ahead, scratch your head all you want, it’ll all be clear soon and I guarantee you when you see it you’ll all collectively say “ahhhh”

Isn’t that what a good therapist does anyways?  haha

Jaa²

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Piss Cocktail | My Bloody Mary

The most wonderful moment for a man is that instant where a beautiful woman is about to pull down her panties for the first time and reveal the shape, size and contour of her bush, pussy and ass.  To my advantage, that’s also the time men are the most susceptible to suggestion.

I played the panty strip part for all the juice I could get out of it today, as I ran my fingers down past my navel, clinched a bit of the tiny fabric on each side of my luscious hips and pressed the top little hairs of my trimmed pussy to his face as i pulled them down inch by inch.  It’s a trick, I admit it.  If I did the same thing from a far it’d be a show for his gawking eyes to savor like a juicy steak being presented before your eyes at El Gaucho Steakhouse here in Bangkok.  Instead, by pressing myself up against him I stole his vision from him and though to this minute he may convincingly tell himself that he did get to see my cute little pussy just the opposite is true.

That’s not to say he didn’t enjoy feeling my pubic hair brush up against his mouth as my panties slipped down over my ass, he most certainly did.  What he did not enjoy however was the blindfold going over his eyes just as the panties hit the floor.

I grabbed him by his hair and basically pussy pushed him until he bent backwards over his knees finally resting his head on the floor with me straddling over top of him.  By doing that I removed any chance of his fingers accidentally curling up and grabbing either the lace of my Victoria Secret lingerie bottoms or my blood stained maxi pad that lay within.

In the cute sweet innocent voice I sink into when I want my men to do things for me, I simply asked him to open his mouth and traced the outline of his lips with my finger flicking his tongue once as it came out of it’s hole in a worm like fashion looking for a taste of something sweet.

I might have the best tasting shit in the world but I’m not much of a water drinker so there’s no trace parts of mango flavor sifting around in my urine stream i’m pretty sure.  My yellow concoction is an exercise in determination for most to get it down the hatch without projectile flinging it back up into my hole seconds thereafter.  So to add any more unwanted flavor to the mix is downright cruel punishment.

As I told you men at this point are very susceptible to suggestion.  A few suggestive thoughts like the one in the photo to your left pretty much makes him convince himself that no matter how much blood and salt he’s about to receive, the taste will go down as smooth as an 18 year old shot of Scotch Whiskey.

Not only did he drink my Bloody Mary cocktail for an entire minute without spilling a drop, his first word after his last swallow was simply “delicious” spoken just as a drop of red pee fell from his lip to his chin.

I never force a man to do anything, there is no need.  With a well timed suggestion he will simply force himself to do that which I merely ask.

jaa xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Turkey | No Glasses Required

I understand fully now why Turkish people are so proud of their country, it is truly a wonderful and fascinating place and I feel so lucky to have experienced it.  Is the grass always greener on the other side though?

Sitting in the taxi on the way back from the airport this morning, looking out the window blandly at all things familiar I longed for the feeling of wonder and amazement that I had for the past seven days.

I was thinking, “you guys can’t possibly look the window at the same things I’m seeing with the same feeling of excitement that I had in Istanbul can you?”  Or maybe you can.  Maybe you don’t focus on the decaying buildings, the annoying traffic, the pollution, the endless wats and instead choose to see Bangkok with rose colored glasses.

As soon as I’m back I feel the poverty, corruption, doublethink hypocrisy cover me like a corrosive ooze.  I opened my Line to see what people have posted on their wall and to my amusement I found three people had posted the exact same thought : “I’m so sick of Bangkok.”

It’s not that one gets sick of Bangkok itself, I think it’s a pretty cool city all in all, but what eats at people is going along with the bullshit of what it’s presented as being and having to live with the truth of what this place really is silently.

Turkey didn’t seem to me to have that at all, or am I looking at it through the same rose colored glasses?

Walking down the streets of Istanbul I never had the notion that I could be spontaneously stopped, interrogated and extorted, but maybe I was blind.

I went to see many tourist places and from what I saw there was only the single admission fee regardless if it was a tourist paying to get in or a Turkish resident.  Strange.

(The full photo gallery of my trip including shots of my typical poses beside everything cool is available to those who know me, just email me for the link)

So what’s the deal?

I saw some of the Syrian beggars that I had read about, but that seems to be a genuine problem rather than the more depressing type I see every day here.  On the last day there I read about a bomb in a more southern city that made me think that maybe I am in a dangerous place and there is a lot more going on around me than I thought.

It was hard to focus on anything bad though when everything I saw and the vibe I felt was awesome.  That’s how I want to remember it, just a fantastic place to visit with warm friendly people and very delicious food.

No glasses required.

Jaa xx

misc:  Hey, Mario 38yo from Italy.  What’s up with your email address?  You keep saying hope never dies in every email and it’s not because I’m ignoring you, it’s that every time I reply to your yahoo email address it gets rejected saying that email doesn’t exist.

I can see you Friday, it’s the only time I have available for a session before Sunday but you’re gonna have to give me an email I can actually reply to.

Thanks for expressing yourself though, you actually show an IQ of somebody I’d like to meet.

Slave Toilet Bitch, thank you, I’ve accepted your application.  From this point on I am controlling what you eat, when you eat it, where you can go, how much you can spend.  Do well and in time you will have the privilege of tasting the most delicious meal in Thailand with a perfect air tight mouth to ass seal.  So no smell, only the exquisite taste of my poo.

Speaking of smell, where the fuck is my perfume Mr. Pattaya paypig Xy?  I’m back from Turkey and no payment ready for me nor my perfume waiting in my mailbox?  Do I need to pull your scrotum over your head.   Get on it.

I’ve re-posted 30 of the 122 blog stories.  It takes a while to categorize them, make them comply with SEO needs, and tidy up the links.  I aim to have them all back up by the end of the month which seems long but the end result will be worth it.  The blog needed to be organized so you can easily find specific content related to your particular fetish and I had to start this long process now before it got out of hand.  Everything I’m doing will all make sense by October 1st, and while you’ll all be saying “ahhhh” every other mistress wannabe will be saying “fuuuuuck” lol

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> A Social Experiment

Stunning , beautiful, gorgeous, hot, sexy, goddess-like :  all words guys use to describe me when they see my photos , followed by “better than your photos” when they see me in person.  What’s changed though and what I really hoped would happen as I redesign my website and reconfigure the rules by which I present myself on the web is that I’m attracting session inquiries from very interesting and intellectual gentlemen.

Goddess,
Again it was such a pleasure to receive your response…and yes thank you so much for both sets
of photos!! You look simply stunning in your vacation pics and you can just imagine the effect the
others had!! I feel I am already under your spell and we have yet to meet!!

That’s very nice. I’m happy for you. I haven’t been to Turkey yet.

I’ll be waiting for the blog to come up.

And by the way, you look beautiful on the photos

Hi

Thanks for the reminder, you really are stunning.

I haven’t been to Turkey yet, but it’s on my list. Did you go to Istanbul? Pleasure or work or I guess work and pleasure?

That’s a great trade-off and it’s been a very interesting social experiment this month.

The trade off being the decrease in the number of 5 word session inquiries from guys who are shell shocked when they see my photos and blurt something out to me that barely makes sense because their right hand is pumping their dick mercilessly while trying to get a message off to me.  Fuck that, I’ve for the longest time wanted to see if I could trade quantity of session inquiries for a higher quality of replies.  To do so, I’ve had to find a way to get rid of the guys who’ve watched The Flintstones as if it were a documentary.  I’ve had to get rid of the destitute Indian guys who fantasize they are Sultans of Dubai and I’ve had to eject the creepy Scooby-Doo stalker type guys as well.

So let me tell you the pinnacle moment of my frustration that set these changes about.  I was on the Skytrain 3.5 weeks ago and was getting off at Siam station when a guy who was boarding suddenly out of the corner of my eye got off and began following me and I was keenly aware of him doing so.  Now I get picked up and hit on 2-3 times a day, it just goes along with the territory when you stand out from the crowd in terms of looks and I’m ok with that.  But this guy had that creepy vibe to him, the kind that would send shivers down my spine if I had been walking alone at night in a less populated place.

Then suddenly just before I reached the escalator he lunged out and caught my right arm with such force that it spun me around to face him and when I did he just stood there with a drooling type of smile.  All he managed to blurt out was “I know you.”

Wanting to get away from him I blocked his statement by replying “I doubt that you do.”

He came back with “you’re the girl who does the phone sex on Night Flirt, I know your face I have it memorized.”

Now just think for a minute how fucking creepy it is to not only hear that, but to suddenly realize that for this guy to grab me so assuredly like that there must me some scary ass truth to what he is saying.  I though for a moment where I was, with two security guys at each station, hundreds of people around me and video cameras everywhere I decided to entertain this guy for a while to see where he was coming from.

“No I’m not, but I don’t doubt that you know me, can you show me my profile please?”  I said , still thinking that for sure he’d take out his phone and type in the url of this website jaa4u.com to show me the photos from my gallery I’ve had up for half a year.

So get this, he didn’t just show me my profile on one website, he showed me it on three in total.  It was at that moment that I put one and one together and for the first time the answer wasn’t two, it was over 100.  As in, creepy people have been taking my facial photos because I’m so photogenic, and using them to promote anything from phone sex websites to 100’s of dating profiles.  Well, I’m not Svetlana from Belarus looking for an American husband, sorry to burst your bubble.

What you see now on jaa4u is artsy me when my hair only came down to the middle of my back, it now goes to the tip of my ass so you can pretty much summarize that those were photos I did a year ago when I first met my bdsm photographer.  That was my first ever photo shoot and we’ve since gelled nicely in the two photo shoots we’ve done since, the ones you saw previously here.  Those photos are now the ones I share to you once we’ve been talking and I feel confident you’re not the future owner of kazakhastanbrides.ru trying to profile me as your leading bridal candidate.

The next gallery I’m booked to shoot at the end of the month and they are going to be the hottest FemDom photos on the internet.  Like I’ve been updating you in the footer of each page, this is a vision in progress and visions don’t come cheap.  They take money, planning, hard work, with special people and props to  assist in realizing the dream.  The cost and patience of I’m fine with as I”m not just here to participate in my country’s FemDom scene, I’m here to take over all of South East Asia and beyond.

Have you ever bought a burger at McDonald’s and immediately after the first godawful bite asked yourself what ever possessed you to eat there in the first place?

The answer is branding.

What you’re seeing develop here right now is a similar branding in it’s infancy, the groundwork having been laid by the first Mistress Jaa , and honestly it won’t completely make sense to you until the vision has progressed a bit more.  But it will make sense soon, in the meantime keep your hand off your dick and enjoy watching the development.

Jaa xx

or

tafkap  xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Cuckold Session | Chapter 2

Cuckold Session Chapter 2 is a continuation of Chapter 1 here.

I left the half empty bottle on top of the fridge and went to fetch Boston from the bathroom and upon opening the door to see what he was up to i caught him propped over the sink with his left elbow holding him up and his right hand working his dick with his jeans and underwear hanging around his knees.

“I can’t do anything with a guy in the room, i can’t even get it up in here” he cussed with frustration spanking his thing around like it was a tether ball.  Seeing him standing there like that for me was hot and tempted as I was to say something trivially smart like how ‘I’ could make him hard I instead went for something a little bit bigger to cure my desire.

There are two things that turn me on so much that when I play with myself alone in my room they are the only two things that I allow into my mind to fantasize about.  One is obviously the need to take control of the situation and have the man wrapped around my finger or have him willfully submit or beg me.  The second fantasy is considerably harder to explain, I really cannot put into words why I have had this fantasy since a very very young age.  It doesn’t mesh, isn’t symbiotic with, nor supports my first desire of having the man under my control at all.  It’s such a polar opposite desire that I have spent many a night pondering why the seed exists in my mind in the first place.  I’m talking about the desire to be raped.

It’s not that i need a man to control me or be dominant with me, I’ve had that with many lovers already.  It’s not that I want to be slapped or hurt either.  Not once has my fantasy ever materialized in a dream with me being hurt.  What I can summarize is that it comes from dominating men so much that it’s almost like i’m daring one of them to fight me back and give me a challenge.  None have.  The moment men realize that the pussy they are after is not as accessible as they had thought they shy away at the challenge.  Yes for most it would be a useless challenge but just like the same 100 men who send me an introduction letter to my dating site profile, one of those guys will eventually be a winner.  Eventually i have to choose one right?

So many men have fallen into the faceless abyss of men begging to see me on my Line that I hardly ever see a message that interests me anymore.  So suddenly while looking at Boston’s sexy body in the bathroom bent over holding his cock I got the urge to make him the guy that would give me my fantasy.  I wanted this to be that minute because if he could make it real enough, I desperately wanted to know what the cuckold would do.  Would he in fact, upon sensing that I was being forcefully raped beside him, let go of his cuckold role and come to my aid, or is the cuckold mindset so strong that he would remain useless to me unless directly instructed by me to come help.  The latter of the two possible scenarios being what I was hoping for, an act of such deep submission that would cater to my first fantasy while if Boston could simulate the rape properly I would simultaneously be getting my second fantasy.  The orgasm from that would be spectacular.

With both hands holding the doorway i leaned in a little closer to Boston so he could hear me whisper my challenge, “if you can get these jeans off of me and find a way to get your cock an inch into my pussy i’ll let you fuck me”  That got his attention immediately, his face looked like a teacher had just woken him up in class and was trying to make sense of what had been asked of him.

He only said “whoa hold it a minute” turning to face me at the doorway.

Dammit it’s like going fishing and seeing the fish follow the lure back to the boat but not biting.  Curious, but not hungry enough … yet.

“whoa” meant more than any words i could come back with to entice him to go forward with my idea.  Putting myself in his shoes for a second I got a sense that his desire for my pussy wasn’t nearly enough to excuse the strangeness of this situation I had put him in.  There was already another man in the room which was already attacking a male taboo, to ask him to force me out of my pants could look like a setup perhaps.  I’m Thai, and worse, I’m a Thai lady, and that carries so many stereotypes with it that life is always like starting a game being down 4-0 to begin always.  I needed to do something to suggest I was anything but a stereotypical Thai girl and the only thing that came to mind was to propose that this whole thing was a bad idea and that i’d rather just go home for the evening.

I turned away from him dejectedly and marched over to the bed to put on my high heel shoes, thereafter picking up my black hand purse from the night table beside the bed.

“whoa whoa where are you going, what are you doing?” he said stepping in front of me with his arms out like a traffic cop.

“I shouldn’t have said that, bad idea, let’s just call it off here cuz i’m gonna go home.” making my voice sound as disinterested and my body actions as distracted as I possibly could.  For as long as there have been humans the male mind and his dick have been at war.  From his dick comes primal desires, and the actions that his penile brain is in constant turmoil to control but it’s the higher thoughts from the human brain that bring the dick only woe and grief.  The strings of reason in between those two realms are hopelessly flimsy and its there inside that forever weakened space that I attack.

He pushed his cork back into his waterskin locking it inside with a snap of his pant waist button.  With his zoo animal secured he reached out to my shoulder.  “I can do that” Boston offered.

“Too late” i said brushing his hand off my blouse instead bending down to put on my shoes giving him a nice look at my ass in doing so.  “Let me” was his reply breathing out forcefully through his nose as both hands grabbed around my waist looking for my zipper.  But the grip was playful akin to how an old man would embrace his walker, not nearly as forceful as I wanted him to hold me.

I slipped into my Goddess skin as quickly as a chameleon changes its colors and turning quickly to catch him by surprise I slapped him across his face, maybe a bit too hard as the momentum of my spin added to the force and his head snapped violently for a second to his right.  He hesitated for half a heartbeat, and then grabbed for the front of my jeans.

I”m forty something kilos soaking wet and yet he had yanked me with the force of someone moving a training dummy in a gym.  So much so that my head snapped backward momentarily before accelerating into his chin just as he was leaning in to kiss me.  The comical aftermath of the collision caused him to stagger backwards into the foyer wall and I saw a trickle of blood pour down his heavily cut lip to his chin and splash on the floor beside a tiny black spider which had been making its way across the room.  It looked up and said emphatically  “STOP,  breaking the fourth wall is a bad idea.”

Agreed, but it has to be done.  Because if I had told you from the start that ‘Boston’ is my boyfriend, well you wouldn’t all have your dicks in your hand while you’re reading this like you all do.  When it comes to eroticism, guys say it isn’t like it is … but it do.  Since this is an actual recount of what went on in that session I’ve gotta tell you that seeing my boyfriend, a One FC fighter, one who has never been knocked out, standing there slumped against the wall with his eyes rolled to the back of his head and blood streaming down his chin onto the floor was one of the single most horrifying and yet hilarious moments of my life.

A short list of things that were running through my mind at that very second:

• If I have to call an ambulance because he’s knocked out in a room with a mistress and a tied up cuckold that’ll pretty much be on every newspaper in South East Asia by the morning and most likely end his fighting career. I have aspirations of being the most famous mistress in the region but not like that.

• I, Miss 5 foot whatever and 45 kilos soaking wet had knocked this Goliath of a man out on his feet, kind of making me David without having to go through an awkward sex transformation.  Cool.

• Ten feet away from me, slumped over a hotel bed has got to be one suddenly terrified cuckold who’s about to make a run for it -naked and hands bound – to the lift down the hall.  Did I just limit the press coverage of this session gone wrong to South East Asia?  Ya, this is New York Times kinda stuff going down in real time.

• One fucking week of careful preparation had just flown out the window in a nanosecond.  You think arranging a perfect cuckold fantasy for my client is easy?  You have no idea the amount of coercing I had to do to not only trick Boston to fly in to see me but to then to get him to agree to fuck in front of this guy – well I had to throw in a rape fantasy to sweeten the pot.

• Finally, my last but most important thought was that I was fucking horny as hell a moment ago and I had as much pussy sweat dropping on the floor from my leg as my boy had blood dropping on the floor from his nose.  Nonetheless, I wanted to get laid.  Badly.

I quickly tallied up what I still had going for me.  One, thankfully Boston didn’t fall over and crack his head on the floor so not having a concussed boyfriend with brain leakage was a big plus.  Two, the fucking realism of the situation for the cuckold must have been at a record breaking high and I’ll be dammed if I was going to let something that spectacular slip away.  Be it accidental or not the session had a chance to go from being a Ford to a Bentley, but I had to act fast.

So I did.  I laughed.  Then just before Boston came to his wits and blurted out “what the fuck …” to ruin everything by shouting out my real name …  I slapped him.

Then of course I did what every sensible tiny person would do after bitch slapping The Hulk, I ran … towards the bed but I gave Boston’s dick a quick squeeze through his jeans before I did hoping he’d pick up on the improvisational cue.

Ya it was a risky thing to do but let me tell you about the rules of poker when it comes to men.  “Hulk Fuck” trumps “Hulk Smash” any day of the week.  As I hit the bed and slumped over it I pulled my jeans down a hair just at the last second which is like hanging a crane magnet over a car … my ass being the magnet, Boston’s dick being the car.

My heart thumped to the cadence of his steps as he raced across the room and after he jerked my shirt half way up my back I felt more the drip of warm blood on my back than I felt my jeans being yanked down to my ankles.  I looked up at the cuckold guy to see his face a foot away from mine on the other side of the bed, his forehead completely covered with beads of sweat.  He must have been in that zone where time stands still for he never blinked once as he shifted his gaze from me at first and then to this huge cut muscled guy taking me from behind with blood dripping off his chin onto my back.

When Boston rested his dick against my ass it was the horniest moment of my life.  Not only were we playing out a rape fantasy that we had talked about for ages but we were doing it in front of a cuckold that was surely experiencing the most terrifying moment of his life.

It wasn’t at all how I had planned to set it up, which in retrospect would have seemed fake as hell, but I had somehow reached that moment which begged the question I wanted answered in the first place.

As Boston pushed my head to the bed I looked at cucky sideways with a fake grimace and forced out an equally fake gasp as I asked him with a quiver in my voice ..

“He’s going to fuck me, are you going to do something about it?”  and then I continued after a slight pause, “or are you going to just watch?”

…. continued in Chapter 3 tomorrow.

Meanwhile , who’s the sexiest ladyboy of these 5?  Read the story, or just cast your vote.  Thanks.

Jaa xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> What’s An Accomplished Submissive?

Hi Dan, how have you been? Hey thank you for the link to the Exit to Eden movie. While the whole movie is quite bad the serious femdom scenes like the pool one are super hot don’t you agree? Except for the pool scene, that submissive boy wasn’t punished enough for either his talking out of place or for his peeks. A truly trained submissive is there for his mistress’s desires not for his own and though human nature, especially in a man, will create cravings of a sexual nature, if he is well trained he will have the self discipline to keep those urges in place.

A good goddess would know what urges she is creating , would take notice of how her submissive boy is reacting and punish or reward him later. This is why some guys in my sessions never make it past worshiping my feet, and they think I’m being disinterested or unduly mean to them. No, it’s because while kissing my feet he has his hands on his dick pleasuring himself demonstrating to me that he is there for his own pleasure. Which is fine, it’s his 2 hours and he’ll be told to let go of his dick or put in chastity but I noted in my mind that he had to be told , and therefore to me he is still a boy in training and not yet an accomplished submissive.

Imagine if I suddenly let that guy enjoy the face sitting part of his training, he wouldn’t be able to keep his tongue in his mouth for more than 2 seconds and most likely his hands would shoot to his dick and he’d cum within 20 seconds. There has to be rules of behaviour put in place before any progression.

Same with things that you like such as being a table. What is that fetish, do you know what are you doing when you serve me as such? Well you are ultimately providing comfort for me while also satisfying a need. But left unchecked, a piece of human furniture can be improperly trained as well.

I once had a slave who I allowed to live in my condo for 3 days to test if I’d allow him to be a full time submissive servant for 6 months.  He was instructed to wait outside the bathroom shower stall on his knees with my towel across his back. For the first two days I’d put my shower robe on before opening the curtain so he never saw any of my body and he served me well. On the third day I opened the curtain naked and whereas the first two days he allowed me to sit on him so that I could put my baby powder on my body, then my cream, and perfume and then leave him to clean up the bathroom floor for me before cooking me breakfast while I changed … well the third day that all went to shit.

He saw me naked, sat up, wanted to hold me by my thighs and thought putting his nose into my pussy was what I wanted. I got up, went to his cage, got the clothes he brought in his little brown backpack and told him I no longer needed his services.

So like I said, the fetish you have, it has a purpose. It shouldn’t just be something you enjoy doing for your own pleasure. When perfectly performed, it goes far beyond silly tasks like letting me eat off of you. It’s a convenience for me, the level of which is controlled by you.  That’s why I say that an accomplished submissive is one that needs to be trained and unfortunately it’s not something that I can teach in a single 2 hour session.

In Exit to Eden the men, supposedly submissive, simply talk too often.  Having a live in submissive servant is entirely different than having a live in boyfriend.  The need for conversation in a relationship is something desired by both, but in a servants role your job should be to not only make my life as comfortable as possible but to do so by being as invisible as one can.  Last time I checked, the table in my living room didn’t talk.  It’s never asked me for something and I’ve never had to think for a second about it’s needs.  The minute I need to do that, the table ceases to become a table and becomes something else.

That’s not to say I wouldn’t engage in conversation.  But it’s like the operating system in the movie “Her” , I want to talk to the operating system on my terms, when I have a need to do so.  I thought the relationship in that movie was uniquely parallel to what a submissive / goddess relationship should be like, right up until the point where the OS initiated a conversation with him in the bedroom.  At that moment, she ceased to become an unobtrusive operation system, and instead crossed the line into becoming a relationship partner, something he neither asked for nor needed.  Not surprisingly, the relationship ended soon after, as it would with anyone I was considering if he crossed that line.

I’m looking forward to our session, please don’t be fearful of what I”m writing to you here.  I’m just letting you know the depth to which your fetish and fantasy can be explored with me.  You’ll begin to experience that when we meet.  Until then, re watch the video you sent me, and look not for the basic sexiness of the slave mistress relationship, but look at the flaws in how it is presented as opposed to how it should be if such a relationship were to be carried out in real life.

Jaa xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> How to Catch Your Thai GF Lying

“Why do I even have to think about how to catch my Thai girlfriend lying?”

Well because 90% of us do while 80% of you don’t think we do so you do the math.  I decided today to say fuck it and add this story to my Opinion category which I use to educate you the best I can about stuff that’s never spoken about.  To which you may or may not listen but at least you’ll be aware of the games that go on.

I guess before I start letting the cat out of the bag I should talk about myself first and where my morals lay.  I try to emulate my friend Jaa of whom I’ve assumed not only her name but I’ve tried to capture all the great things about her personality as well, the one of which I admire the most being her honesty.  It’s a trait that’s really fucking hard to come by in this country and by that I mean it’s non existent.  So when I do come across somebody who is as virtuous as she, and now Wael which is why I chose her as well to represent this website with me, I take a moment to really look at why somebody would choose to be so honest even at the cost of being solitary.

Whether it’s Jaa 1 , or now me as Jaa 2 or my friend Wael we all share something in common which is solitude.  Jaa, she lives alone with hardly any friends … sorry babe if you’re reading this, I’m just saying it like it is right?   Wael, she has one friend and because of me and what I did today she might not even have that now … which stresses my point even more that when you choose to cut out the bullshit from your life, not many people want to be around you.

I happen to be born and raised at ground zero of bullshit central.

Ya I was able to get away from it for a while living oversees but that just made the bullshit soup seem even thicker when I came back.  Am I a part of that bullshit?  I try not to be.  For example, in Turkey I was hanging with my babe when he asked me out of the blue a hypothetical question that what would I do if a guy came up to me and asked me out, would I entertain the idea?

Look I’m not stupid.  I was able to experience Turkey at his expense in super VIP style so I’m quite aware the obvious answer would be to not blink and answer straight back “of course not.”  Truthfully though, the answer i said was yes I would go sit at Starbucks and have a coffee with someone who was bold enough to come up and start a conversation with me in the first place.  The carry through of that scenario then was “would you go sleep with him if you hit it off?” and the true answer then to that was no I wouldn’t.  I’m three things , a goddess, a flirt and a tease and it ends there.  It has been the countless lunch dates that have led me to understand men as well as I do.

Straight from the top of my head, I’d say the average good looking dude has had about 50 – 100 lunch dates by the time he’s my age, 28.

I’ve had close to 1000.

I’ve fucked none.

That should give you an idea of how hard it is to get into my pants, I have higher standards than other girls and my guy understands and appreciates that.  Still, not the smartest damn answer to say at that moment but I’m always willing to pay the consequences of speaking my mind and keeping things real.  As was Jaa and as Wael does for her life.  I like to think this is and has been a website of really reputable people.

So let me tell you about how much wanting to be truthful has gotten me in a lot of shit today and from my recount of what went down you’ll be able to pick up a neat trick that you might not have thought about that could at the very least give some clarity to your relationship.

Mistress Wael has but one friend who I mentioned in a previous story, she’s the one who went to Sweden for a month.  Actually I think I was a bit of a bitch when I wrote that story because I was suggesting he was using her as a live in fuck toy for the month she was there and compensating her 20,000 baht only which to me is a bigger bargain than anything else you’ll find for sex in Bangkok.  Turns out though that I was wrong, he actually likes her and he’s just tight like that because he doesn’t trust her even though he loves her.

I get asked by Wael to go for some street food with this guy and the girl he took to Sweden – Mai to be an interpreter for her so that she can clearly get her message across clearly that evening.  This girl has an agenda that she’s obviously played out before signalling rough waters ahead for Sven.  Free pussy time for this guy was about to come to an end,  I was right of course, the message which came at the end of some bullshit backstory that I had to deliver was that she wanted him to pay 200,000 baht for some property.  Aha , THERE’S the missing 0 for her trip to Sweden, she knew it all along and now she was going after it.

That’s an uncomfortable spot to be put it for a foreigner.  It’s that moment where you’re being asked to commit or go fish some place else.

But then fuck, this guy was actually considering it because his reply was to say “Am I truly the only love in your life?”

She replied with “darling, yes.” and then she pushed her phone to his side of the table and offered “check my phone darling I have only you.”  Red flags everywhere, my bullshit meter just went off the scale.

He opened her Skype, her Line, her WhatsApp, and her Facebook chat histories to find no history whatsoever of course of any conversations with any other guy.  Now if she was a professional she’d have a second or third phone but she’s kind of homely looking and to me it looks like she’s one of the millions just trying to get by day to day so no money for that the way some Nana girls have.

Somebody has to be the tiny light of reason trying to shine through the fog, if this guy couldn’t see the game that was being played with him 1 inch from his eyes, well somebody had to help him.

He had closed the apps and was tapping the edge of her phone nervously on the table quite possibly considering making a run to the atm for her and so I just blurted it out in a whisper to him.

“Really?”  There’s that word that gets me in trouble as much as it saves me.

I could feel all 6 eyes suddenly staring at me with tension and there’s nothing like a little wind of truth to blow away the cloud of bullshit that was hanging over the table so I continued.

“Open her Internet not her Apps” gesturing to her phone with my finger as I spoke.

He tapped the globe icon this time opening up and I looked right at Mai beside me as I followed through with “now go to Google Translate” and still didn’t see the horror in her eyes so either this girl was dumb as fuck or was even smarter than I had thought.

“Nothing” he says.

‘Now type in every letter of the alphabet and one at a time look down at suggestions Google gives you for sentences when you do, because that’s what she has typed in before.  Perhaps you should start with the letter I”

Mai starts talking to Wael in Thai because like 90% of Thai girls this level of English is above her and is exactly why Google Translate is needed to interpret all her conversations and replies unless she has somebody like me who would be willing to do it for her.  Hardly.  She was asking Wael what the hell I was telling him but it didn’t matter.  Most Thai girls have a basic understanding of the tools they use to communicate and don’t understand things like chat history, cookies, and how browser search functions keep a memory of things you’ve typed before.  So while this one knows to go back and wipe out conversations with other boyfriends before slyly sliding her phone across to Sven I was betting that she didn’t also have the foresight to go back and clear the cache on her browsers as well.

And there it was …

“I want to suck your cock.”

“I love you”

“I miss you so much.”

“I go to meet you now.”

I suggested that he try out the letter Y next because You doesn’t necessarily mean YOU, it’s more like 3rd person ‘you’ addressing the many many dicks that have been inside her while he’s been back in Sweden.

Dinner didn’t last long after that.  Sweden got up and left with Mai chasing after him crying crocodile tears but that’s fine with me, at least he wasn’t walking to the atm machine this time.  But it put me in a tough spot with Wael as she was sitting beside me with an “oh shit what just happened” look on her face.  Should I have said that?  Probably not.  Whatever, I’ll fix things between us, bullshit should never stand between friends.

I advise you guys to carry a bullshit meter at all times and have it finely tuned when you come here.  Keep this tool in your toolbox, it adds +3 to bullshit detection when used properly.

Jaa xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> BallBusting Session for $1,850 | OUCH!

While BallBusting is now my third most loved fetish session behind Tease & Denial and Foot Worship I’m a bit disappointed that while I am the one responsible for this latest session, it wasn’t me who physically ruptured the guys testicles.

I would have loved it if the Singaporean had come to Bangkok to test his balls against my spiked shoe however it wasn’t feasible for him to do so at the time so we needed to find a workaround to cure his lifelong curiosity of having his balls kicked by a Mistress.

However as you can see in our email exchange there seems to be a shortage of girls in Singapore who are willing to kick a guys balls through his teeth.  It’s not an ability you’re born with unfortunately, the talent comes from either desiring to be an MMA fighter or having met my ex boyfriend.  Luckily Singapore has a fine MMA gym at Evolve which isn’t at all cheap and I’m starting to get an idea of how poor fighters are, so all that needed to be done was to put one and one together to find a girl who’d want enough money for a free month’s training.  My bet was that girls would fight to get to the front of that lineup and I was certainly right, though legalities of it ate up a lot of time before the dream became reality.

The offer he put up on the notice board :

BallBusting Girl Wanted to Kick My Nuts, Willing to Pay $250

What he got was a box bull of resume’s from MMA stars who suddenly put BallBusting at the top of their resume.  $250 us dollars for 5 minutes work?  Offers like that don’t come around too often even for me, my last two BallBusting sessions have been 2 hours each.  Mind you, my BallBusting sessions are a whole lot sexier and playful that what he was asking for.  I don’t think he quite understood how hard a trained fighter can kick, be it a boy or a girl, it’s the technique that matters not the size.  This I know from my one month of Muay Thai classes which I was going to continue seriously until I found Salsa Dancing.

I also know from the video that the girl took it easy on him as she chose the front kick.  Had she angled herself off and swung with a Muay Thai kick she would have been able to turn her hips over more and the guy simply would have passed out.

My BallBusting sessions, seen below, are less severe because while the spikes on my shoes do hurt, they are greatly for show as I am hitting with the top part of my foot.  It doesn’t matter really if my BallBusting kick is just a tiny one or a full swing, I always hit with my foot unless asked specifically for a more serious kicking session.  To which I reply that a proper 2 hour BallBusting session simply cannot be done if the girl is performing a proper MMA kick.

A front kick to the groin or a Muay Thai kick is done with the shin, a far more devastating part of the body to connect with.  I’ve loaded my Muay Thai sessions to my iwantclips store, I’ll add the link here next week once all the paperwork is done for that store to be opened.  But you’ll see in the video that my teacher is constantly telling me in Thai to connect with the pad using my shin, it’s about the only thing I truly learned as he had to repeat it to me so often.

So the guy finally got a girl to do it if he would sign off on special paperwork that he would not hold her liable for any medical damage, a very wise move by her as you’ll find out in a moment.  They used a weight rack frame to tie his legs wide apart while binding his hands as well to prevent him from collapsing and causing head injury.

Here is the 7 second result of his lifelong BallBusting fantasy come true :

The guy had $1,500 of medical expenses afterwards:

One of my testicles was more than just bruised but it was self healing and didn’t require any minor surgery. On her second kick her shin smashed the ball on my pelvic bone and there was no place for it to go so it just compressed. The doctor said there was maybe a 5-10% rupture ( I told him I had a bicycling accident but I think he suspected different ). I don’t remember the 30 mins after and I couldn’t really move for 2-3 hours, it really hurt. I limped for a week and had to walk really slowly even after some good pain killers. Like I said, I can still feel it a little. I am ok though.

1500 for two BallBusting kicks is a lot but there was one last expense he still had to pay, it was after all my idea.

I guess having to pay me $100 for nothing more than a BallBusting suggestion is like another kick in the balls, but at least this injury was superficial … compared to the total cost of 2 BallBusting kicks which in total came to usd $1850.  Ouch indeed.

Jaa xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Ladyboy Vote | For Forced Bi Sessions

Hey, it came to my attention that my poll for the sexiest ladyboy who I’ll chose to come work with me for forced bi sessions had a flaw.  One of the ladyboy’s, Maggie, was using the photo of a Thai actress named Pinky who is actually a girl and not a ladyboy at all.  I don’t even have a tv so that show’s you how much I keep track of stars here.

So the results , which have her at 2nd place might not be as true as I had hoped.

Therefore, I’ve replaced her photo with her true self – how she looks as a ladyboy and I’m asking you guys to reconsider your vote if you are one of the ones who voted for her.  If she’s still your top pick for who you’d like to have a sexy forced bi session with then that’s fine, leave your vote as it is, no need to vote again.  If however you now think one of the other girls are better please redo your vote so that I have a clearer picture of what you guys consider to be beautiful in a ladyboy.

Right now with Yoshi in the lead and Bowling close behind, I get the feeling you like “sexy, cute, innocent” over “curvy, hot, exotic.”

That’s fine by me.  When doing a forced bi session I would prefer that you believe right to the last second that the girl who’s seduced you is actually a girl.  Then as she pulls down her panties and her dick is in your face, there won’t be all that much resistance from you as I take you by your hair and shove your mouth onto her cock until it’s impaled deep in your throat lol.

So once again here is the poll of the 5 ladyboy’s I’ve searched for whom I feel are the sexiest and most believable.  I’m asking you to pick the one you’d like to do everything for, no matter what surprise awaits you inside her panties

Jaa xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Weight Loss Domination | 29 Days In Hell

Weight Loss Domination Fact :  My slave hates my guts, while still being in love with me, what a strange dichotomy :).  Yesterday he yelled at me, screamed at me, and then threatened self mutilation with …  – what was it he said – “i’ll beat myself over the head with this fucking door if you don’t let me out of this.” – but that was before he threw himself to the ground and claimed he was going to kill himself instead by cracking his head into my floorboards.

Don’t mind him, he’s on day 24 of his 29 day long weight loss domination session and all I’m doing is abiding by his wishes that our weight loss domination contract not be broken no matter what the consequences.  I specifically told him before he signed the papers for his weight loss domination that the mental torture he’s about to experience will be severe and unimaginable and that as a lifestyle mistress entering into such a commitment with me is life altering.  He claimed he had experiences with other mistresses before as a live in slave and that he could handle such an “adventure” as he called it.  I saw their websites, their photos, their ‘offerings’.  Bullshit.

If you go over my blog story by story as each session unfolded, does it look like I would ever settle for copying the same shit any other mistress does?  No, so why would he think that coming to me with a 1 month 24/7 live-in request asking for … no, begging for weight loss domination … would be anywhere close to what he’s been through before?  In the past I mentioned that the only thing holding me back from letting my imagination truly go to the places it wants to go was space, or the lack of it in the previous place I was holding my sessions.  Now in my new condo, a relatively huge place compared to my digs before, and able to finally live alone, I feel the freedom flowing through me.

I’ve never been able to wrap my head around the dungeon concept.  A pretend room where we go to play an adult game of make believe all decorated in black and red to give the illusion of it being a scary place.  Fuck that.  I understand it though, 99% of the chicks who do this job don’t want it to interfere with their lifestyle of who they really are.  Thus the hidden room to go hide and play for 2 hours and locked away both physically and mentally thereafter.

This condo grants me the ability to take a slave to depths of his imagination – and then beyond.  It’s a place where in every room, at every second, I’m in control of this guy’s life and I’m molding him slowly to how he should look, act, and serve in my eyes.  Right now with him we’re in the how he should look phase.

I told him he’s a slob.  A pudgy and undisciplined fool who thinks he is worthy to serve me looking like the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man.  When I first read his email requesting weight loss domination and then finally saw him in person I knew this guy would be the perfect candidate to serve me in my spacious condo.  I had previously done weight loss domination with two participants by email with varying results.  Anything to do with weight loss domination has to be personal, both me and the slave have to be closely involved so that I can monitor everything he eats which given the time difference between here and Denmark and Germany subsequently thereafter, meant I’d be getting phone calls at 2am asking me how many peas were allowed for dinner.

Now that this fat dude had sniffled to me that he lacked the required discipline to get thin I knew by having him surrender his life to me he’d be the perfect live in candidate for weight loss domination.  I just wasn’t sure if I’d take the extreme route or the pleasant route, and having already seen my friend, the original Jaa do weight loss domination with her cuckold I told this pudgy guy rather boldly that if he signed the contract he’d lose 20 kilos in his 45 day vacation with me as my live in slave.  I also told him it would be 45 days of hell, and knowing so, that at the end of the 29th day I’d allow an “out” clause releasing him from the last two weeks of his duty to serve me.

“Cunt.”

Yesterday he called me a cunt.  We’re 5 days out from his release day, where he can end his weight loss domination contract and things are getting testy.  I’ll be honest with you, I have this nervous anticipation each night when I go home that he will snap mentally and take it out on me.  It’s very rare that anybody has this much control over another human being, and I feel like a mad scientist at times seeing how far one can push another human being with this extreme weight loss domination.

Still, I’m writing this story more for me, because I still believe that on the 29th of this month, he will choose to fulfill the rest of his time with me.  He’s at -16 kilos now, weighing in at 86 almost 87 kilos yesterday, down from 103 when he started his weight loss domination servitude on September 1st.

He no longer has in his possession a wallet and no passport either.  Both of which are in my possession.  Credit cards and his atm card he has surrendered to me to use as I please while he is under my control which is even more maddening for him as he has no idea if I’ve gone ahead and charged something outrageous to his visa card.  Hey, a girl has her needs and what is it you guys say in the USA , “never look a gift horse in the mouth?”  My thoughts exactly.

There is no food in my place.  I spent the first 4 days of this month moving all my books in, and then straight after I flew to Turkey for a week and a half before returning and being unbearably busy since getting back last Monday.

If doing weight loss domination seriously, there has to be a total restriction on food,

it’s the only way to entirely reprogram somebody’s way of thinking.

All I’ve put in the fridge is a chunk of tamarind, 3 bottles of water, 1/2 a package of Ovaltine powder, one soy sauce bottle, 1/2 a jar of jam for blood sugar, and a bottle of pure lime juice.  I wanted him to have a feeling of despair every time he opened the fridge.  When you’ve been reduced to sitting on the floor sucking white chocolate powder off your finger you succumb to the hopelessness of the situation.  I’m providing him food, keeping him just barely hanging on to Maslow’s basic level of human needs, but what I’m doing is changing how he approaches food.  Very few people have ever looked at food truly as what it is … a means of survival.

The jam, vanilla juice and hot cocoa powder are there to maintain his blood sugar level.  The tamarind to give him the satisfaction of having something to chew however horrible it tastes.  The lime juice I put for a vitamin C boost and to give him relief from having to taste only water.  What I’ve found very interesting is that on several occasions he has chosen to curl up and sleep on the floor in front of the fridge as if being close to a food source however little it may be gives him more comfort than the marble tiles of the floor offer.  That’s not to say however that he can’t enjoy a Coke or a Beer, that’s up to him how he chooses to spend his survival money.

On the very first day I put 500 baht on the floor of my empty living room in 1 baht coins.  That’s his allowance for the month.  How he spends it is entirely up to him.  Yes he’s free to move around the condo, I’ve given him a set of keys so he can come and leave as he pleases, there’s no cage or force able confinement.  Mistress Wael comes and accompanies him to wherever he wishes to go every day when I hold my sessions, but I’ve told her to turn a deaf ear to any pleas he might have for food or money.

The 500 baht in 1 baht coins I gave him to survive the month on.

How do you budget 15 baht a day?  I was most interested to see how he utilized the money.  So often we look at money as a personal luxury item and never as a tool of survival.  I figured, rightly so, that it would take a few days for the seriousness of the situation to present itself to him fully.  It’s a hard thing to change how we perceive money.  I wanted him to have a higher appreciation of currency and a much higher appreciation for the value he attaches to food.  For the most part though, the first three days he was very nonchalant about his survival skills, he was more concerned about how to handle one of the evilest of things in the world : time.

I’ve watched him on video as he checked the entire condo for his documents but they’re being kept safely in a safety deposit box.

There’s no internet, no cable tv, no radio.  He’s welcome to use an internet cafe if that’s how he wants to spend a portion of his 500 baht.

In order for him to completely focus on serving me I had to first introduce him to the concept of boredom.  Deprived of anything else to do, serving me becomes something more than a menial task, it becomes a craving.

So when I’m home and not in session he’s required to serve me as I wish, however those first 3 days i ignored him entirely as if he didn’t even exist.  In fact I made it a point to visit the condo infrequently popping in and out to simply break his monotony of staying there alone.  I’d walk around naked after showering as I would do when I’m by myself and let him soak all that sexiness in for a few moments before abruptly leaving again lol.  Fuck that’s a cruel thing to do, but I wanted the moments I was in the condo at the start to be so memorable for him that it’d increase his anticipation for his next glimpse of me.

Most days I have tried to be nice and not eat in his presence but when he has his outbursts like he did yesterday he’s then leashed so he cannot pounce on my food and as further punishment then required to sit and watch me eat.  I bought Indian food yesterday so the delicious smell would linger in the air long after I had finished my meal.

On occasion like I did last night, but not so often that it’s expected, i’d dip my toes in the Indian curry and hold them up just out of the reach of the end of his chain and make him beg me to suck them.  I want, what I have always wanted actually … is for a slave to not lick my feet because it serves his pleasure, I’ve wanted a slave to suck my foot like his very survival depends upon it and I can tell you quite assuredly that for the past 7 days every lick of his tongue has been done with far greater passion than any of you guys have ever done for me.  Indian Dahl whether he had previously enjoyed it or not suddenly became the best food on the planet when being served as a few drops of sauce mixed in top of my dirty grungy toes.

Last night I sat there in my panties and bra dipping my naan bread into the sauce and smiling at him as I ate it while pulling my panties to the side to let him see my pussy instead.  He glanced at my pussy, and stared longingly at the bread, now that’s when I know I’ve broken a man when I can get his cranial brain to override the brain in his dick.  With only us two in the condo and no other external sound, the roar of his stomach grumbling after he sucked every last bit of juice from my toe was laughably deafening.

And then he cried.  When he did so I lifted up my ass from the couch rolling over to my right and pointed to my ass crack as an option but he shook his head no as he has always done so far.

He knows that of course there’s always the option to eat and drink from me but as to date it hasn’t come to that yet.  I reckon he might give in tomorrow if he doesn’t ration the rice he bought while I was in Istanbul a little bit better as he’s down to 3, possibly 4 meals left.  The mangos I dump in the sink in the morning before I go to sleep are all devoured when I wake up in the afternoon.  That’s my only contribution to his caloric intake, after he’s done with those he’s on his own for the next 24 hours thereafter.

I was actually quite worried while in Turkey that he’d spend the 500 baht on something superfluous but he did himself well spending 180 of the 500 baht to buy rice and another 80 baht to buy butter, baby onions and garlic.  I’d left him 45 mangoes, leaving him about 5 a day if he rationed well enough for the 10 days I was away.  When Wael went to visit him once daily as I had instructed her to she had found him curled up on the sofa.  I told him to be totally unresponsive to Wael if he wanted to be rewarded.

Each day she’d go to my condo, shower, and having wrapped herself only with the towels I bought she’d sit down on the couch near him and see if he would react.  He completely ignored her each and every day.

What I do gentlemen, and as I’ve written on the home page of this website, is I use femdom to “manipulate the man’s mind so that he’ll do anything I ask him to, without question.”  It started with a simple request to ignore Mistress Wael.  My bet is that somewhere around the 27th, maybe the 28th, and definitely by the 29th, that when I announce as I have every day that I’m going to the washroom he will soon accept my gift willingly.  Something he professed he would never do in his introductory email.  I’m going to cut his mango ration tomorrow from 5 to 2.  He is out of the Ovaltine cocoa powder now and down to his last few bites of the Tamarind.

My shit is going to look very tasty within 48 to 72 hours haha.  I’ll bet you he swallows it like it’s the best damn meal he’s ever eaten.  Fuck I can’t wait, but I have to be patient.

That’s why him calling me ‘cunt’ while he’s crying in frustration doesn’t phase me.  I’m sure he’ll have more vile words than that for me in his final 5 days.

But he will hit 83 kilos.  He will cry when he does, and most likely he will fall to knees and pledge his life to me as his one true goddess.

Or maybe he’ll just leave.  Either way I guarantee it’s the best 1/2 million he’s ever spent in his life, I’ve changed his life.  I’ve changed how he perceives money.  How he perceives food.  He won’t ever need me for weight loss domination again for I’ve taught him much more than discipline, I’ve shown him who he is, what he can endure, and what he can be.

A perfect slave

jaa xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Cheating.  Lying.  Bastard Slave.

Cheating, lying, bastard slave.  I followed the asshole today, having to see where he goes when he leaves my condo because something hasn’t been right the last day and half.  Last time I weighed my live-in slave on the 26th he was 87 kg, just four away from the goal I told him he would reach by being my submissive bitch for the month, and then suddenly just two days later he weighs in at 88.2 kg earlier this morning.  As I told you, this being the last week of his weight loss domination I’ve rationed his meals down to 2 mangoes and however much rice he wants to allot himself over these last 3 days which is about a cup full.  You don’t go up a full kg eating just enough to survive.

So I told him I was going out for a hotel session today at 1pm while actually I went down to the pool and moved the suntanning chair right to the edge of the small wall where I could look down at the lobby area to see people coming and going from my condo.  Sure enough, no more than 30 minutes later he left wearing his red shorts and black t-shirt and get this , my heart was pumping thinking I’d lose him in the time it took me to get down to the first floor , so much so that I began sweating in the elevator going down.  But it turned out fine, I got to the street and after really fast walking … even faster than I normally walk which is wickedly fast I caught up to him a minute later but stayed well enough behind him to see where he was going.

I’ve got his wallet, his passport, his credit card, his atm cards all in my safety deposit box, and out of the 500 I gave him at the beginning of the month he’s now down to his last 37 baht which has to last him until the 29th.  So there’s no way the guy has money, unless he was going to Villa supermarket to get a pack of Mama soup , but even that is 48 baht, more than he has.  He walked right past Villa though and when he got to the top of soi 11 he went right passing under Nana skytrain station.  It occurred to me that he was walking with direction, like he had a destination in mind, because it’s a good 12 minute walk at his slow pace from my condo to the top of the soi, and another 5 minutes along Sukhumvit the way he was heading.

We’re talking about a guy who’s been living on 1000 calories a day at most, without a trace of sugar except for the jam which is the only thing left in the fridge now that is sweet.  So i’d hardly make it to the washroom if I was starved like that, let alone go for a 20 minute stroll through Bangkok.

So this guy, he goes into the McDonald’s that’s at the corner of Soi 5 and for a minute I didn’t know what to do because he’d obviously see me if I followed him in.  However there was an outdoor chair available and i turned it so it was facing the street more or less giving him a view of the back of my head if he cared to look over at me.  I felt like when I was a girl climbing over the chairs to peek over the top when my mom used to take me long time ago.

He didn’t go to the line up to order, he just sat down on the far side of the place with his back to the wall look directly over in my direction which is why i had to duck and sneak peaks every minute.  I thought he was meeting somebody.  I guessed that he had contacted a friend and this was the meeting place.  My phone is fingerprint password protected though so he didn’t call with mine, his is in my deposit box, so what the hell?  How is he calling?  Did he use some of the 500 baht for an emergency call?  Ok, but that still doesn’t explain how he went up 1kg in 48 hours instead of down.

Thirty minutes he just sat there, and it was mid afternoon with the sun and few clouds so I was getting hot, pissed off, mad.  Mostly I was getting tired of looking back and spying on him because he wasn’t doing anything until, well until he stood up and walked right to the window to my left on this side of the store.  I got that heart pounding again because I thought he had seen me, he walked directly towards the door in front of where I was sitting.  But then he sat down where two fat muslim chicks had just been sitting and you know what the fucker did?

He started eating the french fries they had left behind and the last bite of one of the cheeseburgers they left as well.  I had to smile, I mean not because what he did to scavenge food was brilliant, but because his month with me had reduced him to this, eating other people’s leftovers.  I not saying I had an evil smile, I’m saying that one of the things I wanted to teach him when all this started which was to have a deeper respect for food was apparently clear to him now.  I want the guy to reset his whole lifestyle, his whole outlook on life and the reason we are on this planet, and there’s nothing like the humbleness of starvation to do that.

Any hi-so guy can go on a starvation diet.  What I’ve added to his diet is a desperation.  By sitting in McDonalds eating other people’s scraps, he learned that he has a survival gear I bet he never knew he had.  One that millions of us Thai’s have forcefully had to develop at a much much earlier age.  It’s what separates us from you, it’s just not possible for you to relate to somebody fully if you’ve never gone years without worrying where food will come from.

As much as I felt sorry for the guy though, the fact is that he broke the rules of our contract.  There’s no clause that says he can’t go eat leftovers, I didn’t plan for that honestly, it’s my first time taking somebody into water this deep.  However since he initially came to me for a Weight Loss domination program, i’d say he clearly stepped over the line of what I’d allow and for that he needed to be punished.

Beside the McDonald’s there’s a whole lot of small shops and I went looking for a coat hanger or something cheap I could use to smack this guys ass and I settled on a wooden cooking spoon.  Bursting through the door to his right he looked up with the look of a 6 year old kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar.

“I’m sorry mistress” he mumbled with his mouth full of fries that he had stuffed in his mouth as soon as he saw me.  His hands raised to his chin in the “I surrender” pose.

“Up, get up.” I said.  Walking around to his back side I lashed him 10 times with the spoon on his ass pausing to make him count each stroke.  I don’t go to McDonalds ever so personally I didn’t give a fuck that everybody was watching, I’ll never see them again anyways.  However I did want to get out of there before the UPS wannabe guys in brown came around, just takes a phone call.  So I grabbed him by his ear and dragged him outside, put him on the motorcycle taxi waiting across the street and sent him home paying the taxi guy in advance.

“When I get home I want to see you on your knees in front of the toilet, no excuses.” I told him sternly.

One way to guarantee me to shit is to eat shit, so I went not to McDonald’s but to the Burger King down the street on the other side of Nana intersection to order one of their burgers.  Disgusting, I nearly vomited eating it and left half of it on the tray.  How the hell people eat crap like that?  Even in New Zealand I never gave in to fast food even though it was all around me and hardly any Thai food to eat in its place.

Thirty minutes later I get home, my stomach ready to erupt suddenly.

Dude was on his knees like I told him to do but as soon as I walked into the bathroom he starts crying out “please mistress I’m sorry, I don’t want to eat your shit, I don’t want it, please I can’t.”  He says that over and over like a 4 year old, even pausing to make the sobbing sound kids do when they cry too hard.  You know, I’ve had this question floating in my head for a long long time, asking myself can I as a mistress still respect a guy fully after he’s eaten my shit?  With the way this guy was reduced to nothing more than blubbering ooze on the floor before me without even having smelled my ass let alone taste my shit, I’d say the answer to my question is a big fat no.

“You’re not, watch me shit instead, if you want to eat i’ll leave it in the toilet for you.”

Not exactly my dream of having a guy eat from my ass like it’s ice cream, a hope that I had for this guy as early as yesterday but my fantasy will have to wait I guess.  Still, no more goddamn mangoes for this guy in the morning.  Tomorrow is the 28th, essentially the last day of our contract as I have to release him if he wants on the 29th.  He can go a day with his rice, he has enough for a morning cup and an evening cup if he spreads it out.  I’ll leave enough water in the fridge and he’s hardly touched his lime juice so I’m thinking he won’t pass out on me.

But I’m going to make it awfully tempting to fish my Whopper out of the toilet water in the next 24 hours.  I told him so too.  I took his head when I was done and by his hair I forced his face down so his lips were touching my poo filled water in the toilet.

“You like fast food lor?  Ok there’s your Whopper, fucking eat it when you’re hungry enough.  Then get the fuck out on the 29th, I have no time for cheaters looking for a way to zig zag out of their problems.”

“Please mistress, don’t do that, I’m sorry.  I’ll do anything.”

What?  I forgot what I wrote in my last blog, that I really believe as hard as I have been on him for the whole month he will elect to not leave tomorrow.  Well day after tomorrow, it’s 1am on the 28th as I write this.

This guy might actually stay.  Have I broken him?

I’ve given him since day 1 a journal to write in which I thought might help fill the time since my condo has no internet or cable.  Ah I lie, it does now.  They came to put the internet in early this morning with the cable guy coming on Monday so if this dude does decide to stay I doubt he’ll write anything if he has at all until now.  I might have to restrict his tv , i don’t know.  Fuck, I’m drifting, sorry.  It’s late, i’m tired.  I did a 3 hour session beside the old airport today that took 6 hours out of my day, most of it stuck in a taxi.  Hate that.

So so, hell, this guy might be broken.  I’ve really been looking for a guy who serves because he needs to, not because he enjoys it, but rather because it’s his duty.  I think with this huge experiment I might be able to extract such behavior from this dude, if he elects to stay.

If he does, I’ll make sure he learns what “I’ll do anything” really means.

jaa xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> computer crash test

test after crash

having tons of problems this week with the website and my computer , trying to fix it.

hey at least i can log in again.  that’s a start.

oh look at that i can post again now too.  can i load a photo , let’s see. Yes!  Victory.

Ok gonna do email and then write something that’s actually interesting for you guys by this afternoon.

How much you wanna bet this thunderstorm knocks out the pow

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> 20 kg Lighter | As Real As it Gets

It took 34 days for my slave to lose 20kg or 44lbs living as my willing submissive captive in my condo.  But this story is not about what he lost, it’s about what he gained which is a far deeper understanding of just how surreal the slave mistress relationship can be once free of the 2 hour session restraint.  A bit too surreal for even though he extended his contract on the 30th for another 14 days, he then asked me yesterday to be let out of the remaining 9 days so that he can end our relationship.

He asked to be let out not because of mental strain inflicted from my weight loss domination, nor did he ask to go home because the tasks I asked him to do for me were too perverse.

No.  In his own words, the reason he asked to go home was because “the feeling of submitting to me was becoming too intense” which is what I’ve been saying all along since I started writing this blog a year ago.  The slave/mistress relationship has a lot in common with the hostage/terrorist relationship in terms of the possible growing intensity of the interaction.

I think where it started to go wrong, and by wrong I mean by letting the intensity get out of control without realizing it, was right after he weighed in at 86kg , not on the 29th as I had planned but on the 3rd … this past Saturday.  I thought a lot about why I decided to use the word “asshole” to start off my last story talking about him sneaking off to McDonalds to steal food and that should have been a big clue to me.  These stories I write, the first copy is either spoken into my phone or flash written without thought for grammar or any clever way of arranging my thoughts, it’s just a conduit that connects my tongue or finger to my brain to download all my thoughts.

In that initial spewage of words I used the word “asshole” as well.  When I sent the story to my friend who acts as my editor he suggested I use a word that transfers “a calmer way of expressing your opinion of him” and I said no.  That’s how I felt about him taking his request to lose weight so lightly that he would go steal food from McD’s , after I had put in 100’s of hours making sure he walks that line between starving and getting by so perfectly.

The whole thing started out as an idea, and then grew in intensity much more than I thought it would.  He would weigh himself on Sunday only and that transition from the 2nd weigh in to the 3rd weigh in where he lost 6kg in a week was shocking.  But more shocking was his behavior.  I wrote about it briefly, so you might think it was just a one off thing – his crying and insulting me or his threats to hurt himself – but really the crying got to be so frequent that I was able to shut it out as it became normal to come home and have him cry for 2-3 hours.

What was happening below all that crying though, i’m sure of it now, was that he was expressing the relenting of the definition of who he was to me.  Think about that.

We ultimately are all in control of who we are.  We control our actions which end up defining what kind of a person we are.  Going back once again to Maslow’s chart of human needs, those actions become more and more primal the closer a person falls approaches level 5 – our basic human needs.

When I was in Turkey last month, I had it happen to me two times that as I walked out of a place with newly bought food that it was stolen right out of my hand by Syrian refugee children no older than say about 5yo.  They ate my Shawarma the way a starving animal would eat from a bloody carcass, the most primal of behavior.  On both occasions I offered them the rest of my food as there is something inherently wrong with seeing a child truly starving for food.   Hey, don’t read that and get fooled into giving food to the mafia owned kids at the bottom of every public train station here.  Those aren’t starving children, that’s a con game to get your money out of sympathy.

Now my slave wasn’t anywhere close to how desperate those Syrian kids were, but I think in his mind he was.  A guy who’s biggest question in life had been whether to up-size both his Coke and fries was suddenly questioning whether he could live on 5 mangoes a day … his only allowed food the final 3 days.  I took a guy who self admittedly floated between levels 2 and 3 on Maslow’s scale and made him fall to the lowest depths of level 5 where he had to contemplate the initial feelings of starvation.

By controlling his food, in a sexy way I created this dependency, one rather similar to a mother baby relationship.  On the 29th of September, for the better part of 8 hours I let him suck on my toes as I dipped them occasionally in the Indian Marsala I had ordered and dangled them above the floor where he lay with his head sticking out from under the sofa.  I’d only feed him if he could shut his mouth which he couldn’t, constantly pleading “please —– , please —– , please feed me something” choosing to drop calling me Mistress or Goddess as he had all month and instead calling me by my real name without my permission.

Now I’ve fed slaves like this before from my feet, just as recently as yesterday actually.  But yesterday’s 2 hour session really lacked the desperation that was so everywhere in the air during those 8 hours last weekend.  I watched 2 seasons of The Walking Dead to catch up and be ready for this month when season 6 starts, the whole time having him not once stop nibbling at my toes.  I had told him that if his focus went from my toes to the show … if he could in fact see it upside down from under the couch … that I’d put him back in his room with no food for 24 hours.  Foot worship doesn’t get better than that.  There was no prodding on my part, I just watched tv all night and never once did I have to remind him of his responsibility.

See, normally what would happen, just as it did last night, is that the guy wants to be punished for “being bad”, which translates to being self absorbed into his desires and acting the part of being bad – a very typical level 2 or 3 Maslow trait.

For eight full hours my slave last weekend sucked at my toes hoping that i’d give him a taste of sauce every hour or so.  “Being bad” I’ll bet never entered his mind even once.  As real as it gets.

The next uncontrollable bought of tears came after his final weigh in on Sunday morning.  It wasn’t quite 20kg as he weighed in on my scale at 87 and a bit so we went to the market and found a 1 baht electronic scale that showed his final weigh in with me as 86.8 kg.

Still, it was a bit much for him.

We went to KFC to eat right after the weigh in and after ordering a 9 piece bucket with extra large gravy and mashed potatoes he ate all of one side of one slice before pushing it away to my side of our tiny round white table.

Now I thought that he was emotional from seeing his weight somewhere in the 80’s after spending the last 20 years of his life seeing triple digits every time he’d check his weight.  He hadn’t been eighty something since university he said.  So I was giving him all the time and space he needed to get used to it and enjoy the food.  He simply didn’t want to eat it though and when it came time to leave he wanted to leave it at the table.  I told him that wasn’t a possibility after seeing the 2 girls that had taken my food in Istanbul out of starvation.  I took the bucket instead to a guy I see sitting on the same bench outside Lotus every day.

Unlike the guys you see laying as part of the sidewalk at every public transit station here this homeless guy didn’t have a fake bottom tray to push around.  Guys … don’t fall for the human carpet trick.  If you look at his bowl it has a cloth which is cleverly covering the 20’s, 50’s and 100’s collected throughout the day.  The guy who we gave the chicken to, he ate it with the same ferociousness as those 2 girls had done in Turkey.  That’s how I know we did the right thing.

I was completely wrong though about the source of my slave’s emotion.  I had promised him that if he did one day make 86 kg then the rest of the time with me I’d treat him as my full time pet giving him my full time attention without leaving him alone for the remainder of his stay with me.  I’d assumed it’d be a few days at most.  Honestly, I never thought he’d make 86kg, I’m small so losing even 1kg of weight for me takes forever, 20 kg is unimaginable.

So that night back at my condo I was eating rice with boiled chicken of all things … I hardly ever order it but I had one of those “what the fuck, why not” moments trying to order something fast to beat the rain coming home.

This time watching the pilot of Lost which I’ve yet to see I had my meal on my lap as I slumped over to the right arm rest on my sofa with my legs stretched out.  The sofa allows me to lay stretched out like that which is how I like to watch movies, it feels kind of like the vip theater rooms here where you can watch a movie in style for 1000 baht.

Except in the vip rooms you don’t get to have a slave under your ass as I had on Sunday haha.  Now whereas my slave wouldn’t eat anything from a bucket of KFC chicken a few hours prior, he was more than willing to chew up the bits of chicken I passed down to my asshole.

When I told him I wanted him to get up and use the remote to watch the next episode I adjusted myself on the sofa so that I was laying down parallel to the television and all I said was simply : “you look amazing with your flat stomach, come let me put my head on it while you brush my hair.”

Nothing out of the ordinary.  Just a simple compliment.

Fuck, one thing I’ve learned about being a Goddess is that I really have to carefully choose when and to whom I hand compliments out to.  You really have no idea how important that task has become to me.  There are … out there … an army of men, like I’m talking more than a handful ok … who if I complement too much will consider that politeness a crack in the door which they can bash through and be on the first flight from Alaska, Norway, Rome, or even Moscow to be on their knee the next morning offering me a ring to get married by.

I have little doubt that I’m a mural on the wall in 1/2 the homes of men in India.

A few minutes later as I’m having my hair brushed for me with my head on his lap I hear sniffling again.

I look up and sure enough he’s wiping his eyes by stretching up his yellow t-shirt to rub them.

“What?” I ask, “you can eat too, I bought two for you as well” which is true, and he had even picked out the pork with rice and gravy himself.  But it wasn’t the food he was crying over.  Just as it wasn’t the food he had cried over earlier at the mall.

“I’m in love with you.” he whispered.  To which I sat up, the mystery of what the 6 numbers in Lost would have to wait because figuring out how a slave that I was nothing but cruel to for the past 34 days and yet was in love with me was an even deeper mystery.

“How?” i laughed as I said the word.

“You’re beyond beautiful.  You’ve done so much to change me that I can’t think of going back to live my life as I did before without you.”

I replied simply, “and you’re handsome now that you’re as thin as you are, you’ll have girls looking at you wherever you go.” assuming he meant his appearance when saying how much I changed him.  But he affirmed how wrong I was in assuming that when he said,

“You changed who I am inside.  I can’t go back to a normal life, I want to serve you.”

That’s when I started to see all these deep feelings I had once thought were possible in a slave mistress relationship start to materialize right before my eyes, or more exactly … my ears.  It’s strange.  Even by not being at the condo all those days, especially when I was in Turkey, I was still at the condo.  Still with him, because even though that was early in our one month time together, he still was totally reliant upon me to ease his fall from level 2 on Maslow’s chart of needs down to level 5.

I did it in such a sweet caring, but merciless way that he fell in love with me I think.  At the time I was really happy he had expressed his feelings like that for it was a complete confirmation of how I thought a month like this might end up.  Sadly proving again that I often think too much about the mental side of Femdom and not at all about the heart felt side of things.

From my side of things, this guy paid me a hell of a lot of money to transform his life and deliver to him the submissive fantasy he had always kept hidden in his thoughts.  My job was to deliver both of those wishes in a way that I think nobody else possibly can.

I delivered on both accounts.  Maybe a bit too much.

He left that evening a few minutes after I told him that serving me full time here isn’t either a financial possibility or a logistical one as well.  Besides, before throwing one’s life away back home for a dream life serving me, I think one should consider the seriousness of such an adventure very carefully.

I haven’t heard back from him since Sunday, and you know what, I don’t think I ever will.

Sometimes, getting as real as it gets, take forever to get over.

jaa xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Cathartic Cactil Concoction | Prick :)

Now hold on, before you start pulling the blankets up over your eyes and cringing like you just saw a fat woman face sit Elmo, allow me to comfort you by saying that using a cactus to destroy a man’s balls can indeed be cathartic … IF the proper steps have been taken beforehand to seduce his brain into thinking so.  Thus, to accurately set up the how and why of using my beloved beauties as sandpaper for his balls while I impaled him on my rubber dick, you need to first know the ‘what’ , as in the what happened beforehand to set up his session like this.

Obviously this isn’t the kind of session I’d do for a first-timer looking to peek into my world of FemDom , no I’d really be stumped for cash if I did that just like an arm amputee would be trying to make money posing for impressive fisting photos.  No, this is the kind of session reserved for somebody who really has some retribution coming to him.

No not that kind of retribution , this kind :

“I’m coming to Thailand for two weeks myself to relax and see your country. I will admit it’s not just to see Thailand though, and my booking is kind of based around this concept. I like reading your blog, especially the Fatal Attraction entry. I realize that as a well off western tourist I have no idea of the struggles of Thai people. I’m sitting right in between 3 and 4 on the Maslow pyramid and the reason for my trip is to have fun and I’ll be honest be a real hedonist and see a lot of working women.

I intend to tip well but I do realize what I will be doing is very exploitative. I would like my session to start out fairly light, I have a foot fetish so some mild foot fetish stuff to start with into something else mild like smothering, and if goddess allows, body worship. However as the session develops I would like my goddess to get quite angry with me, challenge me on why I’m really there in Thailand. Maybe I could make a pass at you in session and offer you money for sex after the body worship, something to anger you anyway.

From there I would want you to teach me a lesson. Hard trampling, in heels and barefoot. Burning with candle wax would be good. I would like to be whipped hard. I’m an anal virgin but I would like to you take mine and take it hard. I would want to you fuck me, like I have fucked the Thai ladies on my holiday.”

I figured the least  I could do for the guy was to give him a map of Bangkok to help him with his travels, so I sent him the best map I could find that was relevant for a guy like this …

So I first set up a dinner with the guy and I purposely brought my kind sweet innocent self to the restaurant while at the same time being dressed to kill and thus leaving him thinking “there’s no way that girl, as beautiful as she is, can possibly be a mistress.”  I’m perfectly aware that when dressed like that every guy’s first reaction to seeing me is “oh my god” and the second being to discreetly re-cover his underwear over his dick.  I suppose by his account that his cock was too massive to do so though that evening:

“I’m sending this by email because it’s late and I don’t want to disturb you with a text. Also it’s a bit much for a text.

I feel so conflicted, after we parted I did end up going back out after changing and I ended up taking a bar girl back to the hotel. She was really drunk and I was as well and she said she was 21 but I really have my doubts.

I tried to treat her the best I could. But I slipped for a moment. I could tell I was hurting her with my size. I asked her twice if she wanted me to stop and she said to keep going so I used some lube to try and make it easier for her.

I wish I could say I took it really slow from there but the animal in me took over. I was selfish and went slow a little but then I got so into it and went harder than I should have. I really hope I didn’t hurt her too much but I don’t think she enjoyed the sex at all and she was too tight for me but felt obligated to let me in that moment and endured the pain for me. Which just feels wrong to me.

The only part of this that gives me hope is she saw another girl from the club when I walked her down and she chatted with her happily. So at least she wasn’t upset I think.

I really appreciated your company tonight and I’m telling you this because this is why I would like a session. This is why I came here to Thailand and the cruel animalistic part of me loved that I could have sex with such a young, pretty and tight girl. For one moment the worst side of me came out and took over my mind.

I fucked her on a flower that broke. It’s almost disgusting in it’s poetry. I want you to break my flower. I don’t think I can back out of our session. I deserve it. 
I should be made to feel a similar pain and have to put up with it to please you. Gag me if you don’t want to hear screams. It’s my only way out in this session I feel. Just as these girls think their only way out of my hotel room is to please me…”

She was tight?   Ok if a whore is tight then hand puppet’s don’t like fisting.

One thing was for certain after this email, this guy was pushing me to use my imagination as to how to introduce a similar endured pain, one far beyond what any of my 12 strap on dildos could provide.

I’ve gotta admit that since moving into my condo last month I hadn’t yet experienced what it was like to live alone as I’ve had my live-in slave with me for the better part of the month, but now that he’s gone the first feelings of being alone have crept over me.  Whereas on the one hand that’s great for turning out the lights all my lonesome and watching scary-as-hell horror movies, it also has its moments where its tedious to be so lonely at times.
The first feelings of loneliness hit Saturday evening after the slave guy left and I realized quite suddenly that I truly hadn’t been so alone since arriving in New Zealand with a suitcase and my clothes 5 years ago.  What you don’t know is that when deciding what to take to University back then I only packed one item different than my clothes, and that was my cactus plant that I had talked to for years while in uni here in Thailand.  It ended up being the only thing I talked to other than my diary for a month back then and so, feeling the same loneliness I went to Chatuchak market to buy 4 new friends to talk to.

I talk to plants not teddy bears.  Want to buy me something to impress me, buy me a Bonzai tree, not a Gund.  Coming here to Wael’s condo to do this story early this morning I caught her sleeping with her Gund Teddy Bear that some stranger bought her from her Amazon Wish List, while mine are all buried somewhere in my mom’s closet I think.

It was while talking dirty to my cactus on Monday that I got the idea of using a plant to break this guy’s flower.

Being rather small, the one thing I can’t stand while drilling a guy in his ass with my dildo is the half-turn they do when I’m giving it to him too hard – trying to put their hand on my hip to make separation between his butt hole and my drill bit.  I’ve had to handcuff most guys while I let them have it because that pushing motion is effective and it never lets me get up to full speed for the length of time that I like.

Wonderfully, I’ve found that sinking his scrotum into my cactus totally prevents any twisting motion of the body while banging him from behind.  Therefore, the only problem left to solve was the pain of cacti needles making bigger and bigger holes in his balls.  A problem simply solved by making that the lesser of the three other pains I had introduced while fucking him.

I guess the worst of them being trying to burn the hair off his testicles while nailing him but lets not discount the discomfort caused by my other hand dripping hot wax over his ass at the same time.  Nor should we lessen the effect my whip had in keeping him motionless throughout the ordeal, I’m sure the deep cut marks accounted for its fair share of his stillness.  A bit much?

You’d think so, and surely if I had told him straight off through email of my intentions he wouldn’t have showed up.  But there’s something to be said for sex appeal, or well, just being drop dead gorgeous that gets guys to voluntarily submit themselves to more pain then they normally could tolerate.  As I’ve told you before, guys do things for me that they never thought possible, and what’s better is that not only do they love every minute of it, I do something for them that sticks in their minds for a very very long time thereafter :

Geez.

How nice to have bought something so cathartic that it can soothe both me and my submissive pets.  Care for a therapeutic consultation?  haha

Jaa xx

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