Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Poverty Explained in 3 Stories

Nah it’s not that bad (living in a poor country). I live on the American Embassy compound with a pool, gym, bar, tennis court etc.  My co-worker and I are members of the American club which has even better facilities and there are some nice pockets in these places with cool restaurants and stuff.

I think you might enjoy this lifestyle. I know you have an insatiable thirst for knowledge and learning and I know you are interested in people. In a different life or maybe even in this life, if you wanted, I reckon you would make a great anthropologist!

You said you would be miserable living somewhere poor like this but I think you underestimate yourself. Living in these kinds of places are more challenging but they are also more rewarding, in my opinion anyway. I think you would find great inspiration for your writing and you would have more time on your hands to do whatever you wanted than you would anywhere else. Plenty of people are miserable in those cities you listed as well, I guess it just comes down to what you make of where you are?

“It’s not that bad” living in a poor country he says to me ??  As a lifelong impoverished citizen of MagicLand®, i wholeheartedly disagree.  Why?

Well that’s because the person living in said poor country hasn’t lived one single day in poverty , whereas every mistress who has ever written for this site has.  So I asked former mistress Jaa and Wael to join me in writing about our past so that you guys may better understand our roots and what perhaps your MagicLand® girlfriend has most likely been through herself.  However before I paste their stories down below let me give you some basic information on just how bad things are in MagicLand® .

See when I said that your MagicLand® girlfriend has ‘most likely’ been through the hell of poverty , well that’s because the unemployment and poverty numbers you read online about where I live are glossed over to make things seem rosier than they are.   Those in control of presenting MagicLand’s statistics like to boast that we have among the lowest unemployment rate in the world at .6% which is total horse shit.

45% of all jobs are seasonal.  There are two times per year where we harvest crops and in those six weeks there are jobs a plenty.  The rest of the year half the country is unemployed.

Ya, Half

Like fuck.  You show me another country in the world where half the country is unemployed for 88% of the year and I’ll show you a country that’s more fucked up than MagicLand.

Do you know what a worker tuck is?  Here’s a photo of one.  Do you know why all the workers are packed in like sardines?  Because at current wages ,  most workers cannot afford their own transportation to and from work.  If they were forced to find their own way there and back they’d have to cut out a good portion of their allowance for food.   These trucks leave at 6am and return at 8pm , 6 days a week.  That’s a 72 hour work week which brings home just enough money to buy a bag of rice and live in a shanty.

So in review.  Half the country is unemployed for 88% of the year.  Half the country makes $10 a day.

That’s nowadays.  But lets rewind the clock a monstrous amount of time … like oh say 10 years.  Well ten years ago when I was still a teenager the minimum wage was $4 a day , not enough money to eat.  Wages have been kept that low from the beginning of time until a decade ago, meaning that pretty much every single person’s mother and father grew up in extreme poverty.

When I’m farrrrrrrrrr away from here with no need to ever return, I’ll then have the gift of free speech and will explain to you in great detail why this has been the way of things , but for now let’s focus on the what and not the why.

School here ain’t free.   Put that in the back of your memory, I’ll come back to it in a minute.

In the 50’s and 60’s the average number of kids a woman of my kind pumped out was 6 in her lifetime.  That number dropped to 5 in the 70’s and 4 in the 80’s.   As recently as 2010 women were spewing out 2 kids per lifetime and that’s now about to drop to less than once.

Why?

Well because people don’t remain stupid forever.  One can try to prolong stupidity but change is happening slowly but surely.

So getting back to school and the fact that half the population of MagicLand® had to find a way to give 6 kids an education with not enough money to go around for food.  Quite the problem huh?

I assume that in the USA, Australia , Switzerland , England you send your kids to school for free right … once they turn 4 years old?  And at that school things like paper , pens, pencils , books are provided?

In MagicLand® you have to pay for the pencil.

In MagicLand® you have to pay for the paper.

In MagicLand®  you have to pay for the uniform.

If one didn’t have enough money for a uniform well … one simply couldn’t go to school until that person applied for assistance.  But that was a moot point because as you’ll read below in Jaa’s story – male kids were always given priority over females in terms of who won the fight over the tiny bit of money available to send a child to school.  That’s because MagicLand® is a patriarchal society and back then males had a better chance at making money than women did.

That’s not to say women didn’t have a very lucrative role to serve for the family.  Even as most women were taken out of school before grade 6 and had to learn the ways of a domesticated life , they still carried something that was worth their weight in gold.  Care to guess what that is?  Yes I used ‘ is ‘- in present terms rather than ‘was’ in past tense because “it” still goes on today.  If you want to shoot the shit in email I’ll help you fill in between the lines but I sure as hell ain’t saying out loud what truly goes on in inner city MagicLand.

Let’s just say that Podesta , the Lolita Express , Pizzagate … fucking nothing compared to what goes down in MagicLand.  (The first moron who emails me asking “where is this magicland anyways?” gets his balls wrecked 100 times by my foot.  There’s always one dense idiot out there.)

But today I’m discrediting the claim that ‘it’s not that bad living in a poor country’ so let’s continue debunking that shall we.

My Story

I can’t be too open with my story here because for one – I’m writing about it for my book so I don’t want to give away too much – and secondly there are a couple of pretty disgusting people out there who feel they are excluded from the laws of libel and slander just because they live in a foreign country.  A day will come – hopefully – where I get to blow his fucking dog’s head off with a shotgun , but until then I must keep who I am somewhat of a mystery in my blog.

That being said , I know what poverty is.  It’s a horrible situation to endure mostly because there seems to be no way out.  I’ve seen shit with my own eyes that , well , you just can’t comprehend how off the charts bad it was when talking about how poor people in the village get exploited.

I learned early though to follow the saying in this photo to the letter of the law.  I focused on finding a way out and I became a rebellious cunt because of my determination.  Let me tell you that every beating I took at school , every evening I went without food , every argument I had with people about being so un-****-like was worth it now that I look back at it.

I don’t give a fuck that I don’t have a single girlfriend here.  I don’t care a single iota that I spend all my days alone.  Because I care about two things and two things only in this world.

One is my allegiance to my mother.  The other is finding someone who believes in me so that I can turn all my life experiences into love.

I care not to dwell on the past because I cannot change it.  The only thing I can control is the present and to have goals for the future.

Jaa’s Story

Wow I didn’t write for my website for a long time.  I had a lot of job in my life before I was 14 because I had to stop school at 13.  Me and my sister had to stop school for our two brother to finish and after that for a long time my life was very shit.  My first job I had to clean the office buildings start from 6pm and finish 5am.  In one day I make 10 baht because I was not 16 yet and nobody can complain about how much money somebody pay me.

Even I was still young I lived with a man then and had to give him the money I made every day.  It was a shit life.  But I didn’t think like that.  I thought any life is better than to die.  When you are poor like that you think a lot about how not to die every day.  After I worked in the factory with my mom when i was 16 and could work with her.  That time my mom gave me to my second boyfriend because I ran away from my first boyfriend she gave to me.  At 17 I can’t take it to live with a man any more and I ran away again to a new city.  I had to hide from my family from my boyfriend family from everybody.

That is when for work I had to go to work at the bar for sex.  But I think I was very lucky because I was so scared the first week the mamasan she take care of me to not let me go with anybody because I cried too much at work every day.  Then the first man to want to go home with me was from Germany he paid a lot to the bar to take care of me and I went with him as my boyfriend.

He make the paper at the embassy for me to go to Germany and before I go his friend come to stop me to go because of what will happen to me if I go.  You know at that time I didn’t know anything about the world and what can happen and who can be a bad person and who is a good person.  I didn’t know anything.  His friend saved me from sex work I am sure.  But not really because when I went back to my city my mom made me to go work at the bar for sex.  Not because she is bad but because the family need money.  Then lucky for me again I only had to go with 3 men.  One Japanese who didn’t sleep with me but wanted to marry me and begged me every month to go with him to Japan.  One French young man was so handsome I was scared to be with him.  He pass out in the pool when we went swimming from drinking too much.  And the third man was the man I went to live in Canada with.  So I am probably the only sex worker in my country who never had to have sex with a man lol.

Even now I am retired for three years I still have responsibility to take care of my mom.  Because my family is so big it is not possible for my mom to take care everybody.  Life is like that here.  Nobody has money.  If I don’t take care of her she will die.  Easy like that.  Just like she have to take care of her mom still.  Her mom is 100 years old now and not die yet.  So her responsibility to take care of her still.

I know from my mistress job one thing for sure.  No foreigner can understand the hell of life here.  The thing I hate to read the most from before when I did email is to hear somebody say every girl here has a buffalo story.  I don’t have a buffalo story I have a hell story.  But I forgot about that since long time ago now.  I am lucky I have somebody take care of my son for school.  Now he stay in the best international school and in 6 more year he will be first in my family to ever graduate high school and will go to university.  Last month he pass the grade 6 test for my country and he finish #3 not for my city but for all the school in the north.  Top 50 of all student grade 6 in the country.  What I am happy about the most is he will have a future.  His life will not be the same like my life and my mom life and her mom life before.

I am sorry I retire from my mistress job because really I love to do it.  But I never want my son to find my blog and my story and my photo and video from my life before so I had to stop.  Now I tell him to go to university outside of the country and when he go to never come back.  If he come back I will kill him lol.  I don’t know if he will listen because he see only the good life and he never see the life I survive before.  He have a beautiful house to stay in.  He have an amazing school.  He watch the hockey every day before the bus come to take him to school and he is so happy start next year the school will move to beside where i bought my house.  Now he can watch all the game in the morning before school start.  He speaks only English and never talk to me in my language.

Your mistress ask me to talk about my life before.  Enough?  Here it is a shit life for almost everybody ok.  Lucky I have amazing life now because of one man who let me to retire.  Thank you.

Wael’s Story

ตอนที่ฉันเป็นเด็ก ฉันอาศัยอยู่กับน้องสาวและครอบครัว ที่*******เรามีฐานะยากจน ทุกวันๆเราต้องไปขุดหาหน่อไม้ ในป่า ทุกวันต้องหาหน่อไม้วันละ 3 ชั่วโมง บางที่ทั้งวัน ขุดหน่อไม้ 3 ชั่วโมง ได้หน่อไม้ 1 กิโลถึง 2 กิโล หลังจากนั้นนำไปขายที่ตลาด 1 กิโลได้แค่ 5 บาท เป็นจำนวนเงินไม่มากนัก ต้องนำเงินนั้นมาซื้ออาหารและไปโรงเรียน ฉันทำงานตั้งแต่อายุ 10 ขวบ และน้องสาวของฉันเป็นคนพิการ ไม่เหมือนคนอื่น ฉันต้องดูแลเขา และครอบครัว ฉันต้องทำงานหนักทุกวัน จนถึงทุกวันนี้ ฉันต้องดูแลครอบครัว พ่อ แม่ ลูก และน้องสาวของฉัน ถ้าฉันไม่ดูแลเขาพวกเขา พวกเขาจะไม่มีเงินและอดตาย เพราะทุกคนไม่มีงานทำ และแม่ของฉันต้องดูแลลูกสาวของฉัน ฉันไม่เคยได้เห็นหน้าลูกของฉัน เพราะฉันต้องทำงานอยู่ที่****** เกือบทั้งหมด เงินที่ได้มา ฉันต้องดูแลครอบครัวทั้งหมด เกือบทั้งหมด เป็นชีวิตของคนไทย ที่ต้องทำงานหนัก และเพื่อดูแลครอบครั

So basically she’s saying that she grew up somewhere up north living with her sister at her mom and dad’s place.  Her house is the small square one with the thatched roof and laundry in the middle if you’re looking at the photo down below.  To make money the whole family went out in the fields looking for bamboo plants to bring back and sell at the market.  Each person would try to collect approximately 1kg of bamboo which could then be sold at the market for 5 baht.  It’d take about 3 hours to scavenge and transport back to the house a kilo of bamboo.  On the weekends they’d each spend half a day out looking for greater quantities to sell.

Even though Wael’s sister was born with down syndrome , she was required to pull her share of the burden because there are no benefits for those born with disabilities here.  But Wael would try to carry as much as the burden as she could so her sister could rest.  The family as a whole would get by on 200 baht per day which is about equivalent to what me and my mom got by on.  Works out to about $6 a day which is inline with what salaries would have been like back then.

Gotta keep in mind that like my family , her family lived on the outskirts of town.  In her case, a good 30km outside of the city so there were no factory jobs where she lived.  Anyways, she goes on to say that even today the onus of responsibility is upon her to take care of her mom , her dad, her disabled sister and her daughter.  Though Wael has two daughters she saw them only once per year up until a while ago.  She left them in her mother’s care after she finished university and moved to the big city to work as a chef.   Then I found her, rescued her by showing her alternate possibilities in life.

She finishes by saying that she still sends money to her family every month.  Then she says the same thing I told you … that pretty much all of us are bound by this responsibility of taking care of family because if they didn’t , the entire family tree would plunge back into poverty and starvation.

The Pig and the Python

There are no RRSP’s here.  No 401K’s .  No dividend paying mutual funds.  There’s plenty of lottery tickets though … they make sure any scrap of unspent money gets recirculated back into their pockets.  Average lifetime saving of a 60 year old retiree here is 0 bucks no whammys.

Ah but change is coming as the pig is about to explode out the ass end of the python.  See all those 6-8 child families born in the 50’s and 60’s that I talked about … well they’re all reaching 60-70 years old now.

And remember that birth rate I talked about , you know , that statistic that shows the average chick like me is having 0 babies now.  Means when the 30% of the senior citizen population dies off this decade there’ll be nobody to replace those jobs going forward.

The book The Pig and the Python is about how to invest wisely to take advantage of the post WWII baby boom.   Since the same population demographics are even more dramatic in MagicLand, we can also take advantage of the pig blowing out the ass end of the python.  If you agree with me that girls my age are done with being poor here , and showing it by keeping our legs shut … well then I’d start short selling the stock market short  right about now.  Of course there’s always the chance those free magic pills they handed out on Valentine’s day will work dramatically.  Riiiiiiiiight.

So if it’s “not that bad” living in a poor country , why are girls keeping their legs shut ?

It its not that bad , why can I not wait to live 9,000 km away from here.

If it’s not that bad , why do I continue to dream of a place where dreams really do come true?  For on this side of the rainbow, they don’t.

xx

Thai Mistress | Jaa | Elite Bankok Domina - Bangkok Thailand 's elite domina and femdom novelist , featuring the sexiest bdsm related blog in Asia. Specializing in Tease & Denial

Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Je Ne Sais Quois | Every Mistress Has It

That “je ne sais quois” , we both have it.  Mistress Wael is incredibly, absolutely, extremely, supremely, unbelievably different than the creature of femdom I have become.  In trying to explain just why exactly that is to a gentleman who partook of Wael’s style last night , I found myself calling her here from school just to discuss why she thinks I’m so hardcore.  This is the email that set off my deep train of thought:

John James
9:18 AM (1 hour ago)

to me
I went to see Wael last night, it was amazing! I had a great time. She told me that you are harder? do you do it harder? I go back to England in 5 weeks. I will try to book with you before then. I want to see you so bad, especially after you sent those pics.

My immediate reply to him was as such:

jaa4u.com | Goddess <mistress.pasaya@gmail.com>
10:30 AM (14 minutes ago)

to John
We’re different Wael and I.

She says I’m harder only because she’s been involved in a few sessions where the guy wanted extreme domination and I complied , and once she witnessed that side of me it did two things for her. Most importantly, it showed her that one can be completely normal even if once in a while a certain side needs to be unleashed , kind of like Batman.

I think that helped her accomplish sessions like yours must have been last night , because now she knows she can wake up today and be the same sweet girl.

The other thing being with me taught her is that we , acting as a mistress , must scale our personality to the personality of the man we are seeing. Some like seduction , some like to be kept confused and thus on edge , and some need a good bloody fight to secede and relinquish power.

She is still holding on to her love of Thai traditions , Thai religious practices .. hell , she’s going on an all day pilgrimage tomorrow to climb a mountain in Chantaburi just to pray and seek the wisdom of a fortune teller. So she’s more tormented than I am by doing what she did with you last night. I heard you had a wild ass exploration experience

Her view of me being harder also comes from her view of my choice to shed myself of anything and everything that has to do with being Thai. I think she interprets my hatred for this place as me being hard. That’s not true though. I’ve been hardened from the life I’ve had.

So to answer your question, do I do it harder? I can. I can do it lighter as well. I can do it as sexy as you can take it , or as bad ass as you can endure. Depends what I read into you.

xx

I’m on a lunch break here at my German language class so I don’t have time to fully go into things.

But I do have some stuff I’ve written down in drafts of posts yet unpublished that are like thoughts I have at 3am on some nights that cause me to wake up and download to writing just what’s bothering my mistress mind.

One of those scribblings relates well to what his email was asking:

“They laugh at me because I’m different; I laugh at them because they’re all the same.”

What men don’t get is that the shit they try on other women absolutely and unequivocally doesn’t work on girls like me.

I can be talking about domestic violence just as equally as I can be talking about a dude flirting with a girl at a bar.

In tonight’s session this guy asked me if meeting a mistress accidentally in a real life setting can be as unsettling as this movie scene:

Yes, absolutely.

For example, let’s say that’s me in the clip that he’s coming on to.  He’s basing my possible reactions to all his verbiage based on the sum of his previous interactions with girls in his life, correct?  So by that measure, there is no possible way he can gauge my reactions because I’ve kicked over one hundred guys in the balls , what other woman has done that?

I’ve seen men beg , cry even , being tied to my bed and at my mercy as I hold their swollen cock in my hand for the forth hour in a row.  I’m not talking the average Joe on the street either, I’m talking big 6’4″ dudes that tower above me and have scary ass neck tattoos.

I’ve fed men , kicking and screaming underneath my ass , right from the source to their throat and then stood above them watching them eat it without complaint – for doing so would permanently end any further contact with me.

Last week I fed a man to twelve ladyboys right here in this room and watched while sipping tea as they gang raped him for two straight hours.  I watched that the way an alpha wolf would watch over his pack devouring a slaughtered deer, without emotion as it was just part of the life cycle we’re all involved in.

Around this time last year I broke a personal milestone by sticking 100 needles through a guys cock and balls – after – I had stuffed the biggest catheter tube down the hole of his cock.  Then I subjected him to an hour of tickle torture which made him bounce his pin filled balls all over my marble floor.  Took an hour to mop up the blood thereafter.

Do you think that there is anything the guy in the video can say to a girl like me to phase me , rock my world , or make my heart flutter?  I quarrel with such men the way a boot quarrels with an ant.

At the fashion show last night (sorry for the Gomer Pyle cover up) , every male model took time at the party to seek me out.  There were countless girls there , some taller than me, some bigger breasted than I , some rocking a million baht or more of name brand clothes and accessories, yet none of them had that “je ne sais quois” which allured all the men to me.  That “je ne sais quois” comes from not just meeting over 10,000 men the past five years, but making each and every one of them beg for my favor.

“You’re so Un-Thai-Like” said the Italian model to me over a beer.

“That’s because I’m not Thai” i said back to him.

“But you are born from here, you live here, surely you are Thai.

“Surely , I’m not.  Contemplate that , it’ll take you an evening of thought to get to the bottom of what that means exactly.”

I know, it’s hard to be philosophical with a beer in the hand and three super hot guys all posing for selfies with me , but that reply is truly deep.  The comment went right over his head, I hope it doesn’t go over yours though.  I would have said the same thing had I been born in Holland or France or Canada or New Zealand.  Does that help?

“Je ne sais quois” at its heart means “i cannot relate to the feeling that’s being inspired inside me because I cannot quite put a finger on it for some reason.”

To elicit that type of reaction in men – DAILY – it thus means that I have life experiences so very far removed from anyone else that they just cannot categorize me.  While that may be exciting for a guy , for me it means isolation.

“Je ne sais quois” means to be different.  So different that I become a word on the tip of your tongue , but you can never remember.

I have life experiences that you just can’t relate to.  “Here’s us$3,000 , go live in Russia for a year.  There’s no coming home early , and there’s no possibility of asking for further assistance from family or friends.”  Could you do it?  I did. (well not Russia, but ..)

What if you had to live under a bridge wile in Russia for a couple of weeks, shivering in the cold with nothing to eat.  Would you find a way to survive?  I did.

Am I being melodramatic?  Nah, i’m just stating facts.  What’s cool about that though, is I’ve noticed people are repelled like a magnet from anything that does not fit in with what is in their definition of normal.  If you have the stomach for it, watch the reaction of the people who witness this car disintegrate , and then just continue to cross the road.   Or in the same video , this taxi driver who crushes a girl on the road and yet , cannot or will not face the reality of what just happened.

Interestingly, both those pedestians and the taxi driver were gifted a bit of “je ne sais quois” after experiencing those situations.  A tiny bit, but a bit nonetheless.

Bear with me, i’m gonna try to explain this next bit as best I can even though it’s 4am and i’m still a bit drunk.

While people are gaining these bits of “je ne sais quois” , they’re wholly reproachable.  My first bdsm sessions that I did on my own after Jaa retired were not that great.  There’s a hidden sense – like an odor – that each guy was picking up on , that revealed I didn’t have the life experience needed to move the needle on how they wanted to feel in session with me.

Ya I kicked their balls.  Yes I teased them.  Yes I seduced them.  Each time picking up a fragment of the “je ne sais quois” , like filling a bottle of milk a drop at a time.  But they weren’t great sessions, I admit that.

To extrapolate away from mistress life … I did live under a bridge in a foreign country – while attending college.  In those first three months there , I was as repulsive as a skunk.  I couldn’t get a friend for the life of me ,  I sat by myself in class , and yet I was picking up these drops of “je ne sais quois” by surviving.  By finding a job , by working all evening , by finding a 4 foot by 8 foot “room” to live in , by buying food, then clothes, then a tutor,  then a nicer place to live – the bottle filled and as it did I stopped repelling people.

Here’s the cool thing though.  By the end of that college year ,  I was the most popular girl in all my classes.

My theory on why that was :  because I had acquired so much “je ne sais quois” from my totally abnormal experience there that I suddenly became “that girl who has something elusive about her” and I had groups of guys begging to help me with my English every night.  One guy , Roger, would bring me steak dinner from the restaurant he worked in at 11 pm , and he’d do so every night.  Eight months earlier, none of them would give me the time of day.

Similarly , getting back to my mistress life , around two years ago I just knew I could command men.  Took about a hundred sessions to get to that point ,  but once I reached it – my “je ne sais quois” went through the roof.  It helped that somehow around three years ago I got really hot after coming back from oversees , but honestly it’s more than that.

It’s the sum of everything in my life … starting when I shed myself of being the typical Thai girl and rebelling back in school and drawing the ire of every teacher I ever had.  I have acquired a shit ton of “je ne sais quois” , like 500 more gallons than anyone that I’ve seen has.

I think I passed out after writing that final sentence if I remember correctly , it was like a year ago that I wrote it.  My “je ne sais quois” value has a few hundred more bottles accumulated since then.  Makes guys absolutely melt when they see me.

Tongue in cheek thought of the day before I go write this German test :

Wael’s going on what basically amounts to a pilgrimage tomorrow to ask a broke as fuck fortune teller “seeped” in orange garbs with the wisdom a thousand gold painted elephant statues has imparted on him… to ask said guru to send her a boyfriend (for a few hundred baht payment)

That’s gotta be worth 3 or 4 drops of “je ne sais quois” life experience liquid for her don’t ya think?  lol

xx

Thai Mistress | Jaa | Elite Bankok Domina - Bangkok Thailand 's elite domina and femdom novelist , featuring the sexiest bdsm related blog in Asia. Specializing in Tease & Denial

Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Learn Thai in 20 Minutes | #easyascanbe

How can one learn Thai in 20 minutes , really?

Well , because the guy who created the language was the same guy who named our capital city after what us girls love to do with a hot guy after a few drinks.  No, I jest.  The reason is ,  if you can get yourself to think like you’re so remarkably stoned – to the point where you can barely put together 20 words of the language you speak – then that’s all you need to be fluent in Thai.

And I can get you there in 20 minutes.  No not by feeding you mushroom cookies like they’re M&M’s , but by comparing how easy Thai is to this unnecessarily complicated language I’m learning right now called German.

I swear , back in Old Saxon  in the 8th century there must have been a group of High German writers who though they wanted their works to be understood by as many readers as possible decided it’d be better to create a language that for starters sounds like two cats and a typewriter covered in tin foil being thrown down a rather large set of stairs.

24/30 on my first German exam. You wouldn’t believe how hard I studied for that 90 minutes of hell. pic.twitter.com/EPcZ6DYJOR

— GoddessKhaleesa (@FemDom_Khaleesa) March 2, 2017

Then , as they sat down in their field of cannabis ,  as I understand it – one of the first things they did was to translate the Bible into what was known as Meißner Deutsch.  So no doubt they came across the story of Noah and the Ark – and I’ll bet you that while they were higher than giraffe pussy , they read that story and said “fuck, how did Noah determine if the two mosquitoes were male or female?”

Can’t have that kind of confusion about so they said ….  “Let’s make every word in the world masculine or feminine.”

Then as they sat around nodding wondering if that was enough , one of them said “fuck no.”

“Let’s make the words like marriage … where you have to agree with everything.”

So now this pronoun has to agree with that pronoun but is spelled differently if it’s singular or plural or referring to you instead of him or I.   And so on.  And so on.  Fuck that.

There must be an easier language to learn than this right?

Well there is, it’s called Thai , so without further adieu, please open your Thai for Germans 500 page text book to page 21 of the introduction and let us begin :

Chapter 1 – Pronouns.

Rip it out.  That’s right , rip it out , no need for it.  All those pages full of Him, Her, She , It , His , Mine, Ours , Theirs … be gone.  We don’t use that shit.

There’s only 2 words you have to know : 1 is Phom (I, me et al. ) and the 2nd is Khun (you) , and 98% of the time we don’t even use those two words either.

Chapter 2 – Gender Association.

Rip it out.  Be gone vile thing.  We don’t give a shit whether a blade of grass has a dick or a pussy.  You know why?  Cuz we’re not fucking insane, that’s why.

Chapters 3-31 – Tenses

Rip those out too.  Ya all of them.  You can take all 28 of your tenses and chuck ’em all in the garbage bin.  I’ll wait.  So much for the simple past, the past continuous, the past perfect, the past perfect continuous and the past pregnant: it’s all tinder now.

In Thai we have 3 tenses.  Past.  Present.  Future.

Those tenses are represented by two words and two words only.

Past :  Laew.  (pronounced LOUD without the D at the end.)

Future :  Jaa  (astute readers will realize Mistress Jaa now means Mistress of the Future )

Present :  nothing

So pretending the word GO is the same in Thai , to say :

I will go :  Jaa Go

I’m going , or any present variation of that :   Go

I went :  Go Laew

Chapters 32-35  – Indefinite Articles “A”  “An”

Rip those chapters out too.  Apple is Apple in Thai.  Banana is Banana – unless owned by a ladyboy in which case it may be present or un-present.

Ok so what do we have left of the book?  Well pretty much the vocabulary section and sentence structure and those are caveman basic to learn.

You need 6 verbs:

Go.  Come.  Do.  Up.  Down.  Get.

Pai.  Maa.  Tam.  Kun.  Long.  Rap.    You can memorize 3 letter words right?  lol

The rest you can learn if you wish , but with these 6 you can say anything you want in Thai.  If you learn up and down you also just learned “get on, get off, board, disembark” as well.

For vocabulary , it works like this.  Once you learn a word , you’ll find that it combines with other basic words to make all kinds of new words.  So for every word you take the effort to memorize , you learned 10 more as a bonus.

So let’s say you learned :   vehicle (rote – wrote without the W) ,  Get ( rap) , Send (song) ,  School Student (nak-rian)

Well you just learned :

rot taxi , rot car , rot bus.

And you just learned how to say school bus.  Can you figure it out?  (Think how a caveman would describe the function of a school bus)

Rot Rap Song Nak Rian  –  or essentially :  vehicle   (who’s purpose is to)   pickup    and     send       school students.

So once you throw out the many different variations of saying something , and you instead distill the thought down to its basic concept , you can then throw out all these sentences for example:

Where did you go?

Where did you come from?

Where have you been?

What have you been up to?

Where were you?

which all gets condensed down to it’s most basic description.  Can you guess it?

Go.  Where.  Come.

Pai.  Nai.  Maa.

How would you answer :  “I went to go get the kids”  if I told you Kids = Luke as in Luke Skywalker.   Well there’s no “I”.  There’s no past tense of go.  There’s no definite article THE.  There’s no plural of kids.  The bare bones of that sentence , which is how we speak , thus becomes :

Go.  Get. Kid.  Come.

Pai.  Rap.  Luuk.  Maa

But what about the tones?  They’re so hard.  How many tones are there?  What do they sound like?  How long does it take to master the tones?

A:  Fuck tones !!!!

Why?  Well if you are an English speaker and I say to you :  “I live close Mariott Hotel but I stay inside because I not use to weather so hot.”  Can you figure out what I’m trying to say?  Ya of course you can , you know why?  You’re not stupid.  You’re brain has this remarkable ability to interpret my meaning and to change words on the fly until what I said makes sense.

Same with Thai.

Because we have 5 tones, one word like Cow – can have 5 meanings depending if you screamied “COW!”  like you saw the terrifying Cows in a Far Side Cartoon , or you saw one crossing the highway in front of your speeding car and you screamed at your wife “Watch the Cooooooow … bang!”

So you’re in a Taxi ok.

And for argument sake , you know that the word “go in / enter ” is COW , and that the word Street is SOY , as in soy sauce, and that the word for Here is “tea knee”

You say to the taxi driver in Thai while pointing at the small street upcoming on your left hand side :

“cow soy tea knee”

Now to the taxi driver , depending on the “tone” you accidentally blurted out , you could be saying any of the following :

“Rice Beautiful Get The Hell Out Of The Way”

“White Necklace Move”

“News Beautiful This”

“Enter Street Here”

If the taxi driver has half a brain , which one of those do you think he’ll choose as your meaning?  Hmm, given the general IQ of the male population around here he’d probably choose “Rice beautiful get the hell out of the way” and flee from his taxi leaving you alone on the highway.

With a little luck though, he’d hang a left at the next street and you’d be home sweet home.

One caveat.  A great many Thais will be overcome with a paralyzing terror called “Foreigner Brain Freeze” where they’ll look at you like a deer caught in headlights and will simply blink at you endlessly even if you’ve spoken to them in perfect Thai.

There you have it.  You’re well on your way to being fluent.  Took you all of twenty minutes right?  Now if one of you guys can streamline this German for me so that I can be fluent in it today that’d be great.  I was up all last night studying for this first exam and it was worth it as I got 80% but geez, there’s another 10 months of it ahead of me.

xx

Thai Mistress | Jaa | Elite Bankok Domina - Bangkok Thailand 's elite domina and femdom novelist , featuring the sexiest bdsm related blog in Asia. Specializing in Tease & Denial

Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Femdom Name Calling | Celebrating Kindness

Remember that a person’s name is, to that person, the sweetest and most important sound in any language. “The average person is more interested in their own name than in all the other names in the world put together.” People love their names so much that they will often donate large amounts of money just to have a building named after themselves. We can make people feel extremely valued and important by remembering their name. (How to Wind Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie)

Oh, people love their names so much they’ll donate much more than money to hear it spoken.

Here’s a little fact that I’ve learned from years of discussions with submissive guys over dinner :  most of them were subjected to name calling in school.  I met one guy who told me he never heard his name from the age of 10 to the age of 18.  At school they called him Spock due to his bowl like haircut , at hockey they called him Goon , and his dad called him Shithead.  Last week I had dinner with a gentleman who was called Retard at rugby for 10 years , even though he has the hands of a giant and the thickness of two men.

Yet even with his gargantuan size he sat across the table from me at Above Eleven and used the napkin to wipe away a tear from his eye as he told me the story of his tormented life in school just because he was goofy looking and socially awkward because of it.

An hour later he was doing pushups in my living room with me on his back and both my feet wrapped around his face and my big toe on either foot in the corner of his mouth like a tongue tie on a racehorse.   As much as he loved being used by me like that , and as much as he begged to be treated in an even more humiliating manner , I always called him by his name.  In fact, I call everybody by their name for the sound of it truly is the sweetest sound in the universe.

I just thought you’d find it interesting that every time I’m asked what my “taboo” is – the limit of what I won’t do ; my answer is simply that I usually won’t strip somebody of their name in a session.  I’ll spank them silly , hell I’ll even cane a guys ass and back until their is no white skin left.  I’ll piss for 2 straight minutes down a guys throat without a second thought even as he pounds my bathroom tiles with his wildly thrashing feet.  I’ll set a guys dick on fire with fiery heat producing massage oil as I stroke it and laugh for two hours , and I’ve even done tickle torture with tease where the guy passed out from hyperventilating – and when he regained consciousness I continued on until he passed out again thirty minutes later.

There is no taboo in what I do , I’ve done it all.  But the sessions I’m most uncomfortable with is when he’s demanded to be stripped of his name.  I turned two such sessions down this past weekend after a mid-week affair that had me calling a guy cuntface in public at his request.

I tried unsuccessfully trying to get to the core of why he wanted to be  addressed like that.  When he came out from the washroom at the restaurant we were at with the word ‘cuntface’ (with the N written in reverse) self written across his forehead with black magic marker – I had one of those exquisitely rare moments where I got up and walked away from the session.  That’s only the second time I’ve called off a session in 4 years.

You are born submissive.

That cannot be changed.  Just as an alpha-wolf IS an alpha-wolf, he doesn’t “become” the alpha it just naturally comes out in his personality.  The Omega wolf, the most submissive of the pack is similarly born with that trait as well.

What defines you gentlemen as submissive’s , wanting so very much to submit to a woman , is your experiences growing up.  How you interpret and internalize those experiences defines which path you will take in your femdom journey.

For example, one story recounted to me by a young kid – and by young I mean relative to me as I’m still quite young myself having not turned 30 yet – was again over dinner where he told me his earliest memories of wanting to be submissive came in his dreams when he was still 8 or 9 years old.

One day behind his school they were putting in tall lampposts from the recess area along the walkway to the teacher’s parking lot and it was one of the first times in his life he saw concrete in its liquid form as the workers poured the paste into a pit that was to house the base of the lamppost.  Sometime after seeing that he began having a recurring dream where the prettiest two girls in his class – Suzie and Mirrella – would order him into that pit and he’d be encased there while they did all sorts of things to him like wiping their feet on his face, spitting down into his mouth , and straddling over his head.

His first actual real experience with femdom however didn’t occur until he was about 13 by his recollection.  While playing with two girls who lived across the street from him, one of them spat down at him from the balcony above him and by sheer accident he looked up as the spit hit him in the eye and ran down his face.  When he wiped it off he said he purposefully didn’t move hoping she would do it again , and when she in fact ordered him to open his mouth and look up he said that was the first time he remembered having such a hard boner that his dick began to convulse on its own inside his pants trying to ejaculate from the excitement.

When her spit landed directly in the back of his throat he couldn’t stop gagging and his present day memory is hearing the two girls shrieking in laughter as he ran home coughing and suppressing a gag reaction.

For weeks he avoided being seen by those two girls , and even though to him they were not at all pretty , that incident was the only thing he tossed off to that summer.  In fact get this , that memory is still so vividly strong that even now he jacks off to the memory of that day … giving you an idea of just how strong a femdom experience is as opposed to a normal sexual experience.

Can you remember fucking your first girlfriend on any occasion in such detail as he explained that experience to me?  No you cannot.

When he saw the girl who spit in his mouth at school that September she started calling him “spitboy” every time they crossed paths in the hallway.

I asked him right then “what is your present recollection of Suzie and Mirella , do you remember then fondly?”

“Yes very” he replied.  The connotation of being “tortured” by those two even though it was only in a dream was a good one and that’s because (in my opinion) it was a fantasy in which he wasn’t looked down upon by the girls.

Whereas when I asked him to tell me the names of the two girls who spit on him , he can’t recollect as his mind has since blocked out their names.  Interesting eh?  He can remember the names of the two girls from 9 years old via a fictional event , yet his mind actively has blocked the names of the two girls who resorted to name calling after a quite real event.

I couldn’t wait to get to the session that evening because I had a theory that needed proving and it did.  He would let me face sit him for an hour and his dick would be hard as a rock without me touching it.  Yet in the second hour when I cuddled up to him and told him to open his mouth so I could drop a ball of spit slowly onto his tongue … his dick went flacid and his head jerked back in retreat from my request.

For the rest of the session , no matter how much I cupped his balls or played with his cock, he couldn’t regain a stiff hard on whatsoever.

This is what I mean when I say that the experiences you have over your lifetime define your path of submissiveness.

Just like you, this guy was born submissive.  Eight years old is young enough to not have an idea of sexuality , yet not so young to already know what path the eventual sexuality will take.  I have heard over a hundred stories that clearly show me why somebody likes spanking, or ballbusting , or an innocent tease.

But the guys who are messed up the most in trying to interpret their submissive nature are the ones who were subjected to name calling.  One’s name is so very important.

Like even for me, you probably don’t know this but I absolutely cannot stand being called Mistress Jaa.  I hate it.  I despise the name.  Because it’s not me.  But I have to keep that name since the original Jaa named the website after herself, a property which I’ve since inherited.   I tried using my real name at the start because that seemed the most honest way to introduce myself in my blog and got caught in a hell storm of libel and slanderous attacks thereafter.  When I tried to change the name it caused great confusion so I’ve recently just said fuck it and gone with Jaa – then quickly getting you to address me properly once we’re talking with email.

Since I know personally how much it grates on my nerves being addressed as Jaa , and I know how many stories I’ve heard over dinner of you guys being called names in your younger years , I thus derive great pleasure from coming home from a long sweaty run, taking off my shoes and socks at the door and discarding them on your body – serving as my doormat as I address you by name and say while looking down at you ” ____ , you’re the best damn foot cleaner in the city , be a dear and clean my feet for an hour will you?”

And you’ll do it.  Because people love their name so much , they’ll devote any part of their body to hear it.

xx

Thai Mistress | Jaa | Elite Bankok Domina - Bangkok Thailand 's elite domina and femdom novelist , featuring the sexiest bdsm related blog in Asia. Specializing in Tease & Denial

Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> The Walking Dead S07 | Plot Matters

The Walking Dead Season 7 has convinced me that we as a society have not taken the proper measures to ensure all the smart people in the world have been getting laid and pro creating since the turn of the century.

That’s right.  Since about the mid 1990’s people like Steven King , Arthur C. Clark , Stanley Kubrick ; and all other writers of the same quality died without any girls making sure they produced offspring.   Well Steven’s not dead but he’s a Red Sox fan so I hold out no hope for his children to have the willpower to write.  (yes i realize that doesn’t make much sense but I’m writing this while hungry and munching on broccoli so that’s my excuse.)

Gone are great stories like Apocalypse Now , Memento , Childhood’s End , The Gunslinger.

To be replaced by such soggy porridge written material like Cars 2 , Star Wars : The Force Awakens , and Sharknado.

Granted, Sharknado is on the top of every “Must See Movies While On Acid” top 10 list so I’ll give the writers for that a back door high five.  You know, the kind of secretive “we fucked up so bad we accidentally begat a cult classic” high five.  (The Evil Dead , House , etc)

Writing such a gem of a god-awful script used to be like catching lightning in a barrel , nowadays it happens so frequently that trying to see a well written movie is fruitful as waiting for rain in the Gobi desert.

That’s why I’m here in this fucking German immersion class , I got duped into signing up for this torture.  Previous to this, my afternoons were spent in seat D1 at Terminal 21’s movie theater watching one or two movies an afternoon , something I’ve been doing for the past six years since returning to Thailand.  But like a rock being eroded by waves over the centuries , so to was my brain being eroded by the endless stream of garbage that I was paying to watch.

You must consider that my fondness for books and movies came from my teenage years as I used their medium to break free of the absolute stupidity that is the Thai school system.  I daydreamed a whole week away in school reminiscing over the genius of the movie Memento.  I skipped school on Hitler Appreciation Day thanks to having watched Schindler’s List.

“Quite an experience to live in fear isn’t it?  That’s what it is to be a slave.”  That quote from Blade Runner’s Roy Batty , in one of the best impromptu monologues ever , still haunts me to this day as it echoed how I felt growing up , his “like tears in rain” line would need a hundred blog stories to properly explain how hard that line hit home with me.

But I’m not here to argue the merits of Blade Runner and where it stands in the queue of greatest movies ever.  I’m here to lament that such great movies are becoming extinct.  More so , I’m here to scream through thunder that movies over the past half decade are now unwatchable.  I’m telling you that I’m here in German class because I saw in succession , XXX Return of Xander Cage , Resident Evil : The Final Chapter , Star Wars : The Force Awakens , and the aptly named The Disappointments Room ; and I just couldn’t subject myself to such shit any longer.

I first thought it comical that the *must subscribe YouTube channel Screen Junkies reiterated my exact same thought while watching The Force Awakens :  “they shamelessly remade A New Hope” and passed it off as a new movie.

Then I realized, I’m not 30 years old yet , and I’ve seen every plot Hollywood is going to allow me to see.  Plots are repackaged more than Christmas Fruit Cake , I’ve seen a variation of The Hunger Games now 10 different times in the past three years …

Where this all goes horribly wrong is when I have to stand up and applaud the writers for all these horrid movies because – at least they are plots that albeit awkwardly , push the plot of said movie forward in a way that kind of , sort of , more or less , makes sense.

Because the shit that the writers of The Walking Dead have put forth this season is devoid of all plot.  I used to hold out hope for two shows I could shamelessly torrent every week, The Walking Dead and Game of Thrones.  Well there was a third, but Black Mirror was saved by the only good guys left in the galaxy – NetFlix.

Now that I know Game of Thrones will come to an end by this Christmas , I’m left with this steaming pile of horse shit called The Walking Dead , a show that proves good writers don’t exist any longer.  Because a good writer always respects the intelligence of the reader , and by presenting plausible sequences of events the opportunity to build believable character reactions presents itself readily.

What the writers of The Walking Dead have done is basically told its audience : you’re all idiots incapable of thought.  Thus, The Walking Dead has devolved into the same toxic waste that I’ve had to sit through at the movie theater every day.

Far be it for me , a mistress from a third world country with only a blog for my portfolio of writing as a display for my talents , to tell writers of The Walking Dead what they should have done with the train wreck season 7 has become, but that’s what I’m going to do anyways.

For starters , to end last season , Glen’s brain matter was spilled over the dirt by Negan’s baseball bat , the spray of that blood landing on Maggie’s stomach, inside of which she’s carrying Glen’s unborn baby.   That’s how you set up a protagonist for the following season, which Maggie should have been.  Instead she’s been given 4 minutes of screen time in the following 5 hours of film.

Two months ago the show introduced a tribe of amazon women living in their own little society hidden from Negan’s group of Saviors.  Haven’t heard from them since.  Here’s a hint and a half for your ass – I’m addressing the writers of The Walking Dead here – have a reason for introducing a new character – let alone 50 of them.  Follow up by including newly introduced characters into the plot instead of abandoning them after one episode.  Just a little FYI there, you’re welcome.

This month The Walking Dead brought Gene L. Coon back from the dead to reintroduce The Gorn from Star Trek in the form of the garbage tribe.  Except Gene was a great writer , while The Walking Dead writers write with the collective intellectual IQ of a gerbil.

See instead of , oh say , hiding a few guns for later , Rick instead gives all the guns he and Michone found to a group of barely literate Garbage Patch Kids.  Well why wouldn’t he , after all he left a fat chick who’s never held a gun in charge of their inventory back home and failed to stash a few even back then.  Negan in his infinite wisdom (provided by the writers) fails to ever leave a guard or a spy or perhaps even a dude in a tree to watch over the communities providing for him , so it’d be a piece of cake to take that sniper rifle Rosita has and put a bullet through his head any time he shows up unprotected – like he did every week until he lately decided hiding in his fortress is a better tactical move.  Clap clap.

Instead of mounting any sort of attack , the show has instead spent the past 5 episodes debating whether they should attack , which is added to the 5 episodes they debated about attacking in the earlier part of season 7 bringing the grand total of attack planning dialogue to a whopping 10 hours out of the 15 this year.  Here’s another hint for The Walking Dead writers – move the plot forward !!   No really – move it forward.  Didn’t you learn from The Farm Season 2?

Here’s my Honest Trailer Review of the latest episode of The Walking Dead – Episode 14 – The Other Side.

Watch as Sasha and Rosita embark on a suicide mission to storm Negan’s stronghold and murder him in his sleep , but then brilliantly conclude they’re better off waiting outside to plunk him with a bullet when he comes out to get the mail.  Except they give up after they don’t get a clean shot the first time and storm the factory full of narrow hallways – armed with a sniper rifle.  What the fuck?

We need to stop stupid people from fucking each other so that we stop making more stupid people.  Your job , be you a man or woman , is to find a real smart person and make sure that guy or girl makes babies.  Because if you don’t , your sons and daughters are going to be watching stuff even worse than what we’re watching right now.

That’s right, they’ll be watching Disney’s Cars 27  – because all the smart people who created Pixar will be dead by then – and Disney is the factory from which Gerbil writers proliferate.

They’ll be watching Star Wars : A New New New Hope.

I don’t know how they’ll fuck up the remake of Memento, but they’ll find a way and your kids will end up watching Memento for Dummies , which is just wrong.

If you don’t do something right now about banging a smart person, your kids will watch Sharknado 5 , which means they’ll be on acid.

Don’t let it happen !!

xx

Thai Mistress | Jaa | Elite Bankok Domina - Bangkok Thailand 's elite domina and femdom novelist , featuring the sexiest bdsm related blog in Asia. Specializing in Tease & Denial

Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Black Belt Mistress

The question is :  What are some good tips on how to be a good mistress for my boyfriend / husband ?

The answer in general is : There are none.

My elaboration on the reply draws upon a unique experience I had at one of my few jiu jitsu classes ( I later discovered I enjoyed Muay Thai much more ) where there is a parallel between the black belt on the mat and the mindset of being a mistress.

It was my third class  …  I know because I only attended four before I came to the conclusion that grabbing a guy by his nuts is equally effective as any technique I’d be learning on the mats.  At that time I had the complete opposite sleep schedule as I do now and found morning classes to suit me perfectly , so as the rising sun shone in through the front door of the gym and I was lazily doing my yoga stretches before class , a hulking silhouette yanked the door ajar and in stepped the most intimidating man I’ve ever seen in my short life.

A hush befell the 4-5 dudes that were there to train with me as they gazed upon this massive Russian beast of a man who quite literally could dismember anybody in that gym given the opportunity to display his power.  This guys legs were as thick as my body , a product of being Russia’s dead-lifting champion at the time , and he carried himself in the way he walked the way a gorilla would as he strode across his Savannah home.

The black belt on the mat , the one teaching the classes in the morning sprung to his feet and welcomed the Russian beast to the gym , but not in a way where one could sense it was his job to do so.  You could read into the formalities of the handshake and introductions that my teacher was subconsciously saying “you might be a gorilla being as big as you are , but make no mistake – I’m the lion in these here parts.”

I was never allowed to fight as I was a complete beginner , but how jiu jitsu classes go is : at the end of the hour of the technique portion of the class begins the thirty minutes where you roll (fight) , and so I was chill about things that morning since I wasn’t going to participate – there was a heaviness in the air one could just sense that this gorilla and lion were going to go at it once the 60 minute bell had rung.

Just as I am a total non-threatening 45 kg soaking wet , my teacher for a guy had the physique of a math teacher.  Sure he was fit , but he was neither tall nor muscular.  When these two slapped hands to fight , well you could cut the tension in the room with a knife and even I was hanging around in my cute pink gi to see what was about to go down.

They clutched, and then in a display of muscle over mass , the beast tossed the black belt about 5 meters to the left the way a Grizzly would swipe at an annoying bee.  Then, to borrow a line from Keyser Soze – my teacher showed this man of will – what will really was.

What was left of that beast of a man after 5 minutes of fighting was a defeated dog crawling on all fours to the corner of the mat , only to collapse in the corner.  Then, unrelated to the purpose of this story , my teacher said a great line that I’ll never forget because of how true it was at the moment :  “fatigue makes pussies of us all” .

A black belt in Jiu Jitsu is a black belt because he’s put his time in.  There’s no ego in who he is because he’s been beaten over 10,000 times on his journey to being a black belt , and in that journey of defeat any sense of an ego gets left far behind.  What you have left is a pure distillate of a man (or woman) , a vintage that captures all that is great in a human without all the silly bravado carried by men who haven’t gone through the combine of continual failure.

That definition of a Jiu Jitsu black belt also encapsulates what it means to be a mistress.

I just am.  I am because I’ve put my time in with handling men, starting from being subjugated by them , which begat different methods of dealing with them until one realizes they don’t even need to be dealt with in the first place for I am what they so desperately want and the laws of supply and demand dictate they are at my beck and call – and not vice versa.  Once I realized that men as a species are laughable at how petty they are , they became as insignificant to me as an ant would be to a boot.

Remember at the end of The Matrix when Neo stopped trying to fight Agent Smith ?  That moment he realized everything was a computer program and he said “No” right before he stopped the bullets in mid flight …

It’s not that he stopped the bullets , that’s not what’s memorable to me.  What’s significant is he plucks a bullet out of it’s mid-air suspension and examines this thing that could kill him before … before discarding it and letting it drop to the ground.   It’s significant because that’s how I see men.

You will also notice in that scene that immediately after the bullet hits the floor the Agent’s in unison lower their weapons.  Important detail also, because until a woman reaches the point of “just knowing” they can control men … a man will always be able to sense if she is faking or not.

That’s what I mean by when I say “there are no tips to give” because no “tip” will get by a man’s sixth sense.  We’re talking about something primal after all , men have always dominated women and it’s built into our DNA.  It’s built into our DNA the same way as the famous  hawk/goose experiment showed that it’s a cultural reaction when a baby bird cowers at the sight of a hawk’s shadow.

What follows after this realization is not a game,  it’s rather a way of life.  Currently as you are reading this, I have 10 guys walking around the Earth permanently locked up wearing 2kg’s of solid metal chastity on their dick 24 hours a day.  I don’t do that because they want me to, nor do I do it because it’s amusing , it’s just simply a part of the process of these long term submissive men showing their complete and utter devotion to me.

I told you before when I stopped doing those scat sessions that I’ve evolved as a mistress where I’m always looking to add another man who understands the length and depth required to fully submit to his mistress.  To be my slave is much the same as enrolling as a white belt in one’s Jiu Jitsu journey to becoming a black belt … there will be countless failures along the way , there will be a steep learning curve , and it will be a great investment of finance , but in the end … to be fed something as miraculous as my shit is an honor that is of the highest magnitude.

Recently I had a session with a far too gorgeous man to be real.  In mid session , while tied spread-eagle upon my bed he looked at me with his rock hard cock staring up at me as well and said “go ahead, you can fuck it , I don’t mind.”

“I am” I said.

In fact, I had made up my mind what to do with this guy the minute I saw him in the lobby , for here was a guy all too used to getting what he wanted and I could tell instantly by the way he looked me up and down he had every intention of fucking me that evening.  While he was in the shower before the session I was in the bedroom “lubing up” the fake (but all too real feeling) silicone pussy I use for the occasional session.

“I don’t want you to see me naked” I said to him as I placed the blindfold over his face.

“Whatever you like babe”

Don’t ever call me babe in session.  Or even out of session for that matter.  When he called me that , it made what I was about to do to him even more sweet.  I sat over top of his thigh so he could feel my legs over his … everything to simulate the feeling just before the girl sits down on a guys cock … except it was the silicone pussy I was holding beneath me that slid onto his cock and his hips thrusted up to meet it as i did so.

“Wait, that’s not your pussy” he said quizically.

“No.  It’s something 10 times hotter than my pussy.” I replied with a matter-of-fact tone of voice.

Sure enough, no more then 5 seconds after his throbbing cock was sucking up the juice of the rubber pussy he began thrashing side to side to get his cock out.  You see, the lube I used … in Thai it’s simply called “Heat” which is self-explanatory no?  “Furnace” might be a better word perhaps , but Heat suffices.

I derived more pleasure from managing to find a way to keep pumping his cock with the furnace pussy while he outright screamed bloody murder … yes , I derived more pleasure from that than if I had fucked his brains out all night long … something that just doesn’t interest me in the least.

Am I a lesbian?  No. I like cock just as much as the next girl, especially when attached to a hunk like this guy.  But it’s on my fucking terms, not the man’s.  He gets laid when I want.  How I want.  Whenever I want .. even if it’s just once a year.  So be it .. its my terms.

In fact, I’m much more likely to tease my boy up so he’s ready to explode , then hog tie him and invite his best friend to fuck me while I bend over and smile at my boy’s tears .. and/or rage.  Then for kicks when his friend is about to shoot his load I’d make him pull off the condom and shoot his gooy-ness all over my boy’s face.

Just had a session 5 days ago where the guy said specifically that the only thing he didn’t want to do was suck another guy’s dick.  Guess what he ended up doing that night?  Why?  … because fuck men that’s why.  Fuck them and what they want or don’t want.  There is no want / don’t want with me , you simply do what I ask you to.

And why is that?  Why will 99% of all men who come to see me do exactly what I want no matter what it is?  Because I seduce them.

That’s the other part I can’t explain how to do.  Ok it helps to be smoking hot , and that I am.  But whereas other mistress’s seek to control a guy through pain, I seek to control him from his pure desire to want me in his life.  I truly , fully, unabashedly believe that I am the thing most men are looking for.

People who knew Michael Jordan when he was at the top of his game said he was crazy in how conceited he was.  If you want to be great , that’s the mindset you have to have.

It’s because I know I’m what you want  … that makes me irresistible after even one session.  After two , well it’s just not fair.  Once you’ve seen me three or more times, the question becomes “what won’t you do for me” and the answer is … nothing.

Now how do I go about explaining that kind of conceit to a normal everyday girl who wants to please her man more by playing the part of the mistress for him?

It’s simply not possible.  You can’t get handed a black belt overnight,  it has to be earned over time.

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> To Whom / or Whatever It May Concern :

Dawn has yet to break and rather than the quiet serenity that befells my condo at this early hour , there is an ominous weight in the air as the minutes feel like hours as they pass while I sit and wait for the scariest day of my life to unfold.

It’s been a week of reflection for me.  Reflection on the thing that matters the most :  life itself.  Close friends of mine have always had a good laugh at the cows I paid for to save their lives when they were sick , and the ostriches I’ve saved , the baby birds I’ve nurtured that were found behind my house when I was young.  The common thread through all my actions has been to not just to preserve life wherever possible, but to cherish it.

I remember writing in some blog story a long ways back that if I ever were to be laying on my death bed and had my life flash before my eyes ; I’d want it to be full of great things I’ve seen and done, and I think I’m doing a pretty good job staying true to my hopes for my life.

You know, I don’t smoke, I hardly ever drink , I go to the gym every day , I eat relatively healthy stuff …  I mean I’m not a perfect eater by any stretch of the imagination but I do stay away from most fried foods.

What I’m saying is , all in all , I think I’m a good girl.

I don’t really believe in god, though I do believe there is more out there , we just can’t conceptualize what that may be because of the unimaginable enormity of the universe.  But I’m going to take this moment anyways to walk out to my balcony here before the sun rises so I can get a good look at the stars above , and all I’m gonna say is “please , I’ve earned a bit of good luck don’t ya think?  … throw some my way today will ya?”

For those in the know , thank you for all your kind words.

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> The Blowjob Gauntlet & Solving For Sin(x)

So Wednesday is coming quite soon now and though I’m trying not to think about it , or write about it for that matter , it’s constantly there in my mind ; how can it not be?  You all have been very kind in your emails, I really appreciate the support.

What I really have enjoyed is the words used by you to express your feelings of emotion towards me have changed from “exquisite, beautiful , hot , sexy , etc” to “lovely , kind , special , and other words of that ilk and for me it’s nice to see that by most I’m looked at as more than a person who just fulfills fantasies.

The sessions I’ve done , especially this past month have been super intense.  We’ve (Wael and I) kind of blown the doors off what Tease & Denial can produce in terms of emotion.  I suppose I can copy/paste a long laundry list of post-session emails that support my thoughts , but my purpose is not to beat my own drum today.  Rather, I’m pontificating on what that secret ingredient is exactly that has propelled the sensuality of these sessions to a new level.

At first I thought it was this stressful thing I’ve been dealing with health wise that has brought out a lot of inner-reflection on my part , and perhaps I’ve been channeling all those “live life to the fullest” thoughts into my sessions more so than I was doing before.

But that wouldn’t describe why Wael’s FemDom sessions are exploding in popularity as the circumstances in her life are much different than mine at the moment.  Regarding Wael, I’ve seen her personality change so much recently that I need to consider re-writing her page as she’s no longer the sweet innocent doe caught in the headlights of life that I described her as being last year.  She downright gets off on controlling men now.  So much so that she persue’s that dominant/submissive relationship with men she dates.

You cannot learn a thing … you think you know. #trampling#bdsm#ballbusting pic.twitter.com/Z067Ih2vOC

— ThaiGoddessJaa (@FemDom_Khaleesa) May 21, 2017

For example , she runs now 2 hours a day in the morning and then another 1 hour at night.  While that’s all well and good , what I find so amusing is that she’ll arrange her sessions in the evening so that she can grab the guy by his hair when he gets to her condo and then shoves his face between her legs to suffer the dank dank musk of her unwashed sweaty pussy.  She’ll laugh and talk to me over dinner – eaten on her bed in her condo – while the guy is buried between her legs and told not to lick , kiss, or move the mouth in any manner whatsoever.

I ask her why she gets off on it so much and she replies “I like to see men suffer for me.”

Really?

This is the same girl who was sought out by every sex monger scuzzy dirty ass tourist who visited Bangkok before and found her innocence something they could exploit for their sexual benefit.  I dare say , If the guy between her legs does so much as think of licking while down there ; she’ll beat him within an inch of his life – and then go back to eating as if nothing happened.  To her , a slave is a slave ; there are rules and behaviors that one must follow and its very cool to see that she’s embraced all that I’ve taught her.

As for me , the “denial” in “Tease & Denial” has been deliciously fun to focus on as of late.

I’ve brought every man this past week ; except for one ; to the brink of tears.  My thing to do has been to lock guys in chastity after teasing them to the brink of insanity – and then sending them on their way locked up and securing the key to my necklace of 12 keys now.  Ya that’s right ; I currently have 12 men in the world who are so addicted to me that I’ve deprived them of the very thing they could call their own – their cock.  They can’t touch it, can’t stroke it , can’t cum.

So I got this idea from Dave a few months ago.  In that session he hired a girl from the bdsm place in town called Bar Bar to sit under the table at my condo and suck his cock for the full hour we ate dinner.  I’ve already had over 15 sessions in a row where I’ve let the guy crawl out of my condo with no relief and a throbbing dick that is so hard I can see it almost thrusting out of the pants of every man as they enter the elevator outside my door.

What I needed was some next level shit.  I’m always looking for something that takes guys to the next level of mental anguish , and to do so I called upon that experience with Dave which begat a series of “what if’s” in my mind.

The guy who was the one exception last week , well , we broke him.  Way beyond tears.

The guy is 5’10” , ok looking , but he’s one of these guys who’s so proud of his dick.  Ok, whatever.  I’ve seen more dicks than a gynecologist has seen pussies ; they’re no big deal.  I’ve had him locked up for 2 whole weeks – allowing him access to the key so he could shower and keep it cleanly on my orders to do so.  But more importantly , he’s been without orgasm for 2 entire months now ; a period of time that has included 4 sessions with me.

I promised him he could cum this session ; under one condition.  He had to pass the gauntlet.

This is how my mind works :  I see a movie.  I catalogue it.  Somehow I relate it to BDSM and bring an element of it into my session.  It’s cuz I live at the movie theater , every afternoon if you want to know where to find me .. I’m at Terminal 21 Cinema.

But in this case, I recalled a very old Clint Eastwood movie called The Gauntlet.  I saw it a long time ago on YouTube I think , and it was memorable to me because it was one of the first movies to give me lesbian hots for a girl.  I was in love with the main actresses tits and had several wet dreams back in university scratching my pussy on the bed to the thought of eating her out.  Why her?  I have no idea.  Maybe I was just really horny back then lol.

Anyways, in that movie he – Clint – drives an armored bus through a gauntlet of rifle shooting police officers trying to stop him and though the bus eats about 100,000 bullets going down the main street of town it manages to arrive at its final destination just as it falls apart at the seams.

Wow.  Wouldn’t it be wonderful if I could make a guy fall apart just the same as that bus did?

So I too ordered 5 girls from Bar Bar and lined them up on my living room sofa.  When Paul arrived I had Wael the rope bondage expert tie him up so he was totally helpless and in a bit of discomfort from being roped like a pig.

I had promised the girls a bbq dinner at my expense (well , his expense lol)  and my living room was decked out with enough food to feed a small army.  Each girl was to suck his dick for 20 minutes while the rest of us ate.

His orders from me were to not cum.  For if he did, he wasn’t allowed to see me again for a year.

Pssh you say, I know, I can hear your thoughts.  Well what you don’t know is that once a man is under my spell there is absolutely nothing he won’t do for me , often at my amusement.  But this was no trivial game.  It was a test of willpower.

Also, I have to keep in mind that when I regurgitate these events that the guys this story will connect with will instantly want a similar session so let me throw in one caveat.  From time to time I get guys who have been seeing me for a while who throw in the towel when it comes to their budget for a session and they propose a John Hammond “spared no expense” Jurassic Park type of session.

I have another one tonight as well that’s proposing 12 straight hours of me and Wael going nasty on him all through the night.  I don’t always say yes to them … the feeling / the moment / the timing all has to feel right.  You can’t just throw a bag of money at something like this , the dominos have to line up perfectly first.  This goes back to what I’m always talking about when I say I’m looking not for quantity of slaves , but quality.  Long term relationships allow some very deep exploration into the intricacies of one’s mind.

So this “spared no expense” guy gets hog tied and is so excited from having all these girls giggling at him while being rendered helpless … and I DO mean helpless as Wael is a master technician at bondage now that she’s studying it like it’s a university major … he’s so horned up from the humiliation he starts leaking precum from his cock all over the floor like a leaky faucet.  One minute into the first girls blowjob and he nearly shoots his load into her mouth begging her to stop.

Meanwhile I’m making him do trivial things like pass me a fork that’s sitting on the floor 2 feet to his left and he has to wiggle like a worm to fetch it with his mouth … all while the girl is trying to crawl slightly to keep his dick in her mouth.  Fun shit.

Not for him though.  By the time the third girl started sucking him he was struggling to last even a minute.  As soon as she’d start bobbing his eyes would clinch up and he’d contort his mouth calling on all his muscular contraction to hold his cum from shooting up the shaft too quickly.  I’d push his body with my foot and he’d plop over on the floor cooling his dick off on the cool ground before i’d roll him over like a sausage so she could do another minute of deep sucking.

When I finished washing his chastity and brought it over to him … he cowered like a dog about to be leashed all the while begging me to finish him first.

“I can’t , I just can’t be locked up again” he said repeatedly.

“Alright I’ll make you a deal” I said.  “If you can make it to my washroom and find a way to piss in the toilet within the next five minutes … I’ll let you cum by my hand.”

We were in the living room , for those of you who’ve been to my condo you know it’s a decent distance from the sofa here over to the bathroom.

Ever seen a worm squirm?

This guy plopped and flopped from one side to the next trying to gain an inch of ground towards the washroom … moving as if his life depended on it.  With his hands bound to his feet tightly behind his back he had to either inch across the floor using his man nipples , or alternatively he had to scrape his way to his knees while balancing on his forehead and wobble left then right to gain an inch of ground.

The laughter was sonorous.  At first we glanced at him over our shoulders but as he slowly but surely made it to the smaller colder tiles on the bathroom floor we all got up in unison to see how he might align himself to piss in the toilet while bound in such a state.  I’ll give him full marks for ingenuity though.  He launched himself like a springboard diver over top of the toilet from a kneeling position and landed with his head in my garbage can where my blood stained period pads stuck matted to his hair.  Well one did anyways, which brought another chorus of laughter from us.

“Well come on let’s hear you piss” I said ,  “you only have 90 seconds left.”

“It won’t make a sound” he complained.

“Why?”

“Because my dick is in the water.” he replied and after I translated that to the girls they shrieked in laughter yet again.  I went over to flush the toilet not really knowing what effect that would have , I just did it for kicks to add to the silliness of the situation and fuck wouldn’t you know it … the swirling of the water against his cock head was enough sensation to let him start to piss.  Fuck.

“I”m pissinggggggg , I’m pissssssssing” he proclaimed loudly.  Ah the thrill of the hunt, the promise of payment made full.

Now I’ve done over 1000 sessions in my tenuous career as a mistress and never have I seen a guy want to leave my condo more quickly than he wanted to that night.  There is a point where the realization of being humiliated past one’s expectations becomes something one can’t deal with at that particular moment I guess.  I don’t know, I’m hypothesizing really.  Like, he left with jaw dropping speed as the moment we untied him he slipped on his pants , shoes , shirt and practically ran to the door.

Me too, I have these “well that’s that” moments the second the session ends where I slip back into my skin of who I am every day.  I wanted these hirlings gone and I was quick to shoo-shoo them out the door politely soon thereafter leaving me with a huge mess to clean up for an hour afterwards.

Once I had showered and curled up on the same sofa all by myself … man I don’t know … it’s like I suppose how a heroin junky comes crashing down after the high has dissipated.  I mean, going from that type of evening to immediately going into countdown mode as the 24th slowly but surely approaches, it’s a trip to experience two vastly different long lasting emotions one right after another.

But that’s what I’m saying about the intensity of these sessions lately.  This medical thing hanging over me is definitely a catalyst for these swings of emotion.  If one were to graph Wael and I in relation to our emotions while in and out of session , she would be a parabolic curve as her love for femdom is exponentially growing , and I’d be a sin wave.

The derivitive of sin(x) is cos(x)

To solve for sin, the variable cos(x) must be determined.  I’ll know what cos(x) is in relationship to me on the 24th.  God help me.

xx

Thai Mistress | Jaa | Elite Bankok Domina - Bangkok Thailand 's elite domina and femdom novelist , featuring the sexiest bdsm related blog in Asia. Specializing in Tease & Denial

Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Tears in the Rain

Live alone, cry alone.

I have all these one paragraph attempts at recalling the sexiest sessions of the week but honestly I just can’t put pen to paper right now … or “finger to keyboard” which is more true but doesn’t sound as romantic.  I feel like one of those Charlie Brown comic strips where he’s got a storm captioned above his head or maybe just the word “sigh” with a contorted look on his face.

My stomach hurts so much from worry that I literally cannot stand up straight to walk from my sofa here to the bathroom, I instead look like a hunched over grandmother of 90 years old trying to make the ten meter walk.  Instead of answering emails tonight I’ve instead gone over and re-read well over a hundred of your comforting thoughts and wishes , especially the ones that assure me the results of last week’s biopsy will reveal absolutely nothing threatening.

But then, all the brain needs it seems is one grain of doubt that it can grow into a snarling weed of worry , and that’s what I have , doubt and a lot of it.  The thing is , I don’t want to be that mellow dramatic idiot who proclaims the sky is falling and sees the sun rise the very next day as per usual.  So until there is indeed something to announce I’m keeping a half contorted smile with my lips closed and keeping mum about the situation.

It’s just that , the news is forthcoming , like in 18 hours from now I’ll feel like I’ve been reborn or I’ll be Chicken Little indeed.  That’s if these stomach knots don’t do me in tonight.  The faucet is dripping over in the kitchen, I’d shut it off but it’s the only sound to keep my company tonight as I sit here and let my mind wander aimlessly.  I’ve been thinking about all the amazing things I’ve done these past few years.

I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe.

Lept from the highest bridge in South Africa.

I watched the sun set like fire below the watery horizon in Bali.

I’ve sailed the George’s river to Botany Bay.

Tasted sushi on the slopes of Mt. Fuji.

I”m not even 30 years old and yet, I fear greatly that if tomorrow’s news is not so great then very soon …

All those moments will be lost.  In time.

Like tears , in the rain.

Time to die.  (?)

xx

You cannot learn a thing … you think you know.  #trampling#bdsm#ballbusting pic.twitter.com/Z067Ih2vOC

— ThaiGoddessJaa (@FemDom_Khaleesa) May 21, 2017

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Tease & Denial Techniques | #1 Pre-Cooking the Balls

One of my favorite things to do when it comes to Tease & Denial sessions is to work with Wael in a double mistress session that covers both the afternoon and evening , using a method that we call Pre cooking the balls.  Let me explain.

To me, there ‘s nothing better than teasing a guy for a full two hours and sending him out my door with no orgasm whatsoever , just a very leaky cock.  The enjoyment comes from the text messages soon thereafter where the test subject will lament the aching gnawing pain in his balls , so much so that at times it’s been reported that walking is even hard to do.  So what the double mistress session does is it just plays on that idea and carries it to a different level.

For those asking for an erotic experience that blows their minds I always suggest they book Wael in the afternoon at about 2pm for her basic Tease & Denial session.  Then for a good two straight hours she works over the cock and balls with an unrelenting tease from which there is no surrender.  That’s important , that no surrender bit , for 75% of all first timers use the safe word to bail out sometime in the first hour.  For them , they then get to experience the post orgasm sensitive torture , but that’s not what we’re looking for here.

What I’m looking for is to have the guy leave her condo with balls so full of cum that they are literally swollen.  This is the “blue balls” syndrome that guys jokingly refer to , but hate to experience in reality.

That session ends at about 4pm in the afternoon and he doesn’t get to see me immediately thereafter.  Instead, I allow his balls to “cook” for a few hours through the early evening.  That doesn’t necessarily mean he’s gonna be walking around Sukhumvit Rd. with a raging boner , again that’s not what I’m looking for.  What I want is for him to walk around with these low hanging cum filled balls for a few hours where every minute feels like an eternity.

Then when he gets to my condo , unlike Wael where she gets right to the hands on teasing , I’ll just let my looks , conversation, and light caresses create a hard on that can pop through any Levi’s zipper , even the button down jeans can’t contain the hardness I rekindle down below.  Granted some of that hardness is caused by me , but a great deal of it comes from this  “carry over syndrome” where , well , it’s kind of like residual tiredness that athletes experience in sports.

An athlete who plays on a Monday and a Tuesday won’t feel overly tired on the Wednesday.  The hangover of fatigue doesn’t fully kick in until the Thursday for whatever reason.  That’s scientific shit from my volleyball days back in school , and ya I know I’m fucking short and had no business playing volleyball , but it is what it is and that was my sport back then so deal with it.

So whereas athletes experience residual tiredness, my submissive men experience residual hardness.  It’s the carry over from the afternoon teasing session that produces the hardest boners I’ve ever seen constantly.  Take it from someone who’s now seen about 10,000 boners in my lifetime , there is no redness, soreness, throbbing in a normal boner like we get from this pre-cooking method.  It’s rather cruel.

Now where I go with that once I have you so hard, well that’s up to me isn’t it?

If you don’t please me , there’s always the threat of being sent home in chastity.  Even if you do please me but something isn’t to my liking , there’s the terrible spoiled orgasm where this pre teased dick will leak endlessly for minutes on end.

Of course there’s the tremendous let down of jacking off for me which does give you some semblance of relief but isn’t wholly satisfying now is it?

Those who are allowed to orgasm by my hand , well there’s the method you have to contend with.  I mean, the cruelest of cruel sessions will have me giving you the one finger slowly stroking your cock under its head until it leaks cum in again what amounts to a totally unfulfilling orgasm.

Ever tried to cum while being tickled to death?  I’ve made more than a few men cry when cumming like that as it’s entirely impossible to focus on your orgasm while retching to and from in your tightly bound body.

Let life by the key be his confession. Let his death by the key be his absolution.#chastity#cbt#femdom pic.twitter.com/qYdkCK3Fcx

— ThaiGoddessJaa (@FemDom_Khaleesa) May 27, 2017

For those that look me in the eye when I ask them “what will you do for me if I let you cum” and answer with a teary and yet fully convincing “anything mistress, anything” … for them they get to scream as their pre cooked cock shoots half a liter of cum across the bed … and then they are left to contend with what “anything” means for the remainder of the session ;  while fighting off total exhaustion.

Are you prepared for all that?

If you think you are, remind yourself first that overconfidence is a slow and insidious killer.

xx

Thai Mistress | Jaa | Elite Bankok Domina - Bangkok Thailand 's elite domina and femdom novelist , featuring the sexiest bdsm related blog in Asia. Specializing in Tease & Denial

Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Wonder Woman

So my email is overwhelming me with nice folks concerned about what the results of the biopsy were.  I’m ever so pleased to say that although I do have an abnormal cell cluster in my stomach the chances of it becoming cancerous are very small and furthermore, the doctor said with simple treatment the body should be able to get rid of it inside of a year and a half.

Upon hearing the news I felt numb , well actually I felt numb the entire day right up until I saw the doctor in her office , but after weeks of expecting the absolute worst sort of news my body took the happy result in stride.  That is until I got home , sat down on the sofa and had a very emotional relief cry.   The numbness faded away and instantly I was overcome with such relief that I needed to sprint to the toilet where upon I unleashed the biggest shit of my entire life.

Like within 30 seconds I dropped 5kg in weight , that’s how constipated I had made myself worrying over this whole thing.  An entire week’s worth of refuse dumped in one tremendous burst took two flushes to get rid of.

I suddenly felt great.  My appetite came back within an instant and what better food than cheese popcorn and a huge Diet Coke to celebrate with as I went back to my old haunt for the afternoon and watched the movie Wonder Woman like it was the first movie I’d seen in a millenium.

Life is such a gift , I’ve known that all along but now I have an even greater appreciation for every day I get to see the sun rise for with it brings opportunity.  I’ll resume doing sessions beginning today , see you all very soon and thank you so much for the kind support over the past three weeks, it meant a great deal to me.

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Tease & Denial Techniques | #2 One Finger Ruined Orgasm

There is no slow season when it comes to being horny, Tease & Denial is in demand 365 days a year.  That being said , I’m going to take a break for the month of July and pass the majority of my sessions to Mistress Wael.  Those of you “in the loop” know what’s happening in July for me and ya I’m fucking stoked about it , so much so that I’ve become a gym rat since the favorable results of my biopsy in order to look smoking hot for it.

That doesn’t mean I haven’t been seeing my fair share of movies as well , I have of course seen every movie being shown at Terminal 21 , and continuing the trend of all Hollywood movies they’ve all sucked shit.  A friendly shout out to one of you guys who recommended I stay at home and watch Train to Busan on YouTube with English Subtitles as that ended up being the best movie I’ve seen this year.  Please keep throwing me great movie options to watch , my mouth salivates at every email I open that has a recommendation.

Other than last Saturday’s adolescent excursion where I paid for the first movie and subsequently sneaked into two more thereafter , my afternoon’s have been spent not just working out but pushing my body to the very limits of endurance.

There is no way someone like me in her 20’s , a non-smoker , non-drinker , and all-around healthy eater should have gone through what I went through the past two months medically.  What I’ve taken out of the whole experience is a re-dedication to fitness and a self promise to stay away from any food that has been touched by human hands.  I already had a pretty hot body but I’ve seen noticeable changes in my physique after a month long regiment that’s had me in the gym three hours a day.

I now look smoking hot, complete with a developing six pack that more than a few of you boys have begged to lick the sweat off of.

Whereas I used to wear sexy lingerie that accentuated my curves I’ve honestly had more fun doing sessions in a Victoria Secret bra and panties so that my delicious skin is right there in all its glory to make you salivate uncontrollably.  And what a difference it’s made in the sessions.  How so?

I’ve had a lot of fun lately popping in a movie and cuddling up with some of you on the sofa here in my panties and bra and just using one finger on your rock hard tree stump over the duration of the movie to bring you to tears.

That’s right.  No hand pumping , no bending or pulling whatsoever, just the slow methodical pulsing of your cock on the gentle touch of my finger as you look at my almost perfect naked body slink against you , forbidding you to touch the fruit so you covet.

There is no better orgasm for a man in my opinion than the one where the faucet leaks the cum out slowly  (don’t touch your cock if you’re clicking on that link, Mistress’s orders !!! ) rather than shooting it up the volcano per se.  That type of orgasm takes forever to come to fruition but when it does the relief of finally being able to cum – no matter how unsatisfying the launch of the semen may be – is dizzying for the senses.  Most guys just collapse onto my sofa after they’ve leaked it all out while trembling and shaking for a few long moments.

I’d be very interested to know if a girl not so blessed with looks as I am could pull off the same type of sensational orgasm using just the one finger technique.  I think not as there is a lot to be said about the look of my body laying against you , the perfect curves , the soft touch , it all creates an uncontrollable desire.

Surprisingly , some guys very much detest this kind of a session.  These are the dudes who all their lives have gotten too used to quick meaningless self-gratification , they are all self-centered around their wants and wishes which results in a total inability to relinquish control over to me.  I’m not at all interested in seeing somebody who cannot show a dedication to the focus it takes to endure such an unforgiving teasing session.

Whether I use this technique or not in the session depends on how I read the guy’s personality.  It takes a truly focused and committed man to be able to endure such sustained denial.  Are you such an individual?

Wael and I are more than a little bit tired of all you boys who cop out and elect to use your safe word a mere 45 minutes into your session.  For us it’s a bit of a let down to see a guy opt  for self gratification rather than seeking the other path of painful endurance.  For it really is a painful thing to deny oneself an orgasm and it’s a sad thing to see so many fail where they had hoped they would succeed.

Tease & Denial is not something to be taken lightly.  It takes perserverence , dedication , committment and above all , a desired focus to retrain your brain away from frivolous self gratification.  The one finger technique is the holy grail of such a journey.

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Despair | A Trap Makers Machination

A moment of valor shines brightest , against the backdrop of despair.

Tired of men kicking and thrashing their legs vehemently , I thought long and hard about devising a situation which would create quite a conundrum for the submissive man teased to the brink of insanity and wanting to protest with violent twitching.

Hmm , curious is the trap makers art , her efficacy unwitnessed by her own eyes.

For in front of me last night , lay bound and gagged , my first victim of such maniacal imaginations.  Men are always curious when I begin to bind them , at first unbelieving that ropes can indeed restrain them wholly , and then perplexed when self witnessed there is indeed no escape.  The third reaction though is the one I so dearly covet , that moment where they project where all this foreplay of bondage is leading … and then panic shines through their eyes like the sun on a dagger’s point.

Such was the look in the eyes of this strangely non hairy Greek man of merely twenty two years old last night , and as he understood the trap which I had set for him he questioned his presence in the session entirely saying “this is masochism which I didn’t sign up for whatsoever.”

A moment of valor , shines brightest against the backdrop of despair.#cbt#bdsm#thatsgottahurt pic.twitter.com/pEOirX9sTy

— ThaiGoddessJaa (@FemDom_Khaleesa) June 18, 2017

“It is but a deterrent , nothing more, nothing less.”

“Ya but if I move my legs I’m going to lose a lot of skin off of my dick, I’d rather not experience that kind of pain” was his argument.

“So don’t move your legs” I laughed back as I placed the last of 14 clips on his massively stiff penis.

He wasn’t so much concerned with the clips as he was the noose of rope clasped around the base of his dick which in turn was attached to the clips resting precariously above.  I had his feet bound tightly together and attached very taunt to the middle of the feet was the rope extending from his clipped cock.  True to his words, any extension of the legs currently cocked in a bent lotus position would immediately strip his penis of both skin and clips in what would be a very painful choice of movement.

The only exposed part of his penis was a two millimeter space beneath the bulging head , just enough space for a finger or two.  Two fingers and two hours ahead of him , he was in for a session like no other I had done for he absolutely needed to remain motionless from the hips down else suffer the agony of shredded skin where one most certainly doesn’t want skin shredded.

Maximum efficacy indeed.

As he neared orgasm time and time again he found ways to flex his abdomen , the lats of his back , and contract the muscles in his buttocks to protest my reluctance to let him cum.  He even made his own nipples twitch and in fact he moved every part of his body at least once … except for his legs which was was exactly how I had intended him to suffer.

Despair crept into his eyes , flushed with tears that streamed down his reddened face in that final hour.  I lamented my hastiness in setting this trap as I stroked the pulsing tiny area below his cock head , for if I had only taken the time to insert the android app controlled electrical butt plug , I could have heightened the agony to much greater heights.  As it was , I had to settle for tears and pleas as I shook my head back and forth at each begging suggestion to let him cum , “denial does mean denial I’m afraid” I said with a shrug of my shoulders.

Resigned to his fate he buried the back of his head into the pillow supporting it and closed his eyes to no doubt dream of something ever so sexy that would push the cum up the shoot and give him some sort of relief from the onslaught of my two little fingers.  Then as he got to the brink he erred momentarily and the tiniest extension of his legs moved the noose up the shaft of his cock just enough to pop off two of the clips.

“Oh god damn, fuck” he screamed as the white and then the yellow clothes peg snapped off his dick rather violently.

He was quickly reminded that absolute stillness was to be his only salvation.

I got a little too carried away staring into his eyes and bringing my lips ever so close to his , and an unforgiving press of my finger – a  slight touch too hard on his dick allowed his cock to begin convulsing on its own.  Realizing my mistake had pushed him beyond the point of no return I took my fingers off his cock entirely and instead cupped his oh so tight balls to encourage the cum to journey up the shaft without retreat.

Dazed, reeling, about to break …  he raised his head off the pillow from which he had sunk into to stare sadly at his cock not pump but leak the cum out with no assistance from my hand whatsoever.  He let out the longest “fuuuuuuuck” I’ve heard all year and then totally resigned to his lack of pleasureful feelings collapsed once again onto my pillow where he wept and cursed as I laughed at him and showed him the ungodly amount of cum he had leaked out via the brown towel I had wiped it with.

Frustration and fury, more destructive than a hundred cannons.   “You’re such a bitch” he playfully hissed at me while shaking his head.

“I simply give no quarter” was my rebuttal.

“What do you get out of making me suffer like this” he asked.

“Despair” I replied.  “I get to see despair,  in all its glory.”

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Cumpleaños de Solidad

As life ebbs , terrible vistas of emptiness reveal themselves.

Indefatigable purpose sees me through this abyss like a droning lighthouse beam beckoning the way through a persistent perilous fog.  A single slice of cake sits before me in this food court as hollow as the midnight sea, bereft of character , as befitting as anything in this dull country of disillusionment.

Hark the herald angels sing , glory to  ….   me , I’ll soon be leaving.

So I close my eyes and make a wish upon my cumpleaños , a one way ticket out of this place for hell is empty – all the devils are here.  I’m an angel among  these diseased degenerates, their putrid stench clings to me at every second like humidity draped upon a person’s skin.

Scumbag men of my past still desperately try to keep in touch with me.  Cunts, all of them.  I pay them as much attention as I do the shit floating in my toilet.  A particular ragged indigent from my past pesters me annoyingly, still.  This filthy gutless miscreant once tried to prognosticate publicly my demise.

The knives I would enthusiastically deliver into his back have proven to be a craving as unfulfilling as it is insatiable.

Instead,  I would allow him sight to the map of my indefatigable purpose so that he may see where it leads next spring.  There, he would behold the thing he dreads the most , and I would detail the full extent of my plans.

Triumphantly I could then watch as he tears his eyes from his sockets and runs shrieking into the shadows wailing maniacally as he slits his own throat.

True, it’s a single slice of cake , eaten alone.  But it’s the last one I’ll ever eat inside these borders.  Hell cannot hold me, I am unbound.

In my first ever blog entry I stated that come thirty, I would rather die than still be Thai.

Tick tock.  Tick tock.

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Red Dress Mistress at the Eiffel Tower

I’m wondering , how many Thai girls from the village slums have stood in front of the Mona Lisa at the Louvre and soaked in the brilliance of Leonardo da Vinci’s masterpiece?  By my estimation , there may be 10 of us in the country who would even recognize the name let alone match it with his most famous painting so to answer my own question – i’d say none.

It’s not their fault , their naivety is a product of the Logan’s Run philosophy of schooling here where we’re taught “nothing exists outside these walls.”  But let me humor you with a silly dream of mine that I’ve had since I was about six years old.

I’ve had this reoccurring dream of me standing on the viewing level of the Eiffel Tower wearing a flowing red dress and my hair blowing in the wind as I looked out over the magnificent city of Paris, France.  Strangely enough, even as a girl I envisioned myself at that moment not as a child but as a grown adult , a testament to this vision I’ve had for myself that there is indeed a world outside of these borders and one I must see at all costs.

As I pack for my trip to Europe , I’ve not included a red dress of any sort – no sense in being mellow dramatic about it all ; but make no mistake – a week’s hence – that vision of myself standing there will indeed come true.

Just as the vision of me visiting the Louvre will also come to fruition this month.  For me, that’s a statement.  A declaration that no matter what the odds are against somebody , sheer willpower can overcome anything, it just takes vision and as I mentioned on my twitter : indefatigable purpose.

Without tools of iron, you must rely upon flesh , and indefatigable purpose.#cbt#femdom#bdsm pic.twitter.com/cXUHHsGd7v

— ThaiGoddessJaa (@FemDom_Khaleesa) June 15, 2017

I’m not overly smart , I’m just unstoppable when it comes to getting what I want out of life.  And what I want is meaning, begat from rich experiences.  Visiting the Louvre and the Eiffel Tower are two such experiences , but then again so is bungee jumping from the highest bridge in the world , climbing a mountain , kayaking towards a sunset , and surfing a wave off the coast of Bali.

So what I’m doing to prepare for my absence is writing a few stories of some pretty interesting sessions that I had in the month of June and leaving them for Mistress Wael to post whilst I’m away in July.

However, since Mistress Wael will be doing sessions in my stead I’m encouraging her to post some of her own experiences so you can get to know her more.  She can’t write in English very well though so expect instead quite a bit of photos and videos to be posted by her.  This week I’ve been going over with her how to post stuff both on the blog here and on Twitter so on Monday I’m going to let her try a test post on her own to let her see it’s something she indeed can do.

It’s been a real pleasure for me to continually open Wael’s eyes and see her grow as a person in terms of her scope of knowledge of things in the world.  Posting on a blog seems daunting for her at the moment but I hope once she sees her voice on the internet it’ll consume her as it has done me.  There’s nothing quite like having something to say and using a website to share my thoughts with the world , Mashall McLuhan would be proud of me I’m sure.

Mistress Wael has done over 200 sessions with me now and her bdsm / femdom skills are equivalent to mine.  I’ve edited a large handful of videos for her Tease & Denial sessions including some sounding, ballbusting, heavy bondage, cbt , candle wax play and a lot more.  I’ve encouraged her to talk about them briefly one at a time and post them regularly so I hope you enjoy them.  She’ll be here while I am away so please go ahead and book her for anything you wish.

See y’all soon , I have a date with the Mona Lisa.

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> One Flew Out of The Cuckoo’s Nest

This is most likely my last post before I leave on Wednesday and it’s not so much a story as it is a reflection on where I’m at in my thoughts as I think about this upcoming trip.  In commenting on my desire, planning, vision or whatever other name you want to give to it , one guy wrote me today …

A lot people have a plan to take them to where they want to be.  Most aren’t as clear thinking and disciplined as you.  I imagine most aren’t as motivated as you either. I would never compare my situation to yours but I worked at night to put myself through college during the day.  I knew that was the only way I would avoid being a truck driver or a McDonald’s manager.  We do what we need to do.  There’s nothing wrong with that. 

Here’s the irony of living here :  There is no avoidance.  Once born within these borders, there is only certainty of some degree of poverty, regardless of any amount of planning and studying.  I replied to him :

“3 days left.  More importantly , only 1 more session left until I can free my mind.  I think a McDonald’s manager here makes 11,000 a month (284 euro).  Maybe 12,000 with tenure.  The irony of that is , that person had to study all day and work a 2nd job at night sucking cocks as a prostitute to pay her way through university just to get that job, and even then had to work as a cashier for a few years before having enough experience to apply for the managers job in the first place.  To even apply to work at 7 Eleven or Mcdonalds’ here you need a university degree.  Truth !

It’s a carnival of bad ideas piled upon one another over time long enough that amazingly – a society was built upon such idiocy.

Then while declaring themselves great and making a society of self worshipers , the rest of the world said ‘no way man, you have to pass high fucking hoops for us to allow a carnie like you into our country.’

To which our people replied, ‘fine, we’ll make ourselves so self delusional that our place is so great we’ll name the land after ourselves and fool future generations into being even more self delusional.’

I hate this place so fucking much.  There is just no way to describe to you how much I hate it.  Wednesday for me is like letting a sane person out from being unjustly incarcerated in a mental institution.

I may vomit on the return flight, and no I’m not exaggerating in the least. ”

So ya.  It a travesty , a blundering mountain … of hatred … and rage that burns like an inferno towards having been born here.  Wednesday is the next step towards erasing that misfortune.

Hey thanks to the guy who suggested I get ExpressVPN , it seems to work better than any other and maybe now I can finally start watching Netflix when I get back at the end of July instead of having to be force fed cardboard-like tasting movies from Hollywood at Terminal 21 every day.

Hmm, what else?  Oh I kicked a guy out of my condo for the first time in two years the other day ; the last time I had to abruptly end a session was back in 2015 which if we focus on the good in life – shows the quality of character of all you submissive guys who come to share a fantasy with me.  That being said, I have no qualms whatsoever of terminating a session based upon indecent behavior.

Yes I’m fucking hot , and yes I’ll put you in frenzied state of insatiable lust for something sexual to happen , and I’ll either deny you relief or grant you a modest amount of pleasure depending upon my whim at that moment.  But if you try to force your tongue into my cunt as the last guy did you’ll quickly see the “cunt” side of my personality.

Curious is the trap makers art. Her efficacy unwitnessed by her own eyes.#femdom#mistress#cbt pic.twitter.com/t5xeWlW0vE

— ThaiGoddessJaa (@FemDom_Khaleesa) June 16, 2017

Ah one other thing.  I’m honored and overwhelmed by the uncountable number of requests for doing sessions abroad while I’m visiting Europe in July , and maybe in the future I’ll consider being an international mistress as I had no idea the demand from you guys would be so great – but this first time abroad I just want to be a cute girl touring around with wide eyes of wonder.

I’ve got 4 stories written , I’ll try to do a 5th tonight.  Wael is here at my condo now and I’m going over with her once again how to post stuff herself , and if that fails well at least she just has to press Publish on those 5 stories and you’ll have something hot to read while I’m gone.

Tomorrow, Tuesday is my last day doing sessions.  I’m back on the 28th of July.  Please book your sessions with Mistress Wael while I’m gone ; in some ways she’s much better than I am … she can do things with her hands that I still cannot ; and while I’m a better mind fuck than she is … she’ll break your will to last with her amazing hands on technique.

xx

(I’ll be sending those of you that I know personally my bridesmaid’s photo from yesterday , I call it “stunning girl in a blue dress, always the bridesmaid but never the bride”  Ask for it if you haven’t received it yet)

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Mistress Wael | My Life Story before BDSM

Let me tell you a little bit about me.  My name is Wael and I am from a small place outside of Chiang Rai north in my country.  Small place mean I have land in the middle of nowhere  But it is big like 1 1/2 Rai = 1/4 Hectare in your area for how you see size.

My house is very small.  We do everything old style.  Like cooking.  I grew up with a machete lol.

Lucky my land has a lot of  trees.

I used to go to cut the trees every day to make wood for cooking.  I put the wood under the stove you see in the photo.  And cooking like this outside every day.

When I went to university I went to learn cooking.

Beside my little house is a river.  I would fishing for fish and cook almost every day fish for my family.  Like that we only pay for rice for food because we so little money.  Very poor family.  But happy

One day I hope to build a very nice foreigner style house for my mom and for when I retire on my land.

When i come to Bangkok I want before to working as a chef.  My dream to be a chef not so fun when I had to cooking for hotel buffet same food every day.  Like fuck my life very boring.

My room I stay was 1,000 baht for 1 month.  Very very small room only big for me to sleep.  Every day I working 12 hour and go home to sleep and working again.  Like that every day but I never think to much my life was just like robot life.

So I can make more money I take two job even if I am very tired from working I go to do massage at night 8pm to 1am.  Then wake up 6am for start 7am at the hotel and finish 7pm to go to do massage.  I did like that for 3 years in Bangkok.

But can never save the money because always I have to send home to my family to take care.

I did not move to Bangkok because I want to come.  I come because I run from my husband to start new life.  He beat me a lot.  We had house and I lose it because he can not pay mortgage.  He drink all the money for alcohol.  And hit me when he drunk.  You know I scare to go away from him because I think I cannot stay by myself alone.  If I go to my family he will go to find me.  That time before I very very scare of him.  So for working 2 job and sleep every day I very happy I can stay by myself in Bangkok and he cannot find me.

But 2 year ago I have to go to the court.  Because for bankrupt because he not pay for the house and the bank take my home from me.  If I working a job the bank take the money from me for pay mortgage he did not pay.  And if he see that I pay he find me.  So i stop to work for chef because I will lose 1/2 my money every 2 week and cannot live.  I change to do only massage because cash job.

I start to work for massage shop Ayala in soi 33/1.  I very surprise I can making more money from massage than from chef job.  So I think ok to do massage job full time for 3 years.  Because the court take my bank account from me and my pay cheque for 3 years.  So only job I can do is cash job like massage.

At my massage shop I meet Jaa and she make more money than anybody from talking to the customer and everybody come to see her because she so pretty and every man crazy for she.  Then she invite me to do session with her for bdsm.  I loved it.  One thing I can do very good is teasing with my hand I do not know why.  I do many session with her and one session I can make 4000 wow because for 4000 I have to working massage 1 week maybe more.

My big shock for my life to move to this very nice condo.  First time I sleep on a bed and not the floor is this condo.  Most shock is I have to pay 10,000 for a condo and not 1,000 for my small room.   She say I have to stay in very nice place for do my session and this condo before is where she stay.

First session for bdsm I do by myself he leave after 20 minute because I so nervous my breath smell like dead fish he say to me.  I had to tie him and hit him because he like it and it make me think about my ex husband hit me like that.  So very hard for me to do.  He really not happy and after he leave I think for sure nobody come to see me after him for a bdsm session with me and I cannot working like this.

Second session was Tease & Denial session lucky for me.

This session I learn the first time why every man like to say Oh God and Fuck.  This 3 word I learn very fast because every man say it when I do Tease session.

You know when my husband hit me I never cry even one time.  But when I pay first month 12,000 baht for this condo I cry all night for spend money like that for 1 room to live.  I can pay 1 year for my old room for 12,000 baht.  It make me crazy I have to stay here to pay so much.  Now I pay for 3 year here and I not ok yet for how much is 1 room.

I love to save money.

After 2 year Tease & Denial session I really try last year to do many session with Jaa if it is bdsm session.  At my condo at night I study bondage every night and I tie my sister up maybe 100 times already.  She think I am crazy because I tell her I want to learn to tie my ex husband like that and now she always think I will kill him one day

But thank you to her I get really good for bondage.  Then I learn to kick for ballbusting session and I love that too.  Then I did sounding one session and really love to do that a lot.  Spanking I love.  Foot worship I really love.  Face Sit I love.

But not the thing I love the most.  What I love the most to fight Jiu Jitsu in my session.  I did Jiu Jitsu same place she learn Muay Thai and we go together every day.  She go to do 2 hour Muay Thai and I go do 2 hour Jiu Jitsu.  After 1 year I wish a lot I know before how to do Jiu Jitsu to my ex husband.  Now when I go home I teach to my 2 daughter how to fight so can take care herself from any man.

In my session I tell every man to lick anything on my body and if he can I will to let him do it.

Not one man can.  I lock many man with triangle with my legs.  My special move I can do is triangle.  It is real chock and if I not let go you pass out for sure.  But always I let the man go after he have to smell my sweat pussy for a little bit lol.

Come to try you will see.  I know you think bullshit but after 10 minute to fight me you will believe.

A hands breadth from becoming unwound !!#watersports#piss slave#goldenshowers pic.twitter.com/9Ji8abQDuH

— ThaiGoddessJaa (@FemDom_Khaleesa) May 17, 2017

Do not let this video scare you.  Because I never change a lot who I am.  But my eye very open from who I am before.  I not scare from anything.  From anybody.  This is 3 year now I learn English.  Now she buy for me Netflix and every day I can watch movie like she do.  Yesterday I watch The Babadook by myself.  Today I watch The Flash tv show.  I waiting for Game of Throne to start 2 more week.  The show I love the most The Walking Dead.  I love Zombie movie.  Train to Busan she show me last month I love very much.  Anything zombie

This month I will do all the session for her.  Now she in Paris and she follow to her dream.  I never one time leave Thailand and I want so much to go see outside.  If you booking me a lot this month when she come home I will go to Japan for tour by myself.  I not have boyfriend yet but want a lot.  If you want to go with me to see Japan you can  I want to see snow that is my dream.

Ok I cannot wait to see you for Tease & Denial or BDSM session.  See you soon.  Look at the blog every day I will put a new video for you this month ok.

wael xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Mistress Wael | Cock Torture Video

I get 95% Tease & Denial session and 5% a session when somebody wants to feel pain.

The 5% is because he 100% cannot get horny and cannot get hard from sex … from Tease … from handjob … from footjob … nothing can make him hard.  And what he like is a lot of different feeling on his cock he never feel before.

For somebody like that I do a lot of thing different to him.

I use fire to make him scared.  I use ice to make him feel a numb.  And I use candle wax to shock him.

If I spank the head I know it really hurts 99% of every man but 1% LOVE IT and I do not know why but I do it for him.

In this video the man he ask me to torture his penis so he can have a lot of different feel.  He tell me he can never get hard.  I cannot tie him up too much because he not like it.  And  I cannot facesit him because he again not like it.

It is a very shock to me to see some man love a style like this.  Now my finger itchy to try see what I can do to make him feel more.  You see in my video I have idea to put tape on his cock and see how it will feel when it off.  I cannot because I put oil and tape can not stay

I will do next time first and after put the oil.  I make a lot of mistake like that but I learning slow and after a lot more session I have many many idea what work and what something new I can try.

If you want to see all my video click and you can see everything I like to do.

I want to tell you she is ok.  She land in Europe already and have a lot of fun and I very jealous of her but hope she have a good time.  If you want to see me for this style session or Tease & Denial session email me from my form.  Tomorrow I will load a new video.  Sorry my story so short.  I still scare for how to write english for you  But i try.

wael xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Mistress Wael | Sounding Video

Today Jaa is in Milan to see the last supper painting.  I am home in Bangkok doing sounding sessions.  Who has more fun?

I did 2 sounding session and I have video from 1.

Here is my sounding video …

I am down 6 kg now to 59kg from my running every morning.  I will run in October 1/2 Marathon and see if I can finish.

I bought a Fit Watch today to count my step every day.  My running is now almost 2 hours every morning  2 months ago I can only do 10 minutes.

My most I run so far is 138 minutes so almost 2  1/2 hours.   I think I can do 1/2 marathon 2 hours 15 minutes just from run slow so already I think I can do it.

My secret I run 10 minute and walk 1 minute.  And run 10 again and walk 1 min.  Like that I only have to think i will run for 10 minutes and I can take a break and every time my mind believe easy I can do 10 minutes sure.

I hope when Jaa comes back from Europe August 2 I will be 55 kg down 4 more kg.  In university I was 51 kg and when I go for 1/2 marathon my dream to be 50 kg … 1 less.

Tomorrow I will put 1 more video again and I will put first story Jaa write before she left.   Email me for a session.  Can be Tease & Denial or Sounding upto you  

wael xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Mistress Wael | Fork You !!

Not fuck you … fork you !

Men like to spoon right?  I like to fork.

Only if you ask me to fork.  If you do not ask me I will not fork you.

Some men like to be forked hard.

But nobody likes to be forked until they cum.

Just want to show you I can do anything for BDSM … not just Tease & Denial.

I feel jealous today.  Jaa is in Milan Italy today and I am still stay in Bangkok   I want to see Venice from when I was very young.

I have 20 email to answer today asking for session with Jaa in Italy and France but only 2 for me in Bangkok because not a lot travel to Bangkok in July.  I have 1 session in the afternoon 1pm today and not busy in the evening so if you want Tease & Denail email me

If no I will watch Netflix Jaa bought for me.  I watched already all of Stranger Things and Hellraiser and The Omen.  I like The Omen the most but I only understand maybe 20% the English.

See you

wael xx

Thai Mistress | Jaa | Elite Bankok Domina - Bangkok Thailand 's elite domina and femdom novelist , featuring the sexiest bdsm related blog in Asia. Specializing in Tease & Denial