Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Covid-19 | A Planetary Culling or a Social Reset?

Covid-19 ,  if I’m wrong,  then this  viral spread will appear severe,  but in reality will only last a few months ,  and slowly but surely everything will return to a somewhat normal state at first  –  and eventually we’ll return to life as we once knew it with nothing much changing.

Fuck.

If I’m right though  …. IF I’m right …. then this is a necessary planetary culling , one that will wipe out a significant % of the global population and will cause society to hit a reset button of sorts.    But on the other side lays a better humanity.   After all,  I’m already seeing  better behaviour in all sorts of men and women.

Since I have so many thoughts about this, I’m going to present this post in essay topic form so that  you can jump  to whatever topic  interests  you  the most.

I’m going to begin by talking about the “actions of faith” that the rich part of  the world is  relying on and how I hope that will  be  the  catalyst to allow this  thing to spread like wildfire.   Then I’m  going to poke fun at  the irony of who is best positioned  to survive an apocolyptic spread.  I’ll follow that up with some trippy existential shit that  you  may or  may not need to be a  bit  high to equally identify with, and finally for you femdom/bdsm lovers I’m going to finish off of course with some acute observations of how this disruption in our daily lives has already altered human behaviours in regards to relationships.

Okay?  You’ve all been to your  local cannibis store?  Got your supply in front of you?  Good, let’s begin.

Actions of Faith

Three months into this Covid-19 spread  and two things are crystal clear.   Who would have thought that a killer virus striking first at the heart of the China,  ye of the biggest population in the world – would have little to no lasting impact due to the form of government control westerner’s despise the most  – Socialism.     And how ironic that it might be that capitalism and the countries which support such a system will be the harbinger of doom.

China’s the only country that’s flattened the curve.

Mistress Wael is spot on  …  every single democratic country in the world has a near vertical spread of the virus as of today.   Why is that?

Actions of Faith is the answer.  USA , Canada, England , whatever  –  pick your country  –  they all  are depending on their population to act sensibly , follow suggestions and guidelines … in one massive Action of Faith …  to save the planet.

China on the other hand put the fate of their nation in mandatory emergency laws immediately enacted –  and the police & military to instantly enforce it.   Sometimes violently , and surely against the wishes of the populace.   If you subscribe to conspiracy theories then  they also borrowed a trick from the USA on  9/11 by also SBI’ing a site that ‘happened’ to have Covid patients stored inside.

(SBI = Sudden Building Implosion)  …  it’s kinda like Spontaneous Human Combustion … except this phenomenon only  happens when and where  its  in the  governments best interests to happen.

And if you believe in random Twitter tweets then they also bagged and cremated living contaminated persons  ,  which  is  one way I suppose  to  snuff out a  culling before it  can get  started.

Hey, whatever it  takes.  Drastic times call upon drastic actions , isn’t that the quote?  Or is that “with great power comes great responsibility?”   I dunno, I get genocide and spiderman all  confused  in my mind  sometimes.

Point is  … China got shit done.

The democratic world?   Not so much.

Don’t get  mad at them  ,  they’re  the same folk who voted Trump to be the leader of the free world.    Don’t worry, I’ll get to  that  later on.

In a unique period of time where time cannot be wasted , and each passing day without Chinese like action is a death sentence for not only a nation’s populace but perhaps even the world – putting trust in the masses to act sensibly is such a hillariously ineffective thing to do.

But here’s thing thing I’ve noticed by listening to umpteen podcasts ,  interviews and news reports this past week  …  the western world truly believes that Actions of Faith will work,  and civil rights must not be stepped on too much.

Like,  did  you hear what Fox New’s Laura Ingraham had to say this week that she demands an ‘end-date’ to the lockdown and to the virus’s spread?

This is what happens when you take a woman who had to suck no less than 1000 cocks and in  her  lifetime had to swallow no doubt more than 100 Gallons of cum to  become entitled enough that she gets pushed in front of a camera that reports “news” to the dumbest Americans that country has to offer… and she’s allowed to voice her thoughts nationally.

I would love for SouthPark to do an episode where Star Trek’s Scottie beams that chick from her Fox TV studio desk to China’s TV news desk – and let’s see what  happens  when she tries the same thoughtspeak there.   I’ll tell  you what’d happen.  It’d be like this scene in The Joker but without the screaming from the  audience  cuz  they’d  be  like  “yup  that’s what happens when  you  say shit  like  that  here.”

But Actions of  Faith doesn’t just apply to the spring break party crowd ,  or the one generation older ‘Ya But’ crowd.

(“Ya i’m  staying inside,  BUT  , I just needed to  go out  and  get  some smokes,  buy a gun,  load up on video games for the kids)

Governments are putting faith in their doctors and nurses to maintain their posts on the front lines – they’re our soldiers from World War Two.

I  know  what you think  I’m  gonna say  ..  “imagine soldiers  fighting without guns”  as a  parallel  to  “medical staff without ventilators and masks.”

Nah, I’ve had conversations with doctor’s  and  nurses with much more grim stories.    Ah you forget, I’m a Mistress to over 100,000 men around the world,  most of whom hold very high ranking positions in a variety of fields.

Check out this conversation  I’ve been having with an American doctor  who is just about ready to put his Plan B  into action.   He first emailed me  asking if us Thai’s are  experiencing a  run on  toilet paper  “I find it curious that come the apocolypse,  fellow Americans are panicking about  ‘how will I wipe my asshole?’ more than they’re  concerened about food.   Is there a  run  on  toiltet paper over there as well?”

“well, we don’t use toilet toilet  paper at all , every toilet has water spray.   masks tho … every single person is wearing one , every…single…one  (and has been  for a  month)

the word groupthink comes  to mind  , Orwell’s 1984.   So did you not  feel safe at your hospital,  is  that  why  you’re moving to a smaller one?”

“It’s a weekend OR shift at a smaller hospital, so I’ll still be doing what I’m doing now, but on the weekends instead. That means a little slower pace and more autonomy at the cost of less available help if shit hits the fan. There are a lot of perks for taking this job: It’s closer to my house and I can take a route that doesn’t have a lot of traffic, there’s no “on call” requirements, so I can sleep all night every night, I get a weekend pay differential that will get me about an extra ten thou a month, and I just prefer working weekends and going out in the middle of the week. Also, my current hospital is a garbage fire, so it’ll be nice to get away from that. It’s a For-Profit hospital and they just make too many cuts to save money. They recently slashed employee benefits and laid off a couple dozen people and then announced shortly after how their stock hit an all time high, so they obviously give no fucks about their employees and are completely tone deaf about it. The new place is Not-For-Profit, so it should be a better work environment since we don’t have to worry about keeping shareholders happy.

Hospital floors in the US are definitely going to be a mess for the rest of the year, though. I read that the average hospital in the US is designed to run at 95% capacity, so if we have hundreds of thousands of coronavirus cases hitting across the country, it’s going to completely overwhelm the system. There are definitely going to be some people who die because there aren’t enough ventilators to go around who would have otherwise been ok. It’ll be a nightmare for floor nurses, but SHOULDN’T impact my OR too much (unless someone stumbles on a surgical cure somehow…heh).

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Fri, Mar 20, 8:12 AM (2 days ago)
to Dr.Nicholas
that’s  exactly what the epidimiolgist guy said about  Milan  (  https://youtu.be/E3URhJx0NSw?t=180  ) , that due to the lack  of ventilators  , they’re having to  choose who  lives and who they let  die.

But listen  to what he said  just  before that … about nurses  and doctors having to work even  though they themselves have tested positive … because they’d  literally have  nobody to work in the hospital if  they sent  employees  home who tested positive.

Do you think something like that  would  happen in  either of your workplaces?

I don’t know about the new place, but I’m 100% sure my current place would force people to work. They already write up employees who call in sick more than 3 times a year and calling in 5 times in one year can be grounds for dismissal. My current employer could be the poster child for “What Is Wrong With Mixing Capitalism And Healthcare.”

Can I  ask  ,  what’s your “fuck it, i’m  out” point?   Do you even  have  one?

You’re a front line worker,  but I’ve always seen you as a ‘fuck  it, I’m just a doctor cuz it gives  me a nice  lifestyle”  kind of guy,  and not  one  of  the  ‘first  responder, put my life on  the line’  kind  of guy.

I’m totally a  “fuck it,  I’m  out” kind  of  girl.  Hope  you  are too.

If  indeed  you  are a  ‘fuck this’  kind of guy,  what’s your Plan B ?

Must be  so fucking nice to be single at a  time like  this eh.   You  can actually put  into  motion a  Plan  B  without having to discuss it.

It’s spreading to your state.   Did you  see the numbers rise?

Glad you  moved to  a  smaller  hospital.   Take care  of yourself my slave.  If  you survive this I’ll tease your balls so much that the explosion will be legendary.   Fuck I  might  even graduate you from toe sucker to thigh licker if  you  pull  through.

I don’t have a hard set “Fuck it, I’m out” point. I think I’ll know it when I see it. I definitely have no plans to struggle to survive, though. I’m not suicidal, but I’m ok with dying. I’ve basically been patiently waiting to die for the last decade or so. I’m perfectly fine with trudging along one day at a time in the OR while everything is on easy mode, but as soon as this shit takes a turn towards Mad Max, I’m going to punch my own ticket. I have a 12 gauge and some buckshot. If this goes apocalyptic, I’ll just swiss cheese my brain stem. I guess that’s my plan B.

Starting Monday, hospitals in the state are shutting down all non-emergency surgeries, which is about 95% of the cases we do. I don’t know if they have plans for the staff elsewhere but from what I  hear  they’re going to  send  everyone  home to protect profits,  just as Covid patients are arriving en-masse.

The whole thing hasn’t really “hit” the state yet. People are still complaining that everything is an overreaction. Most business are closed or have reduced hours, schools and other government buildings are closed, but instead of staying home, everyone here is going to the beach and having parties. No one is learning lessons from China, Italy, California, New York, etc and when it does hit here, I think it’s going to hit hard.   Hell, just yesterday with the floor overrun with new Covid patients the hospital bought pizza for the OR staff… I can’t think of a worse food in a pandemic. You have to touch other people’s pizza piece when you get your own and then you eat the whole thing with your hands and instinctively suck the sauce from the  fingers  afterwards  …  and these are fellow doctors and  nurses  on  the floor interacting with patients contaminated with the virus.

This hospital has about a week’s left of supplies for all the staff to operate safely.    Fuck that.    I’ll be fine if I can transition to the other job or if the world goes back to normal after a few months, but anything other than that and I’m probably looking at my plan B.

Survivors of the Apocolypse

Does anyone else find it as ironic as me  that the three countries which will best survive the Apocolypse are  :

•  China  ,  with its Communist ideologies and massive populice,  who can finally trade in rats for pizza as their new food source  as  they spread  out  and  assume the unclaimed lands of Italy.
• North Korea ,  they’ll be like the runner up on Survivor,  –  the girl who did  nothing all season but somehow made it to  Final  Tribal council and got no votes.
• Russia , who not only  will control all Vodka production,  but will bring back the Lada as the car of  the new world.

I too might have to swiss cheese my brain stem because I have virtually 0 guys interested femdom & bdsm from those countries.   The only thing I know how to say in Russian is  Я машина , or  ,  “I am the Machine”

North Korean behaviour ,  as  I understand from the Werner Herzog documentary Into the Inferno , means that if one ever  does show  up  at  my front  door  ,  the session would  play out like a scene from this Bugs Bunny cartoon since they lack the ability to think  and  speak  for  themselves:

Chinese slaves  ,  I  have  a  few  , but fuck man,  it’s like roasting one inch frankfurters on a BBQ  with hair tweezers.    That’s  what  I  have  to  look forward to  ?    On second thought … exit , stage left.

Trippy Existential Shit

Inhale.  …  yes including  you Mr.Clinton.

Ok,  read.

One of  my favourite stories from  World of Warcraft  is  the Culling of Stratholme because of just  how macabre,  but necessary it  was in my opinion.   I sided with Arthus on this issue.

What if, we just  replaced a few words here  and there in WoW’s wiki on Stratholme  …

“The Culling of Stratholme[2] is the first major event of the Third War, signalling the first act in Arthas Menethil’s descent into madness and evil, the suspending of the Knights of the Silver Hand from service and the destruction of the second most important city of the kingdom of Lordaeron.”

becomes  …

The Culling of the Planet Earth is the first major event after the Second War signalling the first act in Donald Trump’s descent into madness and evil, the suspending of the antiquated forms of Government from service and the destruction of the second most important continent of the kingdom of Earth.  (Cuz let’s face it,  Europe’s #1  …  we need Germans to survive this for their engineering and efficiency  , and Italy for their delicious food.)

What if  this is a reset button for society?

I absolutely love that there is  this invisible enemy that at some point in the next 30 days will have forced ALL  of mankind  back into their caves, their  huts,  their homes to “Shelter in Place”  …  which is a human made phrase that George Carlin would  have loved to have  made  fun of.   Let’s call it what it is  shall  we?   “Hide in Fear”

In the 18 months while  we all  have  to  hide in fear , there will be a whole year and  a half  for  animals to multiply without being hunted.    Which means the deer population will spread out of  control.   If you’ve listened to any virus expert … ie:  people WAYYYYYYY  smarter than  you or me  ,  then you know of  the  next world virus they’re concerned about named CWD – Chronic Wasting Disease.

Where is this virus originating?   USA  of course.

What country is most ill prepared to  handle  Covid-19 ?  USA  of course.

Now it hasn’t happened yet  –  that this virus can spread to humans,  but it  can’t  be ruled  out that  it  might.

The virus eats at  the deer’s brain ,  causing  it  to  slowly lose its ability to function,  like this deer’s ability to  walk  normally …

Thing  is,  the  disease has a rabies componant to it …  see  that  deer frothing white foam  at the  mouth?

The deer become agressive  ,  and unnaturally run at other  animals  and humans  in a mad attempt  to  bite them  and spread  the  virus.

Once that disease hosts itself successfully in a human like Covid-19 can , then we have  human’s acting like the fast zombies in the movie 28 Days Later biting  one  another.

Woooo Hooooo ,  fun eh?

So I got to  thinking that with Covid-19  and  maybe  soon  CWD  , what if this is  like the big red  button in  Mimiron’s room,  a boss in World of  Warcraft.

Except it’s not me or you choosing  to  touch it  or  not.  But rather it’s “God” ,  or “Mother Nature” or  “the entity of the Universe” saying ‘ok you had  your chance,  you  fucked up, time to  do a  culling on human life  so  that you can reset yourself.”

Why not?

We have this antiquated government system promoted  by  the  ‘free  world’  where  we all collectively vote for one magical person to guide  not  a village of  people as the idea started  from  , but instead lead  hundreds  of millions  of  people.

But instead of choosing from  not a selected pool of  great  minds to lead  us … let’s choose the biggest idiot we can  find,   a man of the rednecks ,  Donald Trump.

And , around  him  , let’s  devise a system like  my doctor friend mentioned above where citizens are lied to and  told that health care  must be paid for instead  of being free  ,  and let’s make those hospitals publically traded  companies.

Put those hospitals  fate in the hands of the stock market people … cocaine snorting  , uneducated salesman who get hired to  push  stock  sales because they claim  they  have a ‘system’  to predict the anarchy of  stock fluctuations.

Oh and hey,  let’s  keep  1/2  the  world living paycheque  to  paycheque  ,  and a good 10% in absolute poverty so that  when  a virus hits  and  people have to  “Hide in Fear” for 3 months, the world either dies all  at once  or spirals into another great depression.

And how about  human behaviour?  The micro of which i’ll get to in a moment, but  how about  the macro?

You  know,  the reactions to this Covid-19 thing on Twitter  have  been  nothing short of astounding.  Have you been paying attention  to the  reaction shifts?

First,  about a month  ago when it  began in Wuhan  the denziens of  Twitter began phase 1 …  Tweeting about news about Covid-19 to show they’re  “in the  know” ,  just  before returning to their Candy Crush Suga’ game on the  commute  into work.

Then phase 2 of Twitter’s reaction was the “This is me reacting to news of  peeps dyin’ in Italy y’all”  followed by a meme or a  selfie  with a  shocked look on the face … tweeted  just  before they went  back to liking somebody’s food choice for lunch on Facebook.

Then began phase 3  , millions of people tweeting out  the year’s new catchy phrase “Weapon’s of Mass Destruction”  … err, oops,  I mean  #flattenthecurve  y’all.   “We gots to flatten this  shit bitches” …  tweeted out  before returning to  another 20  rounds  of  Call  of Duty.

Sometime in  the  last  7  days  saw the most  dramatic change I’ve ever  seen  on Twitter.

People  put down  their  phones for  the  first  time  in  years ,  and actually began to discover a lost sense of “community”,   something that my parents and  your parents have learned and supported through many disasters in their  lifetimes.

Stories and  tweets about “who needs  help?”  ,  “how I’m helping do my part to save the world”  ,  and vidoes  of people  knocking  on old people’s doors  and  offering  to go  on a  food run for them began  appearing all of  a sudden.

The Italians, and The French , and the Chinese all uniting  to sing from the balconies in  solidarity ,  and  cheering health workers  of their  country as  recognition  that  they  are  our modern day infantry.   All being tweeted while … helping others.

Maybe they’re all  realizing that  this could very well be a  global  reset  button  … if it continues to spread like wildfire over  the  next  30  days , and reaches a  point  where  it’s  uncontrollable.

What  I’m saying  is,  maybe there  is hope for humanity.

But to get there and realize that  hope,  maybe a  few hundred million need  to  die first.    Maybe me included.

It was  interesting to  me  that up until a week ago the “brains of the UK” (yes the same ones who pushed hard for “Brexit  –  the playful fun name that’s been given to a disaster ) , came up with the novel idea of letting their citizens willingly die as  their method  of dealing  with  Covid-19.

Mind you, their intial idea was begat  from the core  idea of  preserving  the value of the world’s strongest  currency by keeping  absolutely everything in England operating  as normal.

But  the  idea  of just letting  Covid-19 infect the entire populace of  the UK , and letting a pre-determined  %  die  off  , while quickly having the survivors be immune to  Covid-19  , at a rate  far  ahead  of the  rest of  the world’s immunability  …  was  ballsy  if  not  brilliant.

Of  course the British public figured out the plan rather  quickly and voted a strong NO  to UKExit.

Damn.   (sorry Rob)

How the fuck am  I going to  have  a  chance  to  see half  the world  die if people keep trying to live ????  I need human stupidity to prevail.  Oh,  thank you India ,   that 14 hour country-wide lockdown is exactly what we need to accelerate this Covid-19 spread.

Covid-19 and  Femdom  | Altering Human Behaviour

As  you  know, I lead  quite the solitary life.  It comes with the job , anonymity I’ve found is my greatest friend when it comes to  helping me become a renowned Mistress.

I was born three months pre-mature as  most  of  you know , and having survived I’ve been tagged with a  -3 to immune system with regards to dust allergies.

Therefore, I might be wrong  in my own  self-assessment, but I think I’d be one of  the one’s who would deteriorate quickly  and  die horribly if I caught the Covid-19 virus.

So for a month  now,  I’ve locked  myself inside my  condo  here all alone.    I’ve left twice , both times with gloves scarf and mask to look for a  new place to move  to as my lease expires here on March 31st.

Other than that , I’ve been writing,  watching Netflix  , and finding things to do to occupy my time.

When this Covid-19  threat first started whipping people into a panic , one of  my favourite hobbies of fucking with men’s  minds  on Tinder  dating app  disappeared as  all communication came to a surprising instantaneous halt.

Us young people don’t  date like our older generations did.

We swipe ,  looking for a visually stimulating hot looking guy in my case  – girl  in  your case.   We chat a couple of  times and agree to hook up for a meeting.    At  said  meeting  , usually over  coffee  , we both are making moment  by moment  judgements  as to whether  or  not  there’s gonna  be any action happening later on … be  it in  the  simple  form  of a  kiss  goodbye,  or full on fucking  under the covers later that night.

Guys aren’t stupid.     I  don’t know why we think  they are  when  it  comes to  dating.

When such face-to-face dates aren’t going well,  I have no qualms  at all  about smiling and saying  nicely  that there’s nothing going on  at all  chemistry wise ,  and excusing  myself  from the  coffee  shop right  there  and then.  Which is  a good thing for  the  guy anyways as none  of them are ever going  to  fuck  me , my intention is  to  simply  give  them  the illusion  they  can and  will ,  only  to monitor  their  individual reactions.

Other girls though ,  they have ghosting  techniques  that  are so  predictable  by  men.

10 minutes  into  the date they’ll  get  a  “surprise” call from “cousin Ashley” ,  who has  called  to “shockingly report”  that grandma  had  a plane  engine fall through  her house  from  the sky and killed her instantly.    Thus, the girl absolutely must regrettably excuse herself from the  date  …  and once  outside  the  restaurant  immediately block all Facebook,  Line,  WhatsApp, and  Instagram contacts with the  dude.    ie:    Ghosting.

As if  guys didn’t know, right?

Well, starting about a week  ago,  Tinder responses started  happening again.    That’s  right  –  as more  and  more  of  the  world’s  population has  been  forced into their  huts ‘n  homes  ,  Tinder dating  has  popped back  to  life !

By  way of  … virtual first dates.

I had 3 of  these  video  chat  first  dates just  this  week.    And  let  me  tell  you  this  …  there have  been  some  very noticeable changes in  human  behaviour  ,  thanks to this  Covid-19 crisis.  I can’t  help  but  wonder if these changes are temporary or permanent?

Change  #1 –  Nakedness

I’ve  done  all  3  first  dates  wearing an  unwashed t-shirt , a bit  of  makeup but  not  much  , my unwashed hair  ponytailed back ,  and absolutely nothing but  my bare legs  and  pussy coiled  up  on the sofa  down  below.

All 3 guys I’ve dated have had  unkempt hair,  and a shirt ‘n tie on.

So I  asked all 3 guys to stand  up  and  back  off  in front of the camera so  I could see a whole  body  shot.    All 3  initially refused.

Know  why?    Cuz  they’re  naked  too  !!!   Well  almost,  it  seems  guys  love to wear  boxer  shorts or  tight  ball  hugging  undies while  locked  up at  home.

It’s a great laugh  , so my  recommendation to  you  guys is  to  call your first  dates out on  the  same  thing  and  see how  our gender  reacts.   It’s a  great  ice-breaker  !!    And you’ll  come  off as saavy  ‘n  smart  to  boot.

Change #2 – Ghosted,  really?

Truly ,  there must  be nothing  more  humiliating as a  man  than at a  time in  the world where your  video date is locked inside  her  house  with  nothing  else to do thanks  to  Covid-19 –  that  she’d rather ghost  you  and be alone than talk to another  human  being.

Worse than that, there’s now no surprise phone call  from a  friend and the announcement of  another dead grandma  trajedy.   Nope, now  it’s  just “insta-black”  on the guy’s screen  followed  by “loss of connection” message.

On  redial,  the  girl’s  ghosted you  ,  blocked you.

Hasn’t  happened to  me yet  , but remember it’s  always the guys chasing the  girls’ approval , and never the  other  way around,  even  in these  new Covid-19 times we’re  living  in.

This  is  the ultimate  femdom  humiliation  for  a  man isn’t  it?

That’s  why I  think  this Online Femdom Session idea that Mistress  Wael is promoting is  so  tenuous for  you  guys …  to  be ghosted by  a Mistress, of  whom there  are so  few in the world,  that must be worth an  orgasm  or  two before  the  crying sets in,  amiright?

Change #3  – The Real Me

I know, or  at least I  think  I know, just about  every single line, move  and social gimmick  that guys  use on a Tinder date.   I have to keep dating guys on Tinder as research because a  first  Tinder date is in  no way  at  all  close to  a first BDSM / Femdom session  meeting.

I  use  Tinder to keep myself grounded on what’s  really going  on out there  in  the world.    If  I  relied solely on Mistress –  Slave  interactions as  my  guideposts to  life,  I’d  be  lost.

Guys are  wholly predictable.

I  have a few  rules  to  deal  with  them  , like,  I never answer a  question.   I answer  a question with a  question of  my own,  it allows  me to maintain the  power  in  a conversation.   It’s a tip I got from a CIA  interrogator 5 years ago ,  right before I whipped his ass for an  hour  and got him to  say Thank You Mommy over  a  hundred times.

Until this week I could honestly say ,  especially after my latest 100 Tinder dates experiment  ,  that I knew pretty much what  each guy was going  to  say and do 5  minutes into  the date.    Without  fail.     Maybe the  occasional  exception  ,  but even  the  one’s who surprised  me  would regress  to  the mean  eventually.

Until this week.

Tinder first dates on video have  baffled me.   At  first I  thought it’s because of  me,  that  I’m relying on my  English so much to  make an impression  … not my strongest gun  in  my  arse(enal).

It wasn’t until half  way  through  the 3rd  video date that I caught on to what was  happpening.

Guys were being themselves.

They were being that  guy  who’s  invited friends  over for Sunday afternoon  football  and shooting  the  shit  over a  few beers.  The guy  who watches a basketball  game  in his undies ,  itches his crotch  ,  and takes a whiff  to judge the smell.    The  guy  who wipes his armpits with  his hands  and dries them on his jeans.   The  guy  who when  alone  picks  his  nose  and flicks it  across  the room  towards  the  laundry basket.   The guy who leans over  and  rips a  window shattering fart  and sniffs the air  a moment  later  to see  if  it  reeks or  not.

That guy.

Why?   Why  are these  guys  talking to  me  like  I’m Joe  ,  their best  friend  from  grade 2  who’s been with them  through thick and thin until I was best man at  his wedding?    Or  best  girl  as it  were.

Seriously,  I caught the 2nd  guy smelling  his  balls  on  camera after wiping  them.   He  did  it without even noticing.    Never  once has  a  guy  done that  while out on  a  real  world date with  me.    Fuck  ,  I don’t  even  know  if  I’d ghost a  guy who did  that, I’d  probably commend him for acting  so naturally.

I closed  my  laptop yesterday  and pondered this new phenomenon  over a box of fettucine alfredo that I  had just ordered.

Then  it  hit me  an hour later.

He knows!!!!

He  knows  he’s  got  nothing to  lose.

There’s no  action to be playing  for , or  fearful of.    No goodbye kiss  ,   no pussy to  eat  or  fuck  later  on at night , nothing.    No  chips  are  in  on the  poker  table for him  ,  he’s  just leanin’  back  , looking  at his dealt  hand  ,  sniffin’ his balls,  and  sayin’  “ah what the hell.”

With that , there is nothing to  lose.   Guys are finally being  guys.   Especially  when I go  into Mistress  mode and  order them to stand up  and  show  me  their  boxers on  camera.

All 3 laughed  , one  even jumped and  slammed his foot yelling “fuck how do you know,  how did  you know? ” and immediately ripped  off his  tie  and  unbuttoned his dress shirt.

I  told him  “go put on  a tshirt and be you  dude,  I’ll  wait”

“Fuck ya, hold  on” he cheered  back.

The third guy  , when I called  him on wiping his  groing and sniffing  his finger simply  said  “fuck,  did  I  just  do  that?    Did  you see that?”

“Fuck  ya” I  said,  “what’s the defcon  rating?”  I asked,

“Defcon rating  …  as in  ,  how many more  days can  you  wear those undies before definitely having  to wash them”

“Oh  fuck ” he  laughed  ,  “these  have  at least two or  three  more  days in them.”

“Right  on” I said,  “mine are well  into  day 4,  I’ll show  you the smear  on  mine  if  you show  me  the  smear  on yours.”

“Hahaha” he burst out  laughing ,  “you’re  fucking cool you know  that?”

“So  are  you”  I smiled.

Know  what?   I  kind of  like  these new Covid-19  guys ,  I hope the  change is permanent in all you guys.

So  stay safe ok  ,  if  Covid and the zombie deers that are coming after don’t  kill  us,  we’re all gonna have some fun  shit to  talk  about

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> The Well | Mistress Wael

Last week I was thinking only about how to use plastic wrap in the mouth to train new toilet slaves.

How it would be perfect to get used to have my poo in the mouth … but take away the fear.

Can experience everything … and nothing … at the same time.

I could filter pee with no spill.

With no fear and no spill I can make a perfect human toilet.

And then this fucking Covid steal my sessions from me  ><

Every day now I have a bigger problem and even bigger problem.

Until today I say to myself  enough.   I want to feel like a Mistress again.

And I did chat on my phone with many many slaves all day.

But even that make a problem in my mind.

Becasue I feel guilty to be happy when I chat.

Every hour my daughter want to video call me,

“Am I going to die?”

My daughter 14yo ask me that today.  What question is that?   Or  maybe I  should say why do I  have to answer 1 question serious  like that  to somebody only 14yo?

“No not going to die don’t think like that”

“But no water mom.”

“Yes I know.   I will fix.”

Because start 3 days ago many in Bangkok rush leave the city and go home.

My family home is 42km outside Chiang Rai.   In the jungle.  Near  to  the mountain.   3 houses on our dirt street only.  We are far like that from the world.

We use well water.

Did  you know  my  name Mistress Wael came from my mom try to give me a English name?

When I was born the property only had a shelter and a well.

And my mom wanted to name me after something on the property.    But she hated the Thai name for a well …. Naam Baw.  Because it kind of means Sewer Water too.     And ,  well ,  you don’t really want to go around naming your first daughter “Sewer Water.”   Bad days coming in school  you know.

So somebody told her the English word for it is Well.

But she had no idea how to spell it.

And so  …  my name is Wael or  Waew  or Weaw.   Whatever.   and so,  this site has not one but two Mistresses named after water.   Kind of,  lol.

The well is dry at my home.

Closest supermarket is 40km away to buy water from.

In March & April the water level is low anyway.    But now the 3 house on my  street  have  many people stay there who  come home from Bangkok.

And  because fear from the virus everybody hoard the water.

Now the well is always empty.

One maybe two pail of water have to be  enough for 6 people now.   For  drinking and  for washing clothes too.

So now every day I  have to send money for bottle water and gasoline for my dad to ride come back 80km every morning.

I ordered water from the water truck but not sure he will come or  not.  Because all business is shut down now.  After 1 person died in Chiang Rai 2 days ago from the virus they closed everything very fast.

When I talk about Mistress things on sms I have fun.

Love to tease.   Today I laugh a lot and share a lot  of  photos and videos to many of  you.

But in my stomach I  feel tight.   Scared.   The most scared I ever feel in my life.

To not think about it I practiced video sessions on my phone.

I feel like a crazy woman alone in my condo  talking to  my phone all day … trying to tease my Samsung.

Online teasing is “ok.”

I need a man under my ass or under my foot.  If I wiggle my toes  on my  phone  it  is  not the same as wiggle my toes  on my slave’s  mouth.

If I had Apple phone I could say  “Siri do you like my foot in your mouth bitch?”

But I have a quiet  Samsung A80 only.  Worst phone in the world.

It’s  ok.

I have 2  orders for  private  POV videos and 1 online foot worship session.

So here we go.

I step to  the unknown.  Wish me  luck 

Mistress Wael

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> The “Noah” Moment

So obviously, we’re not doing face to face sessions for a while.

There are a few guys who got trapped here in the city and cannot  fly home.   They’re keen on  doing sessions  still but there  is  no  way.

This country has  a nasty habit of not just reporting things but invading people’s lives and privacy just to dramatize the story for the sensationalized tabloids here.

No doubt , if  I came down with this virus , it’d be front page news , and can  you imagine if they traced my sessions back to one of you guys who  were infected.

Yikes.

I have some pretty prominant people who see me , all  with well distinguished careers.   So with  them in mind,  rest assured that all I’m doing all day  is binging on Netflix until I pass out  on  the  couch.

Then I wake up , circle the living room a  few hundred times , cook up some rice and butter , eat that while watching more Netflix and eventually pass out again.

I’ll wake up ,  oblivious to  what  time  it  is ,  and to how  many consecutive days  I’ve worn these  same panties.   Then I’ll sit down at  some  random time  to  write  to  you  guys,  today that happens to be 5:40am.

Every couple of days I’ll hit this point where I’ll answer out loud to a question  that  was asked  in my  head.

Today while ironing  …  yes ironing –  that’s how bored I got – I was steam pressing my gym socks when  I suddenly yelled out “ya like that’s gonna happen.”

I paused and for the 3rd time  this week questioned myself out loud asking  “who the fuck  are you talking to?”

Then as  I  did a  few  days  ago I  stepped  back from  the  ironing  board  the  way a  suicidal man would step  away  from the  edge  of  a cliff after reconsidering.

I’ll  then have a rather loud argument with my Id Ego and SuperEgo as  to whether or not I’ve reached  the  inflection point of sanity vs insanity  ;  but when that answer comes  back as ‘possibly mildly  insane’ I’ll just throw up  my  hands and say “I’m ‘outta heeee”

Today I grabbed  my purse, sat  on the  floor  putting on  my shoes and was considering how throwing social  caution to the wind would embolden my will   … when I had a “Noah” moment.

I even  said out loud in a rhetorical question to myself  “how long can you tread water” (5:57 mark in the video above)

Which is me saying to my curvy –  yet frail allergy prone body  ,  “how long  would  you last in the ICU?”

So I’ll sit down  to write again  , and as  you can see by the Covid Manifesto which started out as a 2 paragraph blog post, I tend to lose myself for half a day just writing stuff out.

Wael too.

We’re committed to , mostly out of lonliness , writing a story every single day, alternating between the two of us.

Geez I haven’t written that frequently since the first three years of  me taking  over  the  blog from Mistress Jaa.

So for as long as this lasts,  you European’s  can wake up to a cup ‘o coffee and a story to read,  every morning.

And write us once in  a while ok.

I used  to  boast  about  the  solitary  life Mistress Wael and I lead.

Humbly,  not  so much  anymore.

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Human Toilet Training = Sexy & Hot | Mistress Wael

Making human toilet training hot and sexy is my new goal.

When your head mistress taught me about bdsm she say to me every day “find a hole and fill it.”

And no is not talking about anal sex.

Supply and demand.   Find a fetish with little supply , a lot of demand , and do things different.

So I am.

I am making toilet training super sexy and hot.  Because I watched about 1000 toilet training videos now.   All are mean , messy , and gross.

Not one video show what the submissive slave wants the most.

a)  To be scared and want to be submissive anyway.

b)  To be excited.

c)  To be able to serve me perfectly.

d)  To feel embarrassed and loved at the same time.

e)   To experience humiliation in a good way.

My goal is to give my submissive slave all that and more  when he submits to be my human toilet training boy.

When Christmas comes  …

I will be the #1 Mistress in Asia for Human Toilet Training with 100 videos.  Let me show you why.

Yesterday I made a video to show one way I do my human toilet training.   In fact …  I have about 10 ways.   Slowly I will show you all 10.

If you want to watch the video and follow along you can buy it for 2,000 baht.

Today I will start to make a store page for my videos.  First I will load all the videos I did already.   Then I will make one new video a day and load it to the store.  And I will add the custom made videos people ask for.

To help you understand my technique I will post screenshot from my Human Toilet Training video but to really “get it” you should watch the video to feel the “desire” I make in your heart.

Scared and Submissive

The perfect human toilet is scared and submissive.

I will show you soon how I take care of scared.  I remove it.  All fear gone.  I have a perfect way to do  that

But I want to talk about submissive.  How I  make you feel submissive.

Because I don’t do it only for my human toilet training session.  No.   The technique I use for all my session.   Especially my Mistress as a Girlfriend session.

Your head mistress is a bombshell.   She can make you feel weak and desire at the same time.

I am ‘maybe’ only cute.

So I have to do technique perfect to make you submit to me.

One thing I do always is to keep you below me.  Under me.

Under my foot.   Under my ass.  Sitting below me.  Sitting under me.  Always under me or below me.

In my Mistress as a Girlfriend session  …  if  you taller than me  … you must bend yourself to be below my eye.

Men love that when we go shopping all day.   And I massage the sore back in the evening for reward.

You can see in the video you start below me.

And I make you wait like that.

Why rush?

You wait all your life for  this  fantasy right?  So now you will wait 10 minute at my foot watching me on the toilet.

I want you to enjoy to  be my  human toilet training slave.   So let it last a long time.

Every human toilet training video in the world is so short.   Why?  It should be very long experience for you.   And every minute  you wait will make you to want it more.

Human Toilet Training is Exciting!

I need you excited  – not scared.

Excited means your cock is super hard.   Hard like my Tease & Denial sessions.

Watch every other human toilet training video in the world … every man has a soft dick.

All my slaves stay rock hard.    Why?

Because I focus one thing other Mistress never focus :  anticipation.

No not that anticipation.   You’re so vain if you think like that. (see my joke?)

Again … in  every video the slave is on the floor already.  Or under a toilet chair.

And that is fun how?

Look at my hand in  the photo.

I am push you down below.  You can feel me push you to your position.

I encourage you.

Tell you  how perfect  you are.

I  let you  tell me how perfect is my ass from down there.

Often I will put lipsitick  on your mouth.   Nice shiny red lipstick.

And I will let you tattoo my ass with your lips first.

If I like my tattoos ,  I will fart to let you know.

And you will play with  your cock when  you kiss.   Just like you are now!

Only touch my perfect ass with your lips.

Again.  Why rush?

You are below a naked Mistress on your knees about to eat from my ass soon.

How about I put a show on for you?

Let you enjoy to look at my hair.

Let you enjoy  to  look at my ass.

Maybe I give  you 1 peek to see my boob.

I want you to enjoy your time on your knees.

Because how often can a man be on  his knees in  his  life?    Almost never you agree?   So  when that time come to have fun … take your time.   Because I will take my time to see  you submit to  me  for  sure.

Serve me Perfectly

Ok.  So your cock is 100% hard.  Good.

Your heart is going crazy.  Good.

If  you watch other Human Toilet Training videos … the slave is ready …  and the poo come like a sausage machine.    Voooooooooom.

No.

Did you know poo can look cute?

Poo can look like a rabbit.  Or like a strange bubble.

See the bubble on  my asshole?   I want you  to  look at it from below me.  I  want you to  ask yourself question about it like “is that a bubble?”

Always I will let out 1 tiny sample and hold it on my asshole.

The more you see what it  will look  like  …  the color  …  the texture …  size …  wet or dry  … the more  your  brain  will think about where  you are and  what will  happen soon.

Slow.  Everything so slow.

Then I will squeeze my ass tight.

And  make a smear.

IF you are level 2  human toilet slave  –  mean you have 0 fear because we did many times my special technique to remove fear ….  this will be your first touch.

But not with your mouth.

With your nose.

You foreigner love to say the word “brown nose.”  But did you ever get a  chance  to really be a “brown nose” slave?  With me you will.  How humiliating to put your nose in my dirty ass!   You must  be a dirty slave.   You agree?

Say “Yes Mistress Wael.”   I  will  make  you say  my name  a  lot  to make you sure you remember me and this session.

Love and Embarrassment

I want you to love to serve me.  I  want you  to love my ass.  And love what come out of it.

To make you almost cum I have 2 technique I do  …  and because these 2 techniques  …  sometimes I have to tie your hand so you don’t cum.

First technique is  The Volcano.

I think …  it is amazing to see the ass open.   It is like a movie  when you see a  volcano  explode.

But  in my movie … you can see very close the top of  the volcano before the  lava  come  out.

I  play with that idea.   Sometimes for 10 minutes I will open the volcano mouth and close again.

Sometimes I will almost let  you see the brown lava a  little bit.  And  then pull back inside again.

And I will tell you every time  the volcano open to lick  your  lip and  open your  mouth.

Anticipation.

After 10 minute you don’t  know what to explode first.   Your cock or my volcano.

When the volcano finally open …  you will beg me for it to come.   But I don’t do Dairy Queen style like every human toilet training video in the world.

I think it is stupid to put a Dairy Queen brown ice cream mountain on your face.

Did you ever in your life go 1 time to the toilet and poo on the top toilet seat?  No of course not.

So why do a human toilet training session like that?

Drop by drop … you will open and swallow.

Then open and swallow again.

No mess.  I hate a messy toilet.

And drop by drop you can enjoy yourself.

Because some slave … have a problem to swallow.    But everybody can swallow one drop.

I learned if  I don’t tie the hand  of my  slave he  will come when he taste the first drop.

Anticipation and taste … is too much.

So you  will have to tell me what you want from the session.  You  want one drop for  your fantasy?

Or you  want to hear “open” , “swallow” 100  times?

But like I  say  in the video  “I am not done with  you yet.”

Especially if you cum already.

Because like after you cum  … after you taste one small drop of  my poo …  you will  feel  shy and embarrassed.

I want to enjoy when you feel  like  that and  want  to shower fast and go home quickly.

No fucking way.

You are my slave.   I let you  go when I say “I  am done with  you.”

So serve  me  more.

Yes …. with that taste  in your  mouth.   Yes …  with  all that  cum on  your  tummy.   Serve  me  more  shy toilet  slave.

Here.   Take tissue.  Clean my ass for me.  I love to  see  my slave learn  how to clean my ass  under the toilet seat.   Not easy  like you think.

My ass is clean?   Good.

Maybe I make  you drink  some pee.    Drop by drop.  To give you more taste.

And I take you  to the  bed.

The  bed is  for  me  not  for  you.  You always  below  me remember?   So?   Get on  the  floor.

And look  up at me.

Yes with the taste  in your mouth  still.

Dont’  worry … I  will add  to  the taste.

With the dust  from my nail after I file.

And my spit.

And my ear wax.

And my nose stuff.

All mix together in your mouth.   And say “Thank You Mistress Wael” every time.   Understand?

I  love to see you embarrassed like that.

Know what I learned?

The longer I make  you  feel  embarrassed  …  the faster you come back for another session.

There.

That is some of the technique I use for my human toilet training session … with a new slave.

My fetish is to train slaves who never try it before and feel scare.

And  change them from feel scare to feel horny.

And from feel horny to embarrassed.

And  from embarrassed to rush to try again.

In two days I will show you how I take away fear from my slaves.

I have a special human toilet training technique  for that  I think no Mistress in the world do.  Only me.

Remember you can email me to buy my video.

And  you can email me for me to  make a custom video for you.

Talk to you in 2  days.

Mistress Wael

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Maybe.

Well, isn’t this fun?

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

That’s  how relaxed things are, and  you  know  what?   I’m quite enjoying myself and all this free  time.

One  reason  is, I’m writing again , as you’ve no  doubt noticed by now.

I  told Mistress Wael  earlier this week “hun, you always said you wanted  to learn to write better-  well  , here’s your chance – giftwrapped with the biggest yellow  ribbon  the  world’s ever  gonna give ya.” – unless ur waiting  for 100 yellow ribbons …

We’re committed  to giving  you  guys a story a day , ready and posted by every morning Europe  time.

Possible?  Well , to give  you an idea just  how  much time I have on my hands  … it’s 9:31 am the  day  BEFORE  this  story is gonna be posted.  Email was done 2  hours ago and for  the  first  time in years  – emails get answered  the  minute they come in because I’m so happy to talk to somebody.   Wael’s asked me  to design a store  page  for  her  videos so I’m  gonna work on  that later  this afternoon and  then I’ll probably get  started on  the next story that I  have swirling  in my head … the  one that’s not due  for  another 3 days.

I love it!

For the longest  time I was skeetering between happiness and  madness , trying  to balance the fun  of being  a Mistress  with the sessions and emails that  I couldn’t  keep  up  with.    Oh  sure I’d write  a  story, but when  I did I was always angry  because it was eating  into  what precious  little free  time I had  left.

Now I feel  like there’s  been a huge weight  lifted off my shoulders and I can actually sit  down  and  do  the thing I love  the most  … writing!

Several hours ago I looked up into  the tar black sky at 3am and saw thousands of stars twinkling over the eerie darkness of the city.   I’ve never  seen the city so dark in all my years here.

Then  this  morning ,  right  in the  middle of “rush hour” I waltzed down my street here and walked right  in the middle of the empty road, and saw perhaps 20 people  outside  at  most.   I  felt like my dreams for a post Thanos society had come true , it felt eerie.

Somebody messaged me on Twitter this morning  “stay safe, it’s getting worse.”

Is it?

Is 1/2 the world staying home and for the first time in forever – and spending quality family time something I’d call “getting worse?”

Is having the entire world face the first crisis since World War 2 and realizing a sense of  global community and reponsibility so bad?

Isn’t watching certain world leaders Like New York’s Cuomo and Canada’s Trudeau demonstrate true leadership a great thing ?

The 36 minute,  50 second mark  is 5 agonizing but stoic seconds of silence that represents the greatest question of our time  … can the world’s population be trusted to voluntarily act responsibly?

Because as of the moment I write this , China is the only  country in the world to have successfully flattened the curve , and the measures to achieve that were not voluntary.

Nothing is inherently good or bad.

Because  you  never know  what will  be the consequences of misfortune.  Or ,  you never know what will be the consequences of good fortune.

Only our interpreation governs our perception.

I’m sure you’ve heard the tale of the Chinese farmer.  If you haven’t,  have a listen,  it’s a tool I’ve used for many years  …

For example, I  stopped looking  for  a place to move to.

My lease ends in  5 days,  and my landlady has refused all along to renew for any term less than a year.

Then covid hit hard and all my sessions got cancelled.

Called her up today and she begged me to stay for one more month.  No prospective tenants left in the city you see.

To celebrate I went for that walk I mentioned earlier this morning looking to buy bbq’d bananas from the lady who sells them at  the  top of the street.

But she’s packed up and gone back to her family home up north I assume.

So I went instead to the  supermarket and heard “Mistress?”

Turned around to see a guy who I had to cancel the other day since I’m not doing sessions until the Covid threat has passed, but was told he was feeling sad as he’s stranded here with no flights back home available,  but seeing me at 8am made him so happy.

To that,  we bumped elbows ,  tapped our shoes, had a good laugh …  and now I’m back home here writing to you guys , munching on banana chips instead.

Has it been a good morning?

Maybe.

You see, I’ve been pondering how to make money through this world shutdown.

Can tell you that I’m not keen on doing online sessions for two reasons.

For one, they can be recorded and then posted all over the internet.

Secondly, I just really enjoy face to face  encounters.  They’re real.

It’s why I don’t  ever  communicate with texting apps , that’s not how real people communicate.

You can probably vouch  for this … have you ever talked  to  a buddy and asked him or her  “hey have you talked to s0-and-so today?” and they’ll say  “ya, talked to him this morning,  he texted me.”

Well they didn’t really talk, did they?    Not by my definition of talking anyways.

I’m all  about making  guys’ knees go  weak  and knowing their heart is pounding as i pull them by the chin to  the  bedroom.

If  I tried pulling you by the  chin in a video session  my  laptop would  crash to the floor.

So I  came the conclusion  that  if I  am going to do an  online session  ,  its  gotta be with  the guys I know very well  ,  whom I’ve sesisoned with many times, and who I trust unequivocally.

Also, the longest I can handle talking to a  monitor with no physical interaction is 30 minutes.  So that will be the  limit of  my longest session.

Same as Mistress Wael’s prices,  30  mins would be 2k ,  15 mins would  be 1k  , and that’d be the minimum amount.

She called me very early this morning,  Mistress Wael did.

Her sister’s down syndrome medication has run out  and she’s unable  –  and/or unwilling to travel from her very rural and humble abode in the northern mountains down here to the big city to get her prescriptions.   Which is causing her to be suffering from chronic withdrawl symptoms and unbearable spinal pain.  Yet she won’t risk getting infected and doesn’t want to put others at risk for such a long trip, not that Wael can afford it anyways.   I was at her condo yesterday helping her shoot her video and heard her dad screaming at her when he called, blaming her for everything , incluuding her sister’s constant crying.  Geez.  I took the phone from her hands and shut it off,  then hugged her for a very long time.

She said this is the worst of times and I said maybe.

“What if your sister survives and finds out a  month down the road she doesn’t  need to take 100 pills a day” I asked her, all prescribed long ago by crooked doctors.  “What if  that allows her to  try medicinal marijuana instead, at 1/4 of the price?”  “And what if that cannibis pill lessened the neck pain from her twisted spine?” as I’ve been suggesting all along.

And through choked back tears  she whispered “ya, maybe.”

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Mistress’s Scat Slave | Mistress Wael

Did you ever order food and after the food come you said  “fuck … why didn’t I order the other food I was thinking about?”

Or did you ever try one awful food … and then try something worse … and think ‘wow’  … the first food – no so bad!

In my last story I told you I will explain how I take away the fear from my scat slave.

I  told you I  had a special technique.

Actually  … I have 2 technique.

One is mental fear.

One is just fear of my poo in the mouth.

So I want to talk about mental fear first.  Because I know I can make your mouth not to be scared of my poo.  You can see how I do that in part 3 of my Mistress’s scat slave series.

How to make a scat slave relax his mind?

Easy.  Make the poo the lesser of two evils.

Follow along.  Or buy my scat slave Lesser of Two Evils video and see for yourself.

The empty glass.

Into the empty glass I will make a special Mistress’s scat slave cocktail.

Again , like I told you in part 1 … my slave always begin below me.

It is his first time to be my  scat slave.    He thinks it will be awful.

So I make him  think about why I have a champagne glass in the bathroom with him?

It’s empty.  We need ingredients.

At Starbucks.  In my frappucino they put chocolate shaving on the top and  chocolate sprinkle.

Sorry I don’t have chocolate shaving on my body …  but I have nail clipping and nail file dust for a Mistress’s scat slave.

I used to  let  my slaves clip my nails.  Now  .. no way.  Men suck at nails.

So watch me.   Watch  me fill the glass with my nails and nail dust.

Good boy.  Have a idea what I am doing yet?  No?

Ok add something new.

Lucky for me Starbucks never put shoe dirt in my Frappucino.

Sorry I cannot say the same for your cocktail.

A good drink should have cruncy munchy.  Something to bite.  Bubble tea has bubbles, yes?

I don’t have bubbles on the bottom of my shoe but.

For sure I can scrape crunchy things into your cocktail.

About now … all my slaves get it … what I am doing.

Look at that … 5 minutes into his first scat session and?

He forget about eating poo.

Magic!

What is more tasty than shoe dirt?

Right.  You guess true.  Foot scab.  Toe dirt.

I will get my slave to lick the dirt from between my toe.

And I scrape it from the tongue and into the cocktail.

Perfect.  Now we have all the ingredient.  Oh?  Mistress’s scat slave …  his focus is on the cocktail only.

Maybe I should make him help me?

Every slave loves to help his mistress, right?

Ok so help me to stir.

Wait. You cannot stir yet.

You need a stir stick.

But not your finger or something like that.  A stir stick can add flavor.

And where to get flavor?  From my ear.

Ear wax has protien I think.   See?   I  am thinking about your health.

So stir and  do like I do in the video … wipe my ear wax on the glass.

Good boy.  I am sure you can guess what will come next?

Oh?  You don’t  want to know?  You  feel  too  embarrass already?  Too bad!

Now we need to make a roux.

You forget I was a chef before I was a Mistress.

I make the best roast beef roux in the world.

And I make the best Mistress’s scat slave cocktail roux in the world.

Just add a lot of spit.  Your spit.  My spit.  Two flavor in one.  Let it mix together.

Yes.  Good.  We have a roux.

Now watch me swirl for you.

Ok yes … it look a little bit gross.

You don’t mind , right?

In cooking I have to make a reduction.  To make a reduction often I will add wine to my food.

Lucky for you … I have free white wine for  your cocktail.

Ok yellow wine.  Close enough.

Your job … please hold the cocktail glass to the wine tap.  Thank you.  Good slave.

Hmm.  I guarantee you forgot 100% about my poo.   Now you focus on the slave cocktail we made together.

I add nose snot to make you  think about the  cocktail more.

Maybe some pussy hair.

I cook like that at home too.

I throw everything into my soup.  So let  me do the same for you.

Too gross for you slave?

You will throw up if you drink that?   Would you like to eat something else instead?

Well  lucky for you I have appetizer.

A good cocktail should wash down a meal, right?  Because what is a cocktail?  Yes  … after dinner drink.

And what did you come to see me for?   That’s right … dinner.

So open your mouth.  Let me feed you.

Not alot.  See in video how much I feed you?  Answer:  just enough.

Just enough to give your mouth a new taste.

I know.  I understand you.  You are now my shit eater.  Your dream to  be Mistress’s scat slave come true.

But the taste!

We did many many sessions at Mistress’s scat slave level 2 … and I take your fear away about having my poo in your mouth already.

That is why you are ok right now.  You are shock 100% you can be ok with that taste in your mouth.

Congratulations!

You graduate to Mistress’s scat slave level 3.

Let’s celebrate.   I have a champagne bottle… for me only of course.

You  … drink your cocktail … it is the lesser of two evils.

Wouldn’t you agree?   haha.  Cheers!

Mistress Wael

1. You can buy the video from me.  It’s 2,000 baht.  The video is 5 minutes long.  Email me to arrange everything.
2. Order any custom video from me that you can fantasize about.  It can be POV or order me to do your fetish on a slave since you cannot be here in person.
3. Today I will edit and load all the videos from old sessions to the cloud.  Organize them into folders.  And make a store page where you can buy the groups of videos by folder.
4. I’m making a video a day to add to the store.
5. Adding video and online sessions to my form.

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Last Femdom Slave Standing

There’s been a hell of  a lot of scratchin’ pussy  going on around here lately.

The question I’ve been asked the most , daily , is ‘how are ya hanging in through this Covid thing?’ and the answer I’ve given time after time makes you guys squirm in your pants and scream  in  frustration no doubt.

I’m fucking horny.

Every … single … available … white … cock  has fled the city.

Leaving me to sit  on the  sofa  here with two fingers of my left  hand burried inside my ‘puss all day  long as I do  things  on the  computer with  the right hand.

I shit  you not  …  I cum about 10 times a day now.

It reminds me of when I was a teenager and I had begun to hang around a friend’s condo because there was this Swedish swimmer who would go for a swim every morning.   He had  a swimmers bod’ with these long lanky muscles which normally would  have demanded all of  my attention … if it weren’t for the navy blue ultra tight speedo trunks he wore.  Yes , I remember the color.  I even remember that the  word Speedo  was written in  small white letters across the top  of the ass part of his trunks.   I remember all this  because his junk , even when soft, was this unbelievably massive lump of compressed flesh.

I’d watch him from the pool office –  a tiny room set behind the deep end  of the pool , a little bit offset from the  supply shed in front.

And in that office was this old fashioned  microphone , the kind that would normally  be fastened  to the top of a table and the  long metal neck could then be bent towards  the mouth to  speak into.   Honestly, its use would be best served at a mall or at  a community swimming pool , why it was laying  in a decaying box at an unused condo pool was a complete mystery , but thank the gods someone had put  it  there.

To a 16 year old girl – staring at a man’s package that looked gargantuan even from a far – that phallic thing wasn’t a microphone,  it was a cock.

For a while,  every morning I’d sleep over at  my girlfriends place – someone I didn’t even like that much – just to sit in that room and fuck my clit with  my fingers while holding on to that rusty old microphone like it was the last cock on earth.

I had  never  been hornier in my life – until this week.

Yesterday I sat here on this couch from 6am until 9 at night loading every single bdsm video I have to the cloud.  I’m opening a store page today you see , where you’ll be able to buy video packages grouped by fetish , with purchasing details all in one  place.    A decade worth of videos from sessions so old I can’t even  remember them.   Most made me laugh.  No doubt you guys will opt for the Tease & Denial package or the Anal one perhaps , but my personal favorite is the Mistress’s Personalities video folder.   That one has it  all : orgasms, blowjobs, wind storms, screams …  just us mistress’s being who we are outside of sessions.

But the one’s that reminded me of being original Mistress Jaa’s slave , those are the videos that made me  soak my sofa with pussy juice all day.

I began my career as a Mistress eight years ago today.  Except I wasn’t a Mistress at that time,  I was Mistress Jaa’s sex slave.

My very first session with her, she had me naked and on all four’s like a dog on the floor.

Above  me ,  laying down with his chest protruding over  the edge of the bed was her male slave for the session and she  had instructed him to drop candle wax on my back  until there was more wax  than skin showing.

Every time it hurt, she’d either spank him or twist his anal plug – violently.   He’d yelp.

Back then I was really kinky but incredibly naive.  I’d never seen a man being controlled like that , and his initial yelps of pain turned me on so much.

The first few drops of wax on my back were orgasmic.

Not  only would I let out a gentle “ahhh” as I got used to the stinging splash of  molten wax , I would then hear “you hurt her! I told you be careful, she’s new” and I’d hear the ‘whoop’ of her  whip followed by a smack that echoed about the room.

It was the fact that I couldn’t see it  happening  that aroused me so much.  But with his mouth directly over my back and behind my ear, I could hear the sincerity in his  yelps of pain.   Especially when she’d give the massive butt plug a good 360 degree spin.

Actually ,  you know what I remember.   Now that I think  about it, I  remember my nipples being so aroused that they were lactating.  And worse, with me having to hold a doggy position , they were uncomfortably stretched out every time my back would arch at a splash of wax.

So ,  I was watching the video of that session as it loaded and when it ended it auto played the  next video sitting in that folder.

It’s a folder I haven’t opened in nearly a decade , and with so many video files numerically named from the source camera, I had no idea what was on each one.

I had totally forgotten that she went  and recorded some extra footage that night after the guy had left.

At first she was filming my back telling me how hot it looked.

Then as she circled around me she caught a drop of  liquid shining below my nipple and I flinched as she forcefully lapped it up with her finger asking “what’s that?”

“Me too’ she added as  she collected wetness from between her legs and jammed it under my nose.

The camera got placed sideways on the ‘Ben 10’ decorated bed comforter and in the video you can  hear her say “come,  do your job.”

You can’t see anything in  the  video , nothing but the skin of her hip area and a fold of the comforter covering half the bottom part of the lens.

But … you can  hear me eating her pussy like it was the last meal left on earth.

And then you hear her cum moments after.  Yes,  I’m that good at eating pussy … or at least I was back then.

At the same time  she came in the video , I came here on the couch last evening.  That was my 10th and final orgasm of the day.

See, I had been turned on by video after video, and no shit  …  by mid  afternoon  I was  so desperate for cock that I would have  fucked  the Grab Food  delivery guy had by any fortune at all  , he’d have been a foreigner.

It’s not like I  fuck at all under normal circumstances.  I don’t.

But it’s the absence of dick which is driving  me to be so horny.  Does that make sense?

It doesn’t make sense to me at all, it’s this weird biological mating phenomenon that’s going on in my brain I think.

Yes it  doesn’t help that I exacerbated the problem by watching our bdsm videos all day , but I’ve been excessively horny since all the foreigners went back home.

Like, I’ll walk to the supermarket and  see what’s  left of the male species and somewhere inside my brain  this silent alarm is going off saying “incompatible, incompatible, incompatible.”

So last night , at the peak of my horniness , I pick  up the phone and call Wael to complain about the  dirth  of good men around.

She agrees , saying that there’s only 1 of her slaves left and he happens to be living on her street.

“Are you seeing him” I ask, and I  find out that she’s been using him for her custom videos , but not for sex.

Then , a faint lightbulb goes off in my head.   I excuse myself from the phone conversation and begin to pace  around  my condo.

“Nah, couldn’t still be here”  I mumble.

There are exactly two slaves loyal to me who choose to stay in this very condo everytime they’re in the city.   There’s a chick who runs an Air B’nB in a unit a few floors above me and I’ve recommended it to a few boys as it  makes hooking up for sessions incredibly easy.

I get it in  my mind that I just have to know.  Is that room a few floors directly above me housing the last remaining femdom slave in the city?

And if there is indeed a useable slave in that unit, just how many fun ways could I sexually assault him in one evening?

If … big if here  , but let’s just say the guy I’m  thinking of is  indeed  still  here … he’s not all that  good looking.  But … he  does have a long curved cock,  the kind  that could  hit my aching g-spot nicely.

Then the thought of cleanliness passes through  my mind.

It’s been 2  days since I’ve hopped in the shower.   I haven’t  changed my panties  in 3 days.  My pussy has a 5 alarm smell associated with it  , toxic by any measure.

My hair looks the part  of a girl who’s orgasmed 10 times in a single day unmoved from sofa upon which she has sat.

And I  haven’t worn makeup in 2 whole weeks.

That being said  … I still look fuckable.  At least that’s what I say to myself in  the mirror  before I  swipe the condo keys from the kitchen cabinet , slide into  my flip flops and strut out the door towards the stairwell.

Just before I knock on the door of the condo I go over in my  mind  how I might present myself?

Shall I  try the “oh  hiiiii”  innocent girl  approach?

Or perhaps the trailer trash “oh hey, my sink’s clogged upstairs, can you come fix it for me?” is a  good obvious invitation  to get laid with minimal words needed thereafter.

‘Aw fuck’ I thought, ‘he’s submissive,  these thoughts are unnecessary’  and I made up my mind to push him against the wall as soon as he opens the door and do what a good  mistress does … take control.

Knock.  Knock.

Nothing.  No answer.  No movement detected either.  Fuck.

I knock again.

And then suddenly, the door swings open  , and cue the ‘hallelujah sound effects‘ … there he is … the last slave in the city  … standing before me in jeans and a scruffy white t-shirt.

He calls out my name in surprise.   My real name, and he doesn’t add the prefix Mistress to it.

And I can’t help it.  It’s instinct.  8 years of being a mistress pops into my head and totally overrides the wetness between my legs.

“You’re still here?” I ask sharply.

“Ya … I can’t get any flights out so I ….”  no way I’m letting him finish, I cut him off abrubtly.

“Why the fuck have you not been delivering food to my door every morning then?”

“oh?” he is taken aback by my anger, “I…I…”

“I what?”

“I’m sorry Mistress.  I will.  I promise.”

“Kiss my foot.  Say you’re sorry.”   Shut up girl, think about your pussy , why the fuck are you  talking like this to him , you’ll not get laid if you keep this up.  I’m having a heated silent mental argument with myself as this guy gets down on his knees and grovels at my foot.

I could still fuck him right there and then.  He wouldn’t resist either.

But then I start getting thoughts about how fun it would  be to rub my noxious pussy in his nose and hear him gagging below me.

Just as soon as  I begin  to ponder on  that  thought,  another one flies into my brain …  one of him doing my laundry tomorrow , something I haven’t done since the beginning of March.

Suddenly, my pussy ain’t horny anymore.   Instead I’m watching him kiss my feet and my mind is filling with thousands of ways I can use this last slave on earth.

I have this rapid fantasy fly through my head that I no longer want Covid to wipe out  50% of the population, but rather 99.999% , leaving just him  and me  alive in the city.  And I can use him as I wish until the end of days.

He could have said no I suppose.  But he was a slave to his own appetites.

Mistress Wael#footworship , #bootworship , #bootlicker , #slave , #femdom , #bdsm , #goddess , #domina , #dominatrix pic.twitter.com/opxQekFMMX

— ThaiGoddessJaa (@FemDom_Bangkok) February 21, 2020

I laugh out loud , and lift him up off the hallway floor by raising  my toe under his chin,  much like Wael does with her groveling slaves.

I look him up and down and nod my head approvingly “so, you’re the last slave standing  huh?”

“Yes mistress, it appears so” he replies humbly.

“And we have weeks, maybe months to explore servitude … in solitude”  is that correct?

“Yes, we do.”

“Then report tomorrow” I say  , and spin around on my heels to retreat to my condo.

For some reason the tagline of the movie Alien drifts into my mind “In space nobody can hear  you scream.”

I reach my condo door and pause a moment to take in the utter silence of the entire building.

“Nor my condo” I whispered to myself as I shut the door and began counting the minutes ’til  morning.

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Deep Thoughts

I don’t have a meaningful story for you today.

My first attempt at making a store page looked like a dog’s breakfast – but only the kind that doesn’t look yummy.

So I need to bang something  out for  you quickly just to keep you a bit happy if not wholly unsatisfied, kind of like my furiously fast 60 second hand pumping orgasm sessions.

Here then are my deepest thoughts , intersperced with my own personal zen-like bits of wisdom for you to meditate on throughout  the day, beginning with:

Experience …  is a comb nature gives us when we are bald.

The store page is going to be a rip-off  of this design.  120 videos in total.  Broken up into fetish packages like Tease & Denial , Foot Worship , Sounding , and Sex with Gerbils.

A closed mind  is  like a closed book,  just a block  of wood.

I’ve been dead on in my growth projections for Covid’s USA spread.   Heh,  and  my grade 10 math teacher said I’d never amount to anything.   Had a panic attack this morning as a result of forward  projecting and so,  I went looking for an infectious disease professional’s opinion , one that came from a country that’s successfully flattened the curve.   His projections did nothing to relieve my anxiety.   So I’ve just taken 500 pills of Zanex and intend to wake up in 3 months fully coherent aN.,.d Ommn thE ovbbbther zzzide uF tHizzz crisi…….zzzzzz.

Better a diamond with a flaw, than a pebble without one.

My shit was green today.  I have  no idea why I  feel the  need to  report that to you, but I just did … so do as you wish with that info.

What  if there is no tomorrow?   There wasn’t one today.

To get my point across about exponential growth to people umm  ,  –  that are not as educated as you guys are,  (I  can’t outright say whom so read  ‘tween the lines please)  I’ve been giving them all the scenario of choosing between two jobs.  One offers $1,0o0 usd per day.   The other $.50 cents on the first day, and doubles every day for a month.   Does it  surprise you that every single person I’ve given that option to  chose the 1k/day option?   Also, none of them could keep doubling once we got past $10,000.  But, they all got the fucking message pretty quick by day 30 when I told them in my languge  “swap dollars for people now.”

Who do you think you are?  I am.

We live in a hashtag society.   Everybody just expects beyond a shadow of a doubt that  everything is going to be ok quite soon.  Their # thoughts are just buying time until some authority magically says everything is ok again.  What if everybody out there died,  and we had to take over the world?  Yes  “US” ,  the stupid people.

You could take a good look at a butcher’s ass by sticking your head up  there,  but wouldn’t  you rather take his word for it?

Talk to ya tomorrow.

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Post Orgasm Techniques | Mistress Wael

Post Orgasm Techniques.  To learn from myself I watched all my videos yesterday.   Took all day.

And I was mad at myself.

“Why in my videos I don’t focus on my post orgasm techniques and instead I just stop filming?”

Not  good.   I  have to fix that.

Because I focus so much on post-orgasm techniques in every session I do … not only the Tease & Denial sessions.

I have so many things I do.

So let  me explain to you first – why post-orgasm part of the session is SO important.  And after …  I will explain some of the techniques I use to help  you understand.

“Some” not “all” my techniques.  If I write for 1 week I don’t think I can write about every post orgasm  technique.  So I will talk  about only my favourite.

Post-Orgasm is Important

Why?

Becaused the man is most vulnerable … most sensititve … after I let him cum.  Also he  is  thankful for me  for let him cum.  Only 50% of the time I agree to let the man finish.

50% of the time I lock him back up in  chastity until the next session.   That is because very often now since 1  year ago many slaves come to see me 2 or 3 time in one week.

So from 50% the time I  let him cum … I 100% control how he will feel about his orgasm.

10% is ruined orgasm because I touch his cock too soft for feeling.

10% is ruined orgasm – no touch at all.

10% is ‘no time to enjoy’ the orgasm because I don’t stop until orgasm #2  …  #3 … #4 …  until his balls say stop.

You can see now  you have only 20% of the time in my session you will get the perfect orgasm.   I love to let the man try to think what he have  to do for me to give him what he want so much.

Do you have to beg often?  Maybe.

Do you have to not move for  2 hour?  Maybe.

Do you have to leak a lot for  me?  Maybe.

You  don’t know.  I like it like that.  I like you to have 0 idea how to  get a amazing orgasm from me.

So when you  cum … you  feel vulnerable.

You feel tired.

And you feel thank you to Mistress Wael for  let you cum … you want  to thank me so much.

I use your feelings to finish the session perfect … or not perfect.  How?  With many techniques.

Humiliation

Men lose power after I let him cum.

To the most submissive … I will let him eat  his cum from my finger …  and make him say “thank you Mistress Wael’ when I let him eat it.

I will  tell him to smile.

Tell him to rub his tummy.   And tell him to say “mmmm.”   And if you want to know who I learn that from …

Ball Massage

This does 2 things.

One … I can get the most cum to leak from  the orgasm.   Even 30 seconds after still I can get cum to leak out.

It helps because I think men love to be proud about how much cum he can make in just 1 orgasm.

So I am just help him  to feel more proud

Two it makes the ball hurt more after.   Serious blue balls.

And from how to touch the  balls ….  again  2 styles.

To help  him  feel good but no blue balls when he walks home after …  just cup and push his balls softly.

Maybe I will make small circles too.   But not too much.   Just  only thing I  want to do is let his balls feel warm from my hand.

When  I push …  i can push some more cum out.   More important for me is to make his balls feel warm.  Feels good for you I think.

Or.

I can pull and massage the skin under his balls.  Use my nails to scratch light.  Give him  more feel.    Then push the cum out.

And pull the skin again.

This … makes  men the  most  crazy.

One because he is scared.   I think not a  lot of  girl understand the balls.  They think it is easy to  hurt the man.

The skin under your  balls to me  is like the skin under a turkey neck.   It is for pulling scratching and  massaging.

Twisting too …  but some times I fuck up still  and twist too much.

Still learning.  If I twist a little bit it feel good I know that.  If I twist too much it hurt if  the 2  balls bang together.

I don’t care.  I say “ooops accident.”  Because I love to make mistakes and learn more.   Sorry that  I  have to  use your balls for my  mistakes

Dry Towel

I have 2 towels I can give to you after  you  cum.

If I  give  you the dry towel  …  I want to fuck with you.

I will slap your face maybe.  And clean your cum like you spill your coffee on my bed.

Mean … I rub hard.

And show you your mess to your  face.

Maybe I will clean your face with the  cum  on  the  towel.

“Look what  you did  … why did you cum?”

If I did  not want you to  cum yet … but  you did not warn me  … or you try to hide your feel and “cum by accident” … then you will get dry towel  for sure.

CBT mean style  also  for  sure.

And 99% if  you do that I guarantee you will cum 5 more  times no stopping until  you  can not walk.

The  dry towel  will clean only the head  of your cock after each orgasm.

Dry towel  is perfect for a sensitive cock.

I will  make sure I  rub a lot … many  times … the sensistive  side  of your cock to  clean all the cum.

Don’t make me do my dry towel technique.  Because my next technique is what you really want.

Post Orgasm #1 Technique:  Damp Towel

When you  come for the session  I make you  shower.

The towel you use I  don’t put close to the air  conditioner.

I keep it      a)  in the bathroom if it is 2 hour session      or       b) on  the balcony if it is 1 hour session.

1 hour is perfect because I  get  both …  wet and warm towel.

The  perfect way to take  care of  a big big orgasm is only with a damp towel.

Yes I use this technique the most in my 1 hour session  but

My favourite is with  my  Mistress as a Girlfriend  session because it  is how I make you  sleep.

I will massage and clean your tummy  dick and  balls  with the damp towel.

Make sure no cum left anywhere.

And same time massage your balls and inside your legs with my hand.

Then cover you in blanket so you feel warm … and sit  your head  in my lap.

I sit  behind you.

Same  like i did  when I worked as a massage girl … I give  you head and shoulders relaxing massage.

Until you fall  asleep and dream.

That is the perfect ending.

It is what  100% of my slaves who know me hope to get and try to be a perfect slave so I will  be  nice and  give them a  perfect orgasm and perfect post orgasm.

But only get it 10% of the time.

1 in 10 shot.

That is why people book me so often.  It is like booking an orgasm lottery haha.

Mistress  Wael

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> The Pebble in Your Shoe

For years I’ve been playing this mental game with a few hand picked submissive guys who’d been coming to worship me often.

I’d let them dry off from their shower in my living room , giving their mind a few more moments to race in circles with thoughts before I’d sexily walk out from my bedroom completely naked except for a pair of cute white cotton socks , the kind the come with a pom-pom on the heel.

Leaning back against the wall furthest from them I’d slide down ever so slowly until I was seated on the floor with my feet crossed over top of one another.

With one hand I’d reach forward and slowly remove my  socks while with the other I’d gesture for the man to lay down on the floor over by the sofa.

Again I’d let silence throw loud daggers at their minds.  I’d sit , and which ever particular person was seeing me that evening would lay across the room like that for minutes on end.  Until finally I’d say:

“Crawl to me.  Show me what you want.”

Slowly they’d make their way across the warm linoleum cream coloured floor towards me , hardly ever making eye contact.

At last they’d reach my shiny toenails, glistening from the tungsten glow of the foyer light , the only one I’d have on in the entire condo.

Sheepishly they’d look up at me as they began to ever so lightly kiss the tips of my toes and I’d look them in the eye much the same way a shoe would look down at an ant.

My looks of unamusment would hinder them not.  Eagerly each and every one would lap up my toes for the entirety of the session , and then thank me on their way out a few hours later.

They’d return for a second session and once again we’d play out the exact same scenario.

And a third.  Perhaps a fourth.

Then they’d stop coming.  Boredom perhaps.

Eventually though, each one would inevetably email me and ask if – upon the next session’s arrival  – we could do something else.

“It isn’t the mountains ahead to climb that wear you out , it’s the pebble in your shoe” is how I replied to all four guys when confronted with their uniform request.

Having chosen on purpose four submissive and yet clearly intelligent men they all responded with some sort of  verbage saying  “how do you mean?”

“The choice to do something else has always been there ,  it’s you who chose to ignore the mountains beyond to instead dwell upon my feet.”

“I could have worshiped your pussy instead?”

“Yes.  At  any time.”

All four of those men went through varying stages of madness before their next opportunity for a sesison with me arose.

It’s like finding out the cute girl who lived next door when  you were  a kid always wished you’d have come over and fucked her when she was alone.

Would I have truly let them worship my pussy?   Definitely.

Did I think that was something I’d have to contend with?  Hardly.

Now certainly there’s a lot of factors that weigh in on my favour come their moment of action; social acceptance, adequacy, societal norms to name a few.

However I felt safest with the fact that men, but submissive men in general – tend to let whatever their own personal ‘pebble in their shoe’ stop them from embracing their dreams – the proverbial mountain before them.

So I share this story with you now – knowing that of course I’ll have to abandon that game entirely now – because we’re experiencing unprescedented times at the moment , and I can literally feel the anxiety building at the other end of these emails I’m having with you as the days pass.

Pay attention to the smallest of details in your life, the things you absolutely can control right now, namely : your health and your mind.

For me, that means paying attention to my immune system by  eating healthy, exercising every day, and making sure I’m topped up on Vitamin C

I watch an hour of comedy every day.  I write every day.   I remember to smile every day.

Toss that pebble from your shoe guys …  and when sessions resume … please don’t do your best Komodo Dragon lizard impression by scooting across the floor and diving into my ‘puss  … us wolves do eat lizards after all.

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Foot Licking Bitch Apply Within

My foot licking bitch –  is that the job you’re applying for?

Fine.

Just know that my foot licking bitch must lick my  feet once each day for  a minimum of one hour.

God help you if your pathetic cock springs to life as you lick.

Henceforth, your caged  cock will keep you suffering all  the time.

Your locked dick shows  you  how inferior and  controlled you are and just how easy it is  to make a foot  licking bitch so hard.

Your worthless dick feels so squeezed, so frustrated, doesn’t it?

How about you get your nose right  up to the smelliest part  of my foot and begin apologizing  for letting your cock get hard.

It did so without  my permission, didn’t it?

Oh I  know you’re  going  to  apologize.   In fact, you are  going  to spend the  rest  of the day and night apologizing.

Now stick out your  tonge my submissive little foot licking bitch.

See all  that dirt and shit down there on the bottom of my foot?  You  may  begin apologizing now.

In the end, I want the soles of my feet  to sparkle just as brightly as my toe nails do.

Now here’s some white skin cream.

Yes  I know  it  tastes like shit.  It amuses me  that you find the taste so awful.

Be a good little foot licking bitch and spread that cream all around the  cracks of  my toes.

So , how are  you liking your job as my foot licking bitch?   Are you wanting it to be a full time job?

Good, my parents are quite traditional.

They’ll  be delighted when I tell them my new boyfriend is already in the habit of getting down on his knees to pray 10 times per day

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Emotions | Mistress Wael

I cannot believe this week.

And I think I will never forget about it –  ever.

I had every emotion.   Scared.  Cry.  Fear.  Angry.  –   and that was only on Monday.

Scare because i feel like I give up.  Covid is too much.  I cannot support  everybody.  And when I dream every night I dream about death.  I am a  happy girl I never dream about something like that.

I cry after my dad call me and yell at me again – because I snap and yell back to him.

Deep inside my heart I  understand him.  I understand why he feel mad.

He has one leg only.   Had accident when I was in Grade 7.  Construction accident on the road.

And after that he cannot work.  Now he try to sale the religion trinket for the necklace at the market sometimes.   But we live very far in the mountains so hard to travel often.  Somebody have to bring him and go get him.

He blame me.   I think it make him so angry I a girl and I support the family not him.    He violent to my mom – to my sister – and talk bad to everybody.  But in his heart he want to be good – do  you understand?

Fear –  I  will lose my family car.

6 year payment.  I finish 5 years and 5 months pay every month 5000 and never miss  one time.

And now?

I have to choose what do I cut?  Do I cut food for everybody?  Do I cut electric?  Do I cut where I live and go back to live in my small room before?  Or do I cut to pay for my car?

They my family live so far from anything.  If no car  – 100% fucked.  How to go get water?  How to go 40km to get food?  How to go try to work at the market and sell trinket?

So last week Monday I sit think about that all day until.

Until the forest fire come too near to my home.

Angry.

Angry from the law.   If a fire threaten like that – 1 person from 1 family have to go help fight the fire –  by law.  Or pay fine 300.

Who to go?  My dad with one leg?  Cannot.

My sister – well she unconscious from the pain from her down syndrome every day because no money for her 20 pill / day.   I tell her when I call her –  if  Covid fix one thing for  us –  it will fix her to stop addicted to so many pill every day.   She tell me many time last week she ready to die but  she will fight very hard.  She agree the one thing we will cut so we can buy food is her pills.   To see her in pain – I cannot tell you how much that kill my heart.

My 2 daughter only 14yo – too young to go.

So?  Yup.  My mom.  60yo  … she go to help cut a gap  in the forest to stop the fire from spread.

Two days later –  on Wednesday  – she come back and  cannot breathe because the smoke in her lung.

I can tell you for sure Wednesday was the lowest day in my life.

And then.  By accident I get an idea.

0 sessions.  I cannot do online sessions – my English is ok but I freeze on video call.   So lucky for me the man ask me to do custom video for him after I cancel online session.   Custom video about :  Foot worship.

I can do foot worship with amazing style.   I know that from my sessions.

I call ‘Jaa’.   She comes and we shoot the video.  It’s a hot video.   He loves it.   And suddenly I have money again.  But now money feels like gold.  Know what I mean?

It is not enough yet to save my car but it is enough for food for my family.   Sun dry pork can last a long time and eat with rice.  And water.

Because the well water is dry from hoarding – have to order the truck to bring big bottle water.  Now they have 15!   That buy me time 7-10 days.  And I buy for them 1 big sack of rice.

“A man looks in the abyss.  There is nothing staring back at him.   At that moment man finds his character.   And that is what keeps him out of the abyss.”

On Wednesday I looked into the abyss from very very close.

And on Thursday I found my character.

I thought.

In my folder on my G: Drive  –  for G-Spot  – I have 100 videos from 100 sessions.

Yes – they are videos from when I was learn how to be a Mistress.

But if I can have a store – maybe … I can turn 100 videos into food.  Into rent.  Into car payment.  Into Cannabis oil for my sister’s pain.   Maybe.

How the hell do I design a store?

What I can tell you is from Thursday to Sunday I did not sleep more than 2 hours every day.

Do you know why I studied to be a chef?

If I can see it and do it with my hands –  I can learn.   Quickly.

If  somebody talk and talk and talk to me to learn something  – I sleep.  My eyes close.

Some of you know that about me already.   Because after the Tease session you want to talk.  Always I say yes to stay sit and talk.  I like it.   But how  many times did you talk and I start to fall asleep?

Not because you boring to me.  Because I have to see and touch for my brain to be active.

I used everybody.   This guy for editing videos.   This guy for Photoshop help.  Site theme for content box design.   My WhiteBoard for design idea.  The Gravity Form pages like this one.   And borrow the store page idea from this site because simple design.

And no sleep.   A lot of coffee  …   Like – a lot.

Finally after 60 hours I find how to put the page to the menu and – Done!

But nobody can see it.  &%!@$ !!   Why?

Try again.  Reload maybe.  Save again maybe.  Turn the computer upside down maybe.   Try everything.

And it work.  A store.  Design by me.  Wow.

I can add one more emotion please?  Proud.

So I go to make – yes  – coffee.  Again.

I sit on the bed to enjoy my coffee and relax.

Ding!

Somebody order a video?   Oh – my – shit.  Yes  – ‘oh my shit’ you know why I say like that?   Because you guys never fix my English when I say something wrong or bad.   In my House of Leaves foot worship video you can hear me say  ‘oh my shit’  – becasue i say that for 6 years – nobody ever  tell  me  it is  “oh – my – god.”

And then yesterday.   Somebody send me this video in email :

Oh my shit –  why did you not tell me it is Oh my God.

Don’t get my started okay.   You let me say  “comfofafull” too.   Many year.  Only this year somebody correct me to say ‘comfortable.’

Anyway.  Ding!  – I  can  say ‘ding’ properly.

I sale a video.

Is it a emotion if I say  –  I feel strong?   Strong is emotion yes?  I felt like that – very very strong.

I bought online for my sister (photo to your left) medical CBD to take away the pain from her down syndrome.   She will get it maybe tomorrow and if it help her to feel okay again – oh my shit I will  be so happy.

Maybe I will not lose my car now?

Maybe my daughters will be okay?

and maybe I can hide here in my room three more month.

Because I have 1 more emotion now.

Hope.

Mistress Wael

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> My Pussy Slave

I was trying to  read, but the damn thing kept looking  at me out of  the corner of it’s eye.  I  can tell when I’m being eyeballed  –  call  it  a  Mistress’s sixth sense.

No  matter  how much of  my  body – dressed head  to toe in stockings and Domina attire – I partook  to  cover  up ,  still I  was being incessently eyeballed.

“Alright” I  said,  slamming my “Pandemics for Dummies” book on the sofa and watched  it  bounce twice  like a  rock  skipping  across a  lake  before  landing upside  down  and open faced  on  the linoleum  floor.

I struted toward it , pushing my cleavage –  which was aching to  burst from within the tight latex top it  was hidden beneath –  out towards my prey so  that  my tits looked  like two black  shiny  cannons  ready to lay any gawkers  to  waste.

“You want something to stare  at you fucking  pussy?”  I scoffed  while grabbing the stuffed cat from my bookshelf.   “Fine, I’ll give you something to see and smell  at the same time” I said  as I pushed the head of the willfully submissive stuffed cat under my  perfectly curvatious  ass.

Then without notice I  let  rip a fabric bursting fart right into the feline’s nostrils and was stunned at the complacency it exhibited thereafter.

Indeed  this  stuffed submissive cat had experience in the ways of Femdom and servitude.

“Fine” I huffed.  “You’re  used to the dank smell of a Mistress’s farts are you?

“Then behold the rank odor of my pussy” I laughed as I jammed  the cat’s head into the crevice of my pussy  –  covered  only  by  the thin  strip of G-String of my panties.

Again the cat was stoic.  “This is one hard core slave”  I thought  out  loud.

“Smell it you pussy”  I yelled as I damn near  suffocated  the furry thing by jamming its  whole nose  and  cute pink lips as far up my  clit as any man or stuffed  animal has  ever  been.

Yet, still nothing.  Not a word of complaint from my submissive  feline.

“If my ass  and pussy cannot break you” I said , as I trampled it  under the weight  of  my gorgeous leg …

“Then perhaps my foot will.”

And I squished its face into the floor, letting the feel of my fishnet stockings caress  the top of  its head.

I reached  down  to insert a  finger  ito it’s ass , but no hole was  to be found.

“Ah, you think asexuality can protect you from total submission do you?” I asked quizzically.

But no reply escaped my stuffed cat’s lips.

“So be it … slave” I  taunted.

I  taped the furry slave upside down on the sofa  and  proceeded to sit on its face  for the rest of  the  night as I  watched John Wick on Netflix for the ninteenth time in three days.

I’d found the perfect slave.

Nary a whimper  nor a meow’s worth of complaint ever escaped its lips.

I exhaled a sighing breathe of  discontent and longed for the return of my slaves from around the world so that I may begin my search anew – for a slave as  perfect as my stuffed cat.

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Trading Spaces

Nothing overly hot in this story, it’s just an update on what’s happening in the lives of  your Mistress’s and some corresponding thoughts as we near the end of April.

At the end of March when this all began in earnest my lease was ending but I was able to negotiate a month’s extension , which is ending Thursday.

So rather than write every day as I had intended to , I went on a house & condo search , trying to find the ‘next best place to live’ and had to make some tough decisions on the future of this business’s location as I did so.

As I see it, I had three options available to me.

a) Stick with my previous desire which was to move to a house and design the interior of it so that it resembled a play house of femdom furniture and devices.  One of which I coveted the most was to find a place that allowed me to suspend men from the ceiling and have them hang at the level of my thighs all nice and hog tied for me me , Arita, and Wael  to use ‘n abuse.

And why not make the leap?   My Twitter was booming having recently surpassed 5k followers and is quickly on the way to 6k.  Session requests had more then doubled the possible number of sessions the three of us could handle , and this condo – with its heavy-as-fuck marble furniture ate up all the empty space I used to have in my last condo.

I found this great house just a few steps away from Chit Lom and then on the same day I was infomed that a more spacious condo a few floors down below my current condo in the same building had become available.

b) I bought myself a few days time to think things over and see how this Covid thing would develop and then was slapped with the news that this country will remain shut down through the entiretly of May.  Which , since I closely follow Dr.Faucci’s model made perfect sense as the tail end of his curve doesn’t subside to comfortably low levels of spread until June anyways –  with July being the safer  of the two months to consider some sort of  “normalcy.”

Option B therefore could have me look for a tiny cheap place to wait out the storm for a couple more months , then pack all my shit up again and move to possibly a third temporary place before having a room in this building open up again.  So I’d be a travelling road show per se which didn’t strike me as being particualrly ideal.

c) Uncertainty.  In times of uncertainty , I’ve been wondering what the “new normal” is going to be like come the later part of the summer and early fall?  How long will it take before “you guys” all have your lives return to normal and would consider travelling again?  Not to mention, given the financial punch to the gut most are feeling right now – just how long will it be before ‘travelling’ even gets put on the front burner in your considerations of how to proceed with your life?

So given all that uncertainty – the only certain thing I know is that this condo’s location is damn near perfect.  I gotta admit, that in weighing the pros and cons of moving – the best thing I got going for me is that you all know my place is at most 5 minutes away from whatever hotel you choose to stay at.  (save for some of you whackos who chooose to stay way out by the muddy river )

Fuck it then, I’m gonna bite the bullet on my dreams to move into a nice spacious house and delay that idea for another year.

The new condo is just a few floors below this one and of the 3 I’ve stayed at in this building – it’s the nicest.

Won’t be suspending any of you dudes from the condo ceiling though – can’t have a Breaking Bad ceiling cave-in situation with you on the bottom of the rubble now can I?

Speaking of Breaking Bad – Mistress Wael is binge watching it finally – after years of coaxing her to do so.

Fuck has it ever been a tough month for her sister.  I have a new found respect for people suffering through withdrawl symptoms now having watched her sister convulse her way to the hospital not once but twice in April.

CBD oil for her was my idea – and while it did solve the problem of allowing her sister to sleep – it it no way shape or form was enough to stop the bodily convulsions in the daytime.

Those 90 pills a day were costing Wael over 10,000 a month – to which I say – what fucking person can call himself a doctor and look himself in the mirror every day – when prescribing 100 pills a day – but I digress.

Now that she’s off of the medication , ya sure it was the school of hard knocks  – but we learned that she definitely needs medication to control the shaking – as I saw from the video she showed me , her ‘sis can’t properly move her arm to get food from the dish to her mouth without it dropping all ove the place.

So anyways, we’re watching Breaking Bad at her place the other day and when she sees Walter’s son with Cerebral Palsy –  she notes that he acts very much like her sister – especially in the way he talks.

But all the medications are for Down Syndrome!  So now I’ve promised her that when this Covid ends and cash flow has returned to our lives , we’re going to get a private hospital doctor to properly analyze , diagnose, and prescribe for her ‘sis.

Also, a very heartfelf thanks from both of us to those of you who have supported Mistress Wael by either buying the videos she worked hard to amass for you , or by just making numerous small donations to help her get by.

What is the new normal going forward?

Femdom – or at least my version of  it – is  very much based on sexiness and proximity.

Are we to wear masks in our sessions – is that the new proticol?  Fuck, I hope not.  Showers have always been mandatory , and its been fun shopping for extra towels that only dudes would like , finding out what shampoos men prefer by trial and error, (ie: NOT Head & Shoulders) and realizing early on that though guys love bar soap – they don’t use it if other guys have been cleaning their balls with it 2 hours before.   Try then – going as a girl to buy the “manliest” bottle soap –  and see the look the cashier gives me when ringing it up.

So what now, I have to buy ‘manly’ hand sanitziers for post shower rituals?

How about ‘man-masks’?  Do you prefer I buy The Lone Ranger mask or would a Hannibal Lector type mask suffice?

Ok in all seriousness, I reckon there is going to be two camps of Mistress’s moving forward.  Those – and I’m not gonna mention names – but you can see on Twitter who are the ones doing sessions just as they were before : aka: the old normal.

The other camp will be the ‘new-normal’ style Mistresses – face masks, face shields, rubber gloves , masks , hand sanitzier  – the whole nine yards.

I don’t know yet  exactly how I’ll be changing things but I have a few things that I’ll just continue doing as I’ve always done in the past.

Towels have always been one use only , and I have 12 sets of towels so that I don’t have to do laundry every day but rather once a week.   But maybe I think I will do laundry every day now.

Showers.  Soap.  Sanitizer , sure – I’ve always handled that with care.

But fuck, I need to be sexy.

My last session for instance, I had the guy tied to the kitchen chair – which was placed in the middle of the living room.  He was naked – hard as a rock sitting there – as I straddled him and rubbed his pulsing dick against my upper groin and let him describe in his own words – into my ear – how smooth my waxed pubic area felt to him.  Every time he’d try and describe how it felt I’d rub the sensitive part of his dick across my groin and give his dick one single tug – and a prolonged squeeze after.

“Whisper in my ear as you cum” I told him.

And I truly enjoy listening to all the things guys whisper when finally being allowed to cum.

Some thank me.  Some repeatedly say “oh god.”  And then there are those who just simply whimper uncontrollably.

No matter.  The point is – I have to get super close to you in order for such a Tease & Denial session to have its full effect on your mind.

Somehow I don’t think it’d be the same if I have on  rubber gloves , and we’re both wearing masks and face shields.  Agree?

So we’ll see ,  that’s a bridge we’ll cross together I suppose once we get to it.

That’s it guys.  I’m moving all my shit today and tomorrow.  And ya screw it, I’m dressing skimpy as fuck to do so.  This is what I wear every day for 6 weeks in a row and I’m not dressing up just to move boxes from one floor to another.  If it was safe to do so , no doubt I’d have a few of you submissive pets move it all for me while I supervised you doing so with a crop in hand.  But as it is , perhaps this outfit will get a few guys I will undoubtedly come across in the elevator to do my bidding for me.

My intention is to possibly start sessions again in June.   Maybe.  Perhaps.

Til then … kisses , hugs ,  and tugs for you all … stay safe.  We’re on the home stretch we hope right?  Not long now.

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> The Terminator | June 1st Sessions?

The Terminator vs The World

” The Terminator vs The World ” in Theaters June 1st.

Sort of, you’ll see what I mean in a bit.

See, today is May 1st , and since I believe my country will begin to open things back up on June 1st , I’m focusing on how I might consider resuming sessions since that reality is only about 30 days away.

I gotta admit , if Covid was a poker game, and June 1st was the day countries went ‘all in’ and had to show their hands … I’d have thought the chances of my country laying down a royal flush to be slim and none  – had you asked me back in March.

But here we are at the poker table ,  with Taiwan, China, Hong Kong and my country all holding Royal Flushes, 4 Aces , Straight Flushes and Full Houses.

While USA is bluffing ,  holding only a Joker card.

That’s why I kinda like Covid in that it’s like The Terminator….

Kyle Reese: “Listen, and understand. The terminator is out there. It can’t be bargained with. It can’t be reasoned with. It doesn’t feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop, ever, until you are dead.”

You have to respect something like that, dontcha?

From what I’ve been hearing,  some of the world is trying to put a date to the moment they think The Terminator won’t kill them , and the first  of those dates is May 15th.

So with the help of some factual figures and a percentage increase calculator I did a little math this morning,  For a (very) brief second I considered brushing off my calculus skills to calculate the upward slope of this weeks USA Active Cases curve  – but then I quickly remembered why I had to seduce a classmate and then steal the final exam to get the 81% final grade I got in that course.

Thus, I did some projections instead.

First I calculated the daily % increases of cases day over day – as USA is the only country in the world this week to record 4 and quite probably 5 consecutive upticks in active Covid cases.  That average % increase is  just under 10% , so I knocked it down to only a 9% increase for my model.

It’s a fallacy to  do so in my opinion  as each day  more and more beaches, restaurants, protests are opening up over there  –  so the % increase should probably be rounded up and not down, but I wanted the numbers I’d be calculating to err on the low end.

On April 24th USA had it’s highest # of daily new cases 38,958.   Yankee stadium holds  54,000 by comparison, so imagine a full capacity baseball game (if using the propoer 10% number) ,  but instead of fans, substitute dudes with Covid in their lungs.

On May 3rd or 4th – if we go by the same 9% growth of daily new cases USA has shown this week – they’ll top that highest number by quite a lot come Monday, surpassing 40,000 new cases in a day.

By May 15th  that number would reach 112,000 per day!

To which I asked on Twitter, does USA have any idea  whatsoever what a curve looks like?  Apparently not.

Well Faucci does, but he’s been muzzled.

This is exactly what I thought might  happen  – the economic pressure to open up will far surpass the medical pressure to keep things safe.

Which is fine in a country like mine where everybody has been wearing masks since February – anybody who’s visited here this year can attest to that.  We’ve had a 10-5 curfew for a month now, and are entering a mandated 2nd month of it – which I’m all for as preservation of life should always come first.

This is for a story I’m posting today on how I feel it’ll be quite safe to re-commence sessions – come June 1st – with those who have been domestically co-confined with me.#doAmericansKnowWhatACurveLooksLike pic.twitter.com/cCfdJc7aQj

— ThaiGoddessJaa (@FemDom_Bangkok) May 1, 2020

I have internal conflict , possibly a bias , towards the average of 7 people per day here who have tested positive and less than 1 death per day.  On the one hand I can see a scenario where in a month’s time – just like Taiwan , China and Hong Kong  – the daily number will be next to 0.

On the other hand, I have an leery eye that looks over my private Twitter list and sees how many doctors point to ‘tests per capita’ and what that ratio should be to have a firm understanding of a nation’s true spread rate.

One of the greatest things about Twitter is the private list feature.   It takes time ,  but slowly one can pick out the few individuals that represent the truth when they speak, and putting them all (currently 110) into a list that only you can see – becomes a “personally selected news source of truth.”

It’s a great way to keep your ear close to the ground and see where the world truly stands at any given moment.

So where does my opinion stand , thanks to my news sources ,  regarding recommencing sessions?

Right now,  as a projection for June 1st –  I’m seriously considering seeing anyone who’s been stuck here with me since March,  so long as that person hasn’t flown back to a red zone country and returned.

So lets say you’re stuck in  Phuket and when the airports re-open  in June and you want to fly up to see me or Wael for a session – that’s a yes  in my books.

But if that same person wanted or had to quickly fly home to New York before flying back here the next  week ,  that’d be a hard no.

With the talk of the world re-opening in phases – that i guess is my own ‘phase 1’ rule.

My second rule would have to do with defining what to me is a Red Zone country and what is a Green Zone country.

If said country’s contamination curve is near 0 , like Taiwan, Hong Kong, China currently are at – then that’d be a yes as well to sessions – as those countries would represent a Green Zone to me.  So long as that person hasn’t travelled to a red zone country in the meantime.  Australia , Germany , New Zealand are on my radar of  countries agressively progressing in the right direction , they’re in my yellow zone right now and I may possibly be greenlighting them come June,  we’ll  see.

A Red Zone country means either that country has a curve but that curve is still hovering at unreasonably high levels of contamination.

I think USA needs its own color.  How about yellow and black like a radioactive contamination sign?

If my chart above is anywhere close to accurate, that’d be a hard hard … like having sex with a nun type of no to seeing someone from the land of the lysol injecting brave.

Speaking of which , ever seen that SouthPark episode where Cartman finds out that people with Tourettes Syndrome can get away with whatever they uncontrollably say and then uses it to his advantage.

But as the show goes on , he starts actually blabbing out things he can’t control saying  ….

As I  see it, that’s Trump.

But hey, perhaps that’s what you get when you have a political system that allows a reality game show host to be president eh?

As George Carlin used  to  say “When you’re born you get a ticket to the freak show. When you’re born in America, you get a front row seat.”

USA  vs The Terminator demands not only a front row seat , but it should be a never ending series that one can watch perpetually – kinda like The Walking Dead.

USA vs The Terminator as it turns out might actually be a prequel for USA vs The Walking Dead – if CWD ever finds its way from deers to humans.

I just love that there’s a disease out there in USA right now that not only eats through a deer’s brains , but also causes them to foam at the mouth like rabbies and turns them into savage biting predators trying to run at and bite anything they can see.

I say trying because if a particular deer has had the motor function part its brain eaten away it can’t walk normally.  So imagine a world where human zombies are all trying to bite us , and its 100% fatal if they do, but some zombies will be able to run like the ones in 28 Days Later, but some will just spin in circles while others will have a leg drag or something dehabilitating like that.

Umm,  I’m gonna go out on a limb and say a big NO to sessions with American CWD Zombies if it comes that , just so ya know my stance on that.

I’m in my new condo now, did  it all by myself the last 2 days  , took 30 or so  trips up and down the elevator ,  haven’t unpacked yet though.

I  want to write something sexy.   Throw me  a bone  here guys,  I haven’t talked  to another human being in almost 2 months now , let alone do a session.

To be honest,  I feel  like a superhero that’s lost their powers.   I’m no longer Superman  , I’m Clark Kent  ,  only I have boobs,  he doesn’t.

Except I’m fine with that.  I  love  all this time to be  just me and not have to put on my SuperGirl cape and interrogate a dick until it explodes.  I haven’t been ‘just me’ since 7 long years ago.

I’ve been thinking just how  exceptional this all is.  I mean, here I am writing a legitimate story about ‘red light zones’ and its not  about Amsterdam.  I’m actually writing a blog story about the safety of doing sessions without absorbing the risk of dying.  Holy shit right?

60 days ago I was preoccupied with all the new femdom toys and furniture I’d be buying ‘n making  for the new house I was  intending on moving to.

Today I’m  happy I’ve moved into a decent new condo where perhaps I’ll have to intermittently shelter in place in over the next 12 months.

I’ve gone from tyring to learn just how big is a billion in March when I was thinking the # of infections compared with China’s total population was infinitesimally small  – to feeling astonished that The World is considering saying ‘fuck you’ to  The Terminator already.

This isn’t a zero sum game.  Either The Covid Terminator is going to  win,  or the collective free thinking world population is right and they’ll win.

Hmm,  and what line is The Terminator most famous for?   Oh  ya,  that’s right  :

“I’ll be back.”

My money is on The Terminator.  Luckily though, I live in a country full of mask wearin’ Michael Biehn’s and as such,  with  any luck in regards to my femdom sessions  ,   I’ll be saying that other famous movie line …

June 1st, Game On!!!

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Leg Lockdown for T&D | Mistress Wael

Leg Lockdown.

I wanted to talk about my #1 trick for human toilet training today.   But the only slave who will do the photo and video of my technique is in Phuket so I have to wait.

Ok so.   Let me to talk to you about a Jiu Jitsu move I use in my Tease & Denial sessions.

First let me show you what it is.    And then why I use it.   And finally how I use it.

Leg Lockdown for Tease & Denial

My favourite classes in Jiu Jitsu – the classes they teach a move and I think “yes I  can use that in my sessions!”

Leg Triangles I use for our play wrestling.

Feet on Hips and  Hip Escape I use to stop you from winning the “Lick My Pussy” game.

But the easiest move  I think is the Leg Lockdown.

I use it mostly for Netflix Tease & Denial sessions.  But can do for normal Tease & Denial sessions –  if  the guy likes to move too much.

So what is it?

It is this …

Actually my bottom leg is lazy in the photo.

And this is opposite leg lockdown …  mean I flip my leg how I lock  you when I roll my body to lay on your chest.

Often  I do Tease & Denial with  my head on  the pillow and I am  on my back.   Then  I do normal leg lockdown.   Normal leg lockdown looks like this …

But we are side by side in the session.

Same.  I lock your leg the same way.

And if I roll to face you …  I flip my legs opposite so you don’t hurt  your knee when I move.

I never one time used leg lockdown when I fight Jiu Jitsu in class.

But I use it almost every session of Tease & Denial with you.

Why?

Why Use Leg Entanglement

Easy.

It feels really sexy for you.

To feel all my 2 legs wrap your  one leg and have me tease your cock – it  is a lot of  feeling for your brain … nice  feeling.

My warm legs.   Smooth legs holding your legs.  And my body is really close to you with Netflix Tease &  Denial.

Remember …  Netflix Tease & Denial is  just watching  a movie for 2 hours and really slow massage of your cock.  Sometimes he is hard.   Sometimes I keep him soft.   More important is you feel like you watch a movie with your girlfriend.

Ok  reason #2.

You cannot get out of Leg Lockdown.   No way.   So I can control your leg when you get super hard and close to cum.

Every man … yes every man  …  wants to bend his legs when he knows he will cum soon.

Leg Lockdown guarantee you cannot bend one leg.  The other leg ?  … up  to me.   See the rope  in the photo above?  It  is for  that …  to tie the other leg.

But  maybe I let it be free.  Or I tie it to the bed.    Up to my mood.

If I tie  it and do Leg Lockdown …  you are fucked.   I  control  your orgasm 100% and  your legs cannot help you  or help the feel.

How to Use Leg Lockdown

1. Let you know who is boss.  It feels good.   Until  you open  your eyes.   And see you cannot  move.  Cannot get your leg out.  Men who try too much to  get the leg free … I spank their balls.  Just one time  because it works fast  lol.

2. Pull when you cum.  If I pull my leg away from your hip … it hurts a lot with Leg Lockdown.  But if  I do it  when you come ..  it feels good.   Helps you cum even  more.  Because it is  like streching when you cum.

3.  Spread your legs.  Men don’t like me to spread the legs too far in Tease & Denial.   It leave the balls very open.  Men get nervous when I spread the legs and focus on the balls and not the dick.  A nervous man  … is a man I control better.  Lockdown guarantees I  can spread  your legs very far without you closing  your legs again.

That is all.   Simple technique.  Makes men crazy.

Mistress Wael

• 9pm-10pm I run outside before curfew starts.   So I do SMS conversation with everybody about 10:30 to 11pm and I sleep little bit  after 11pm.  If you want to say hello to me on sms … say hi around 10:30pm my time.   I always on to say hello to you.
• I lost 10,000 baht until November yesterday because P_yP_L closed my account.  That was rent money for May 22 when the bill comes for have to pay condo.  So …
• Sessions probably will start June 1st.  So start today I will answer session request serious like before.  Put the session date after June 1st ok.
• You can still buy the videos on the store page.  Have new account already.  I will be more careful what I put in the “Note” part of  the invoice.  Something like “hello” … basic like that.

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> My First Session in 8 Weeks!

So I did my first session today since we halted things 8 weeks ago.  I’m gonna shoot from the hip here and type  off the top of my head about how it went and the subtle  changes I (we) have had  to make – and the reasoning behind said decisions.

The session itself was fine, great even.  It was like seeing a long lost friend one hadn’t seen in years and years, wherein reality it was only our second ever meeting.

And oh ya, that ‘long lost friend’ – he of 53 years old – had a raging boner like when he was 23 years old.

Oh and not only that, but if you remember back to perhaps your first or second intimate naked meeting with a girl , say when you were a teenager … remember how sensitive your dick was to a girl’s touch?   Like, she’d touch it and your cock would slam its head into your belly button and bob at attention.

Well his dick was like that today , which made tease & denial more like denial & teaseabit.

Now,  he’s a single guy,  so I’d imagine for you dudes locked up with your wives and girlfriends your dick sensitivity will be staus quo , but for single guys who’ve been swiping girls photos on their instagram for 2 months with 0 female contact … I’m  letting you know right now , your dick is gonna be hyper sensitive to touch for a while.

The other thing I noticed right off the bat was just how over stimulated he got from seduction and I attribute that to something i’m going to call ‘mental distancing’  wherein we’ve become so accustomed to the word distance lately that we’re starting to become like polor opposite magnets in how we interact as a society.

Case in point, I was in the lift just yesterday going down to the lobby to wait for the food I had ordered.  The doors opened on the 7th and 4th  floors on  the  way down … and on both occasions the people waiting opted to not join me and wait for another – hopefully empty lift – to arrive.

Then as I’m waiting on the edge of the sofa  for the food guy to arrive … it was painfully visible the wide circle people were taking to maintain maximum distance from me as they crossed to and fro in the lobby foyer.

Like, what – the – actual – fuck.

So my theory is that men are going to be ultra sensitive to a woman’s touch going forward, I’ll need a larger sample size before I can make any preliminary conclusion – but its something  I think you fellas should be mindful about.  Don’t let this world we’re now living in affect your mental distancing … being intimate is a great part of  what makes our  relationships and our encounters so great.

Anyways, its been those waits for food in the lobby that gave me a good idea of how to go forward with sessions.  Look,  I’m trying really fucking hard right here not to talk about my feelings about all this as – like always – they go against popular mainstream thought – but the hundreds of  you who’ve been in constant email contact with me the last while know where I stand.   For instance, the ISpy phone app they want us to use for shopping – lmfao.   Today was the first day malls opened here and my jaw hit the floor when I saw the mobs around the new Orwellian app – all clamoring to throw their privacy into the trash as we take one step closer towards a 1984 society.  It reminded me of “so this is how liberty dies” line from Star Wars …

But, I digress.

My job is to keep you and me safe from things far more fearsome than covid, so let’s focus on that shall we.

I’ve made quite a life for myself out of revere-enginering authoritative red-tape.  It’s quite easy to get a visa to Europe when you first find out all the ways they can deny you  … and then simply remove their ability to do so for each and every issue.

That’s what we’re gonna do here , you and I … reverse engineer the measures they’ve implemented.

So in my condo lobby there’s two guards working, Bimbo and Bozo.

We don’t even have to concern ourselves with Bimbo the militaristic like day guard who’s finally allowed to live out his dream as running condo security like Forest Gump’s army bus driver.   My sessions are in the evening where Bozo the Clueless runs the new visitor check in rules.

They want you to wear a mask.

So the way I see it, you and I can go about this two ways.

One,  we can meet out in the back alley by the trash compactor and fight it out like we’re reinacting the 6 minute long fight scene from They Live wherein I force you to wear a mask upon arriving …

… or you can just wear a mask to appease the aliens , and we don’t have to fight.  (i’d kick your ass anyways!)

Ok, next issue.  You’re hot!

No, not “hot” as in ‘you’re dead sexy , look at your sexy body” …

I mean hot as in … temperature hot.

They’re gonna check your temperature before you can come up for some fun.

So to make sure one of you dudes don’t show up en fuego and have a team of covidcops suddenly drop down from the ceiling and surround us in the lobby , I’ve got a way to deal with this intrusion as well.

I bought this super uncomfortable but very reliable rectal thermometer , and I’m gonna need you to drop your pants back behind the dumpster so I can hard wedge the device up your anus.

Joking.

I did buy one of those fancy dancy high tech thermometers though.

We’re not gonna meet in the lobby like we’ve been doing.  Instead , we’re either gonna meet in front of  the condo , or just across the street in front of 7Eleven … where , yes, I’m going to preemptively do a Star Trek scan on your forehead with this thermometer thingy.

So help-a-girl out here will ya … don’t be an asshat and hike it from the top  of the street some 6 minutes away to my condo as some of you have been prone to do over the years.

That’s gonna make you hotter than boiled broccoli , and I need you cool as a cucumber …  so grab some of  that cool breeze you get on the motorcycle taxi down to my place m’k?

Once my thermodoohicky reads you as safe , we’re gonna waltz across the street where Bozo the Clueless is gonna give you the exact same forehead scan.

This way, I 100% guarantee that I don’t attract unwanted attention.  Which brings me back to a great albeit brief  conversation I had with a cop one evening over dinner many years ago.

I had asked him “so how does one go a whole lifetime without ever once having to interact with any policeman” (read ‘tween the lines, I wasn’t all that into him)

But his reply has stuck  with me forever, “easy, don’t draw attention to yourself.”

That’s what these new protocals are about, avoiding all possible attention.

Once we’re past the Pentagon’s … errr …. I mean … the condo’s lobby … you can take the mask off for the duration of the session.

You’ll be asked to shower , but I’ve been  doing that since the getgo a decade back.

I bought new towels though.  3 more sets.  So you’re absolutely guaranteed to be using a fresh , newly washed towel every time.

Same with the bed sheets.  Bought 3 more sets of those as well.  Bringing the grand total to 7 which is a bit of an overkill , but saves me from having to do laundry every single day.

That’s it.  That’s all.  Dem’s the new rules per se.

Ah, one more thing.  And this one is on you, not me.

Well, it kind of is on me too, as I’ll be quite selective on who I’m seeing until this fucking contact tracing dissipates.

Let’s be clear on the ramifications of this new super-spy world we now live in ok.

You come to see me, then you snuggle up for the night with Fee, then on Tuesday you fuck Fyy , and have dinner with Foh before re-shagging a girl you met playing pool named Fum.

Fee, Fi , Foh , Fum … you just got traced buddy.   Guess who gets a knock on her door at 4am come Wednesday morning?  That’s right, me.

Cuz I guarantee you, one of those chicks went and scanned her phone when she went to buy her lipstick the other day , and now she’s being tracked.

Every Breath You Take isn’t just a song by Sting any longer …

You drinkin’ my sake kemo sabe?

You sippin’ my soupee guataloupee?

Point taken Kevin Bacon?

Sessions are indeed open  , but playboy’s need not apply … is what I’m sayin.

Anyways, I’m not expecting a Klondike gold rush of slaves to my front door , not yet at least.  The airport won’t be opening ’til July 1st so unless you’re planning on rowing your way here for your session, these rules are initially for those who are stuck here like me.

Finally,  can’t believe I’m suggesting this but , you might want to consider spanking the monkey the day before you see me.

Like I said,  jr. down there between your legs isn’t used to intimacy , and my sessions have been and always will be about as intimate as you can get.

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> “They Can’t Make Things Like That Yet”

Sorry for not posting  for a while,  given where I live though, I must be careful about what I say as free speech is something of a misnomer here in times of duress.

No doubt, as like you, I’ve had a few  hundred  thoughts pass through my mind , all of which  are worthy of prose.   However if I did use  this platform to write  about just my thoughts in the  absense of bdsm sessions it  wouldn’t have the FemDom / Mistress’s thoughts balance that Jaa and I  have maintained  over the past decade.

But I’m getting an uptick in  the  number of “what’s it like over there, things changing?” kinds of  emails , so let me just brief you about that on two  fronts:  the actual changes  and the mental/spiritual changes.

My street , soi 11, normally one  of  the busiest in the city is dead come 9pm every evening.  Still.

We did a session , our 3rd  since March , back on Monday and it ended at 10pm.  We thought that was ample time for Wael and our submissive pet to get back  to  the BTS and be home in time for the 11pm-3am curfew that’s still in effect.

Wrong!

I wanted to put a photo of what my street normally looks like, but on the off chance that’s illegal somehow, I’m posting a photo of Broccoli instead.

As most of you know, my condo is a 2 minute jaunt down the street on a motorcycle taxi, or a nice casual 12 minute stroll past the ample excitement of bars overflowing, street vendors selling their foods as well as  the countless restaurants brimming with customers and traffic at a near standstill save the countless motorcycle taxis darting in and out making their way freely up and down the soi.

Mistress Wael ran it – in high heels –  in 6 minutes flat.

Because the last bts train is at or about 10:30pm and they both left my condo around 10:12’ish after showering and whatnot which  should have given them well  enough  time to  make  it, … but there wasn’t a person, taxi, car, or  motorcycle in sight.

Now this weekend begins the next phase of re-opening.    Bars and clubs will still be closed but getting  a bite to eat might be possible so let’s see if it stops looking like a scene from The Walking Dead around here.

Looks like International travel will be restricted to those countries with 0 to no infections , so yay if you’re from any country run by a dictator or a woman , bad if you’re from a country being led by a salesman.

Most of you guys are in N.A or Europe , and well,  I don’t have much  hope for you being  allowed to fly here until sometime after October , and even at that , please tell me you’d say no to those terms and conditions.

Terms & Conditions ,  isn’t that what this year has digressed to?    I proudly spend my time dodging all those Terms & Conditions layed down upon us ,  cuz I’m one of those tin foil hat wearing kind of girls …  you  know, the kind that thinks power, control and loss of liberty never gets rolled back once infringed upon.

I went to MBK this week , signed in as Princess Leia after saying ‘oops I left my spyphone at home’ and got reprimanded by a 60 year old bucktoothed security guy making $4/day to ‘make sure I bring my spyphone next time or else!’

Or else what?

Went up to the cell phone floor and bought the oldest non functional phone I could find , a Motorola T720 , hoping it had rubber skin.

“Because listen … the new phones sold today are an infiltration unit,  part phone, part machine.  Underneath its a hyper-alloy spying chasis, microprossesor controlled, fully armored, very tough.   But outside it’s controlled by living human tissue.  Flesh, skin, hair, blood, grown for the governments.

Pay attention!   I gotta ditch this slave.

The 700 series had interchangeable back plates , we spotted them easy.  But today’s phones are new, they act human. Sweat,  bad breath, everything.  Very hard to spot.  I had to wait for governments to control us with an app before I could zero them by buying this T720.

“Look, I am not stupid you know, they cannot make things like that yet.”

Not yet,  not for about 40 years. (think about that projection, because The Terminator was released in 1984 making 2024 the year Reese was from, so close to today’s 2020!!!)

“Are you saying those phones are from the future?”

What possible future?   From your point of view  … I don’t know tech stuff.

“Then you’re from  the  future too ,  is that right?

“Right.”

“Listen.  And understand.  Those government spy apps are out there.  They can’t be bargained with.  They can’t be reasoned with.  They don’t feel  pity, or remorse, or fear.   And they abolutely will not stop spying on you  … ever  … even after Covid is dead.

If  you’re looking for a reason to join my Tin Foil Hat club,  do what I did.   Put a set of  computer headphones over your T-1000 phone and load a Spanish radio station from Argentina on your browser …  then just let the internet radio play for 24 hours so your phone can soak in some culture.  The next day, when all your social apps start feeding you Spanish ads  , come collect your hat.

Not me baby.

Since I bought that circa 2002 T720 Motorolla classic, I’ve signed in at every store I go shopping at as every female Star Wars character I could think of , all while writing in scribble with my left hand, and while the phone number I put changes ,  the last numbers are always  1701 as  a nod to Star Trek’s starship Enterprise.

So on the  off chance I do get infected  (somebody do the math on the chances of that please cuz I’m awful at  calculations  … 80 active cases out of 70 million people)  they’ll be tracing Padmé Amidala currently living in the Romulan neutral zone.   Good luck with that.

Ha!   The only way they’d control me is if they eliminated old cell phones (Will Smith in I,Robat anyone?) and forced everybody to wear fitness watch like wearables  –  which if you didn’t wear would mean  you’re not a “citizen” and thus cannot buy even  basic  necessities like food.

That’ll never happen.  We as the human race would never allow  that to happen,  would we?

Wait!   Fuck!  Fuck fuck fuck.

See?   This is why I’m not posting often.   One because this is tip of  the  iceburg shit,  I could go on endlessly about what I’m researching and how it scares the hell out of me.   I’ve read George Orwell’s  1984,  I’ve read Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World , I have sufficient tin foil hat background prep people!

So let’s instead talk about sessions and when  they  may return  to normal.

I’m with Mistress Wael on this one ,  she’s  been saying since May “when sports come back, the world will come back.”

Why?   Because North American sports take their cue from health officals , and why wouldn’t they, do you know how irreplaceable a Michael Jordan , a Sidney Crosby, and a Babe Ruth are?   Ok so sue me,  one of those 3 is retired  and  one is dead, I don’t follow sports ,  but you get  my meaning right?

Sports is coming back in August en masse.

Which means I’m gonna losee my bet with Wael.  We wagered back in March that sessions would return to normal volume by either my birthday June 22nd or her birthday August 15th.

My birthday is in 10 days,  ain’t happening.

Care to guess how I have to pay up?

She’ll be posting her update tomorrow on the blog,  we’ll talk then.

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Wael 2.0 | Mistress Wael

3 months.  0 sessions.  And I am still alive.  Wow.

Not only that … I feel better and stronger and way more sexy than me in March.

In March I was 65 kg.   Today I hit 59kg  …  yes down 6kg.

Why?  How?

I learned a new English word lately … budget.  How to budget 500 baht to last one month for food.  Actually I learn a lot of new english word lately and it really fuck up my Thai.

2 example.

Yesterday I went to buy mint from across the street the girl sale all the vegetebles on her cart.  I had no idea anymore how to say mint in Thai.   I kept saying “mint,  mint,  mint”  to her and try to make the English word sound Thai.

Then this morning I took the garbage to the bin and I trip on the hose the security man use to spray the plant.   I say to him “oh my gosh I am so sorry” and he look at me like I’m alien.

I should say “khaw tot” but I never do now.

Everything I say I  say in English now because I stay alone for 3 months in my room and only watch Netflix and PodCasts and never listen to Thai.

Maybe I will forget Thai soon?  Possible?

Budget.  500 baht is $20 in your money.  How to make it last 1 month for food?

2 word.  Intermittent Fasting.

I eat 1 time 1 day only at 1pm.    And right now I try extend to 72 hour IF.   Money i can save if I eat 1 time every 3 days is better by 33%.

I cut rice from my diet.    I order a lot of fried chicken and Durian.  At 1pm I eat until full and done until 1 day pass.

Imagine that.   Can eat very spicy Korean style fried chicken and lose weight.

Maybe because 9pm-11pm every night I exercise around the condo.  16kg kettlebell – I carry that when I walk.  I lift it.  I  pull it.   If I could I would shit on it too because I hate it so much.

But when I  wake up I look in the mirror …  and I love my kettlebell … because I have more curve than yesterday

Ya my life is like that.   And I am learning.

Lately I watch everything about Elon Musk.  He inspire me.

In fact … my idea for my video store on this site come from the first 5 minutes of the podcast … from how many people buy his flamethrower …

I thought … if he can sell hat and a flamethrower and make 1 million … I can sale my videos and maybe survive a 4 month lockdown.

And it work!

Until P_yP_l close my account.   And then my sister account.   In 1 day.

So now all my video sales money is in Amazon gift card … but our airport is closed … so cannot buy anything.

That made me study bitcoin and now I have bitcoin wallet and will put 1 option to pay with bitcoin for the videos.

Now I am thinking … Elon sells more than 1 thing in his store.   I can do too.

So now this month I design Mistress Wael bdsm hats and tshirt and underwear.   Should be ready for July to sale.

Maybe a femdom flamethrower too.  Teach me how to make  … I will sale.

Thing is.  Covid or no Covid.  I change a lot this year.   I get smart.

I mean … I  m not smart like you.    But compare to me who I was before.  Yes I am much smarter than me 2 year ago.

And I feel frustrate.  Because I video call to my 2 daughter and try to teach both … try to change them … open their eye … teach 1 word of english every night.   Teach them about NeuroLink … about technology.

But they don’t want to know.   Don’t want to learn.

And when that happen and I feel frustrate … I see myself how I was like that at 14yo.

I try to chat with my girlfriends and cannot now.  They want to talk about everything basic and I want to talk about technology.

So I start now to understand what your head mistress tallk about  …  how we separate from basic level but not at your level … we caught in between.  And that make us feel isolate.   Yes I get it now.

That is why I cannot wait for sessions to start again.   I feel I can be much better than 4 months ago.

You know something?

I never stop to dream about femdom and bdsm.  I have Mistress dreams every night.

Last night I dream about control a man and his wife … in their home … in France!!   I taught her how to be a Mistress and we sex torture her husband every day when he come home from work.

I woke up this morning and my pussy was so wet.

I did buy 1 thing from my Amazon money.   Civilization 6 game.   Because I saw on Facebook a group for it in Thai and made me want to try.

All my city has a bdsm name.

Fort Ballbreaker.  BDSM City.  Town of Men with Small Dicks.  HumiliationVille.

But I lose every game.  Just like my Jiu Jitsu …  I  am too nice.   I want world peace but everybody make war and attack me.

So now I play Canada so nobody can war with me.   I will make world peace!!

Ok that is my update.  I cannot wait to Tease you again very soon.

SMS me anytime please.   I love to talk with everybody.  It keeps me company.

I still believe not until my birthday August 15 will everything start to be normal.

When sports comes back and I can watch hockey again … then I feel people will relax and start to remember to enjoy life.

Right now there is too much politics and protest.

And why?   Because I think no sports.  Sports is like the pill to make everybody calm down.

… and I am like the pill you take to get excited.

Don’t worry.   Both pills coming after August 

Mistress Wael

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

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

There’s always been this  inherent  responsibility to make guys laugh and smile.   I’m a recreation, a sort of ‘place’ in your  mind that symbolizes fun , excitement, and happiness – kind of like Ronald the clown outside of  every McDonalds – you see him and you know you’re stomach’s gonna be happy, right?  Ok well, maybe  not  after your 3rd Big Mac , but initially you were  thinking “ah McDonald’s, always makes my stomach  happy.”  So for you,  I’m “ah my Mistress,  always makes my **** happy.” 

I get it,  I understand men.   I’m  happy I do understand them so much because it makes it easy doing what I do.   I’ve basically had this little utopian world all around me for the past decade where everything I touched turned to  gold.   Err, well,  technically things I’d touch would turn hard first, and  then  came  the gold.

So ya, I’ve hardly writen about the personal side of my life here on my blog ,  I’ve always wanted it to be a fun thing to read.

I suppose that’s why there haven’t  been many  posted  stories these  past  four months , there’s been such a derth of sessions that I’ve had a hard time finding fun things to write about.  If  you compound  that with living alone here,  and being told  to stay in my room by myself for a third of a year , those moments where I’m feeling down can really spiral out of control for an evening.

But the sun comes up  the next day , and  the  next , and  the next, and eventually I just got numb to this new life we’re all in.  So let’s see if I can toss that numbness aside and keep things lighthearted as I tell you about the month I’ve had so far,  it’s been a doozy.

So on or about June 10th I said ‘fuck it’  I’m gonna go have some fantasy fun.  I got the idea from a story I read about Korean’s signing up for a ‘make believe’ tour to the airport , where they actually paid money to act out like they were going on vacation … the story said it  helped them relieve the stress of suffering through four months of lockdown.

‘Good idea’ I thought,  I’m going to go act out like I’m going through with a boob job.    Its something that’s  been a fantasy of  mine for quite some time now, and initially I killed a good two whole days researching reviews to find out which doctor had the best reputation.   Do you guys remember Mistress Natty?  She  was this site’s first ladyboy mistress, a  favourite of  some of my old time readers.

Natty, when considering where to go for her transgender surgery (ie: guillotine my dick ‘n balls procedure) chose the equivilant of BetelGeuse’s Discounted Ball Removal Shop.  It was a grungy place, so grungy that when you went into the place you went down two steps – physically and socially.

I shit you not.   I’ll never forget going to  visit  Natty  post surgery,  in the basement – and look, we  don’t have basement’s on this side of the world ok, so  let  that sink in how seedy that place was  … and there she (he?) was in a tiny square room jammed with as many beds and bodies as it could hold,  seeped with  the smell of antibiotic oil and four ‘one stick’ fluorescent lights  … the kind that are so sickly green you can  litereally feel  them  sucking the will  to  live  out  of  your soul.

I was not  going to go  to  a place  like that.    I  had Beverly Hills in mind , or Bangkok’s version of 90210 I suppose.   So I  found  an upscale clinic, a very posh one , and 24 hours  later I was sitting on the doctor’s bed getting my boobs examined.   I wonder, is the feeling of having a doctor examine my boobs the same  as  you guys  having your doctor feel your balls?   At least I don’t  have to turn  my  head and cough  when  he probes my nipples.

I was having fun.  Right up until the point he kept coming back to my right breast and was noticeably probing harder, matched with the quite obvious look of  concern that had  swept across his  brow.

“Have you submitted  yourself for a chest xtray lately?” he asked.

Straight out I told  him that 2 years ago my family doctor had discovered I had a cluster of  cyst’s in  my chest area that I should  at some point get removed.

I don’t  know  if  you  guys  remember,  but at  that  same  time  2 years ago the left lip  of my pussy got infected   and blew  up  to  the  size  of  a tire ,  which required barbaric surgery where they didn’t  knock me  out  before cutting my vagina with a knife.   My pussy lip cost me 30k , something I’ve never forgiven her for ,  and I  put off the cyst removal procedure to a later date,  something I  never got around to because the number of sessions  and Europe trips were just too frequent.

“I want you to go see this doctor, tell him I  sent  you” he said as he slipped me a  business card and right away the word Ocologist on the card conjured a shot across my nerves that was as sharp as a dagger’s point.

So there I was,  role-playing my way through a fun afternoon at the doctor’s office,  much the same as a little girl would act out life playing with her doll  house , when suddenly life dropped this word cancer on my lap and said  ‘here , role play with this.”

And so I did.    Because I had two whole days to sit alone in my condo between June 10th and June 12th and contemplate ,  amongst other things, mortality.

You know how I often crow about how I’ve  embraced  life living alone, even proudly going by the pseudonym of Lone Wolf ?  Well as it  turns out, being alone in my condo when one’s mind is running amok is a special kind of hell.

June 12th arrives,  a day I’ll always refer to as my very own Kindergarten Cop day …

“It’s not a tumor,  it’s a cyst.”

“No miss,  it’s a tumor,  multiple ones,  and on both sides of your breasts.”

At that moment I felt like Noah did when God told him to stop what he was doing and go build an ark.    Get the fuck out of here.

When I took an Improv class back in Australia,  one of the first things  they  taught  me was a comedy method called  “yes,  and…” where as soon as somebody gives you a premise,  you don’t  fight  it.    Instead you train your mind to instantly accept the news and build upon it by saying to  yourself “yes,  and…” where upon you submit your own idea and build the premise instead of pouring cold water on it.

There was this older guy in my class ,  his name was Charlie,  which has forever stuck in my brain as I always saw him in my mind as the character Charlie from the  book Flowers From Algernon.  Except in the book that  Charlie is 32 years old, while  the  Charlie in  my  class who  always  sat directly in  front of  me  and one  chair  to the  right  was  more  like  52.

Anyways, Charlie,  a lawyer in real life,  thoroughly sucked at the game  ‘yes, and’  , like he would fail so spectacularly at ‘yes, and’  that it became a laughing point for the rest  of the group.    At one point,  when it was  my turn  to stand up  and  present  a premise  in  front of  the group, I simply reached up and acted  out  the process of screwing in a lightbulb on an imaginary ceiling above me.

The next person in line  (we were lined up to take the person’s premise  and add on to it with a ‘yes, and’  action of our  own) , the guy’s  name was  Mike,  and he was  an  ‘outside the box’  thinker if I ever saw one,  walked up to  me,  … examined  my hand motion of screwing in  a  light  bulb  ,  and opened an imaginary oven door … for me  to  put the pizza …  not  a lightbulb  … inside to cook.    So I did, and  said in my worst possible Italian accent :  “ats a gonna be a nicea pizza  whena she’s a  cooked”

Charlie was next.

“No, no , no , no , no , no”  he  said,  “what the fuck are  you doing?”   “That’s not a pizza,  she’s obviously screwing in a lightbulb”  and he even pointed to the imaginary space  above  my head where I  was indeed  screwing  in the  lightbulb.

“But Mike turned the premise into a pizza,  so it’s a  pizza now”  said our teacher Rebecca.

“It’s a  fucking  lightbulb , ask  her, ask  her ,  she’ll tell  you,  it was  a fucking light  bulb , right?  right?”  he said looking furiously at me to agree with him.

“Actually”  I  said,  while pausing,  “I think maybe it was a pizza after all, who knew?” and I shrugged  my shoulders.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.   Fuck you  all.   You’re all fucking screwey”  he said,  and he stormed out of the class.   That was the last time I ever saw Charlie.

30.

“thirty” I replied to the doctor.

“Pardon me,  again?  she replied.

“I want to see 30 countries.  I’m so close.   I’ve seen 28.  I’m  a girl born and raised in a Thai ghetto , and I’ve somehow managed to have seen 28 fucking countries in my life.   I want to see 30.”

The doctor … a she … paused to inhale my comment ,  then continued with  “well, let’s see what happens  with …”

“30!” I said,  interrupting her.  I was having a Charlie moment.   With my training , lol all 6 months of it,  I should have built upon my Dr.’s tumor premise  and played ‘yes, and’ by building upon it and going down she wanted us to go down.

So I’m telling you this because to me it was a really important moment in my life,  and I got to see how my brain reacted to fucking awful news.   I rejected the premise.   Wholly.

“I get to see 30 countries”  was my “it’s a fucking lightbulb” moment.   And I too , stupidly I  might  add, stormed  out of  her office  much  the same way Charlie  stormed out of our classroom oh so many years ago.

June 13th.   I had the first tumor removed.  It was the size of a hail stone.  Did I ever tell you my most magnifiscent moment of 2019?   I was walking down a quaint quiet street in Rome where the temperature was cool but by no means  cold , and then suddenly it began to hail.  I’d only seen it in movies or on television, you see … we don’t get a lot of hail in Bangkok, especially when its 45C in the shade.   I remember feeling so very lucky, blessed even, that I got to see hail.   So much so that I danced in that narrow little cobblestone street while these rocks of  ice were bouncing off my head.   Would if I could  … had I died from an ice rock hitting my head right there and then … I would have died so happily.

That was the first procedure.   There’s many more to be removed , and that’s just from one side, the side they call premalignant.  The other side, that’s the side the boob job doctor was so intently examining a couple weeks back , gosh that feels like several years ago now.   Ima going to call that side the “get these hail stones out of me NOW side.  Because if I don’t , well, I’m not going to be seeing my 30th country, let alone my 29th.

See there’s a problem with getting them out though ,  I always knew in the back  of my mind that I come from a  ‘pay to live’ healthcare system , where only the wealthy can afford to live when the shit hits the fan.  Each procedure is about 30k , which in normal times – I’m talking the past decade – would be just fine.

These aren’t normal times though, are they?

Except for that session I wrote about a couple weeks ago,  it’s been four straight months of lockdown.  And I have multiple hail stones that can’t wait for Covid to be finished with before being removed.   Time,  as they say, is an issue.

Which brings me to my birthday, June 22nd, this past Monday.

Gonna be honest with you , me,  a hard ass Mistress, did nothing but cry from the 13th to my birthday, every day, until I cried myself to sleep.   Not quite the image I’ve been presenting these past few years eh?

Monday morning , I woke up to my phone’s LED  light flashing, so at about 7am I rolled over to pick my phone  up from the night stand and flicked down to see what messages the little green light was so intent on letting  me know about.

There were so many messages on the notification menu that I had to scroll down with my finger just to see how many.

I didn’t even have to open my mail because I could see the first words over and over again … Happy Birthday.

May I  tell  you, that was the first time all month I  smiled.

So  when  I  mentioned today on Twitter that I had to attend to some email before  I  could write  this story , that’s what I was replying to.  Each and every person who sent me an email, I wrote to you in lengthy replies to let you know just how much a simple email made me smile when I needed it most.

Now, the next step.

Might be that I have to move from here.

And damm, I just paid deposit first and last month’s rent in April, remember?  I moved to a  lower floor after complaining many times that I wasn’t happy with the excessive furniture cluttering up the condo on  the 20th floor.   I’m gonna lose that last month deposit if I move,  all 40k of it.   Ironic because that would pay for at least one more cluster removal.   Sigh.

Home is where you  hang your hat right?   This has been home for oh so long,  its just soul shattering to think about leaving here at a time where I really need a familiar place to ‘hang my hat’ so to speak.

So what to do, what to do.

I had hopes July would be a return to normalcy, but I saw the guidelines for the next phase of “re-opening” and ya well, you guys won’t be coming here in July.  Maybe August , but not unless you’re ok with  subjecting yourself to some unreal restrictions.  September then?  October?

Will I even be around to see October?   Gosh.

Pre-sell sessions maybe?

I’m trying to relay my ‘inner-Mike’  ,  the pizza oven outside the box thinking guy from improv.

I’m gonna look into a  GoFundMe page,  but I’m Thai and we’re not counted as being human to them, so I’m in  talks with setting  it  up through  one of you guys over on the proper side of the world.

PayPal’s not  an option as they’ve shut down  me, Wael, and even her physically challenged sister’s account.

Also, I guess I should start taking steps to get Mistress Wael ready to take things over in case I’m not around to see 2021.   Sigh again.

See? This is exactly why I had trouble writing this story all day.   I’m a fun loving girl,  I need to write about things so they make you laugh and smile.  Spitballing ideas off  the top of my head of how to get through this doesn’t make for the greatest of reading does it?

I want to see England.

I want to go back and continue learning German so I can order cheese from that lovely Markthale Neun market in Berlin.

How on earth did I miss visiting Pamukkale when I first visited Turkey!!!  Not only do I need to get back there and see that wonder with my own eyes, I need to see as many natural wonders of the world as I can.

But if I don’t.  If indeed this is the beginning of the end, I have no regrets.

I’m a Thai girl born and raised in poverty in a ghetto , one who’s gazed over Fjord’s in Norway, looked out upon Paris from atop the Eiffel Tower , has climbed not one but two active volcanos, and had fish swim along beside me in the turquoise waters of Halong Bay.

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

But it’s not time to die, it’s time to  fight.  And hey,  if I come through this ok, I have the ultimate choice before me don’t I?

Either go with Mad Max type battle scared boobs,  or get the boob job in  the place where this ‘fantasy’ all started.   I see myself as a Mad-Max kind of girl , no?  Ah, we’ll see.

Suu-suu.  I do not go gentle …

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

xx

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