Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Mistress or Human? | An Introspection.

Who am I?

That’s not a rhetorical question for you,  its a self-reflective inquisition of myself.

If I look at the bright side of things – and god knows that’s been hard to do this month – I could step back and say that I’m just maturing from the mid 20’s girl I was when I started writing for this site to the “not quite” mid 30’s woman I am now , and with time has come a decade of change that makes me wince at who I was , right up to about a year ago.

Now some might say it took this cancer in my chest to bring about change but in truth its been this whole last two years that has made me , well , in  one of your guy’s words “more human” …

“P.S. I’ve also noticed based on your posts how you’ve slowly gone from robot to human the past few months. #silverlining”

Well at least if this cancer gets me I’ll die as a human, that’s gotta be worth something , yes?

What if I told you that I can pretty much pinpoint the exact moment I became more human?  It happened in the 2nd last session I had before I went to Europe last November.

The reason I know there was a change in me was because of the empathy I had for this submissive guy who had been coming to see me since last July for regular ballbusting sessions.  Let me ask you a question first ok, before we continue because  we  need a baseline of comparison here.   What would be your reaction if you kicked your best buddy in the balls as hard as you could?

He’d drop to the ground like a rock, no doubt.

But then what would be your reaction when you see him writhing there in agony trying to catch his breath , both hands clenching his groin and maybe a bit of drool wheezing out of his mouth at the same time.

Would you laugh at him?

Now say your friend struggles to his feet and asks you to kick him again, harder this time.

At what point do you start to have empathy with his suffering?

I never have empathy.  Ever.

In fact, it becomes second nature to laugh at the person , and if you think that’s twisted , think that in those situations I’d then demand the man to crawl over to me , lick my foot , and then order him to thank me for the privilege of doing so.

With this gentleman I’m referring to, we’d even add humiliation to his suffering by making him serve as a naked coffee table for me, Mistress Wael, and Arita … and with sandwiches and scalding hot coffee on his back one of us would kick his balls hard enough to watch the whole human coffee table crash to floor.  We’d  walk in the spilt coffee and have him lick it from our toes , then chat thereafter ignoring him whilst he polished our living room floor.

That’s just par for the course Mistress mentality , its absolutely nothing for any of us to demand such servitude from a man.

Except, fast forward to November and this person shows up for his last session before I’m to fly to France , only this time he’s perfectly content with letting me watch The Revenent on Netflix while he buries his face between my legs to smell my dank post-workout pussy and all the wonderful fish aroma that comes with it.  For you that might be exciting,  but for him it’s such a downgrade from the activity he asks for in his sessions.   He was so perfectly still for the entire first hour of the movie I had begun to feel I should tease his dick until the film had ended but he refused to let me touch it.

I”m not exactly chopped liver when it comes to looks okay, so when a guy refuses to let  me touch his dick that’s like a 5 alarm fire bell warning something’s wrong.

We talked it out for a bit and he revealed that come October he had a gnawing pain in his groin , one that physically caused him pain when he tried to orgasm.  “It’s like natural chastity” he said as he laughed at his own joke and then continued “I haven’t cum since late September out of fear for the pain.”

With his phone he began showing me all these pages he had researched on the source of the pain and how to remedy the situation , one of which suggested a manual procedure called Testicular Torsion.

Not wanting to go in for a surgical procedure , and unable to administer this treatment upon himself , he asked me right there while the movie  was playing in the background to help him out with this testicular torsion … and you might cringe as I tell you this … but it involves him  laying back ,  and me separating his left testical from his right … grabbing a handful of the skin above his left nutsack … pinching that skin with my left hand … and with my right hand I was to grab his tightended testicle and twist it 360 degrees or more.

I understand if you’re feeling cross-eyed after reading that.

Luckily , assuming that this might hurt the dude more than he’d ever experienced  pain before , I had told him to bite into my sofa’s pillow.  Because the scream he let out when I began twisting was blood curdling.

And that’s when it happened.   A wave of empathy hit me , like a wave, only it didn’t pass through me, it enlodged itself inside my soul …  which sounds pretty mellowdramatic , yes,  but its true and  that’s the best way I can describe it.

I let go and I just said aloud “I’m not doing this.”

Of course he replied with a string of “please Mistress” but I was steadfast in my decision.   It was  final.  I’m just not inflicting that much pain on a guy , no matter what.   Furthermore, I’m not a doctor, I could be causing irrepairable damage by twisting his nutsack like that.

Then he started crying , sobbing , and he was literally begging me to do it because he couldn’t have sex,  he couldn’t masturbate, he couldn’t get hard and he said and I quote “I don’t feel like a man anymore.”

Fuck, and I caused that.

I flew off to Paris the very next day , and all through that trip that session haunted me.   For instance,  I would find myself walking up to the tower of Pisa and while admiring its beauty I’d say out loud to myself in a whisper “who the hell are you to screw with a guy’s health like that?”

“What have you become?”

“Where’s your heart?”

So I began some soul searching , trying to find the girl who cared about people’s feelings , their hopes and dreams, and their real wants not just their superficial ones.

Guys who sessioned with me on that late fall early winter European trip would all attest to this feeling of falling in love with their Mistress because I was much more friendly,  much more intimate than I had ever been.   And by intimate, I don’t mean in the bedroom, I mean hugging my guy when we were walking by the river in Paris, or letting him pick  me  up and spin me in the air atop the Eiffel Tower ,  or putting my hand lightly over his at dinner  and smiling.

Of course I’d be smiling at him drinking my pee from a champagne glass at a 5 star French restaurant,  a Mistress is still a Mistress after all.

But ya, all that trip I was much more loving.

I got home mid January and before I resumed sessions we had one of our little ‘business meetings’ Wael and I did where we discuss where we are with things and the ‘state of femdom’ as it applies to our business currently.  Mostly those meetings are about what toys we need,  what toys we’d love to have , what we’ve learned and we might air out any concerns we have.

“I want to be friendlier” I said, “I’m going to filter out those sessions where we have to hurt someone going forward.”

Wael’s response was “give them to me” and it makes sense as she’s a few years behind my curve so to  speak.

There is definitely a curve we all go through as a Mistress.

It’s a  four stage curve as  I  see  it.   Starts with “what the fuck am I doing and why is this guy listening to me and obeying me?”   Follwed in a year by “hmm, what else can I make this guy do for me?”  which leads to where Wael is at right now “I’ll do anything , I have no limits for how to control a guy.”  But eventually that circles back to the maturation of the curve and says “In how many ways can I make a male submissive slave fall in love with me” which is a collection of just the simplest minute things which I know drive a man wild.   I suppose ultimately,  its an unseen confidence.

So we finish that meeting , and I remember that same guy’s email was at the very top of my inbox that evening.  It read:

“It’s funny Mistress. If I knew for a fact I would die at 43 (just turned 42), I would be ok with it. I honestly don’t understand people who want to live to be 100. Every decade gets exponentially shittier. I can’t even begin to imagine how terrible I’d feel if I managed to make it to, like, 70. I’m pretty sure that if I die from natural causes, it’s going to be something with my junk down below. My testicular pain is getting worse and I just have weird lower bowel pains pretty much daily. Going septic from a bowel perforation is a really shitty way to die, so I’m pretty sure the first time I wake up with bad abdominal pains and a fever, I’m just going to go ahead and blow my brains out.”

Never heard from him since.

I’ve felt so shitty about that,  its been eating at the back of my mind daily.

Which brings me to my cancer.

I feel, in someway, this is karma,  this is ‘go around come around’ , or –  if  in fact he did end things as he threatened to do,  then this is “an eye for an eye” in the universe’s justice.

Like ,  it doesn’t make sense how suddenly this year everything can conspire collectively against me all at one time.

If feels, invitable in a way.  Death that is.   It’s why I can’t sleep at all lately,  not until I’ve endured sleeplessness unto my limit and I stumble to my bed to crash for 16 hours, motionless.

I gotta admit, maybe during sessions as a Mistress I’m strong just like you all think I am , but I’m clearly not handling this very well.   I don’t think being alone is helping much either.  I’ve twice woken up this month , having slept 16 or more hours having wondered where the day went , only to be replaced by panic that this  thing inside me just had another day to grow.  And I cry.  All day.  Again and again.  And I know  , I just know I  have to snap out of it.

There’s so many nice emails in my inbox,  I can’t read them, they make me cry even harder.

I actually got some work done today, I went ahead and wrote for the GoFundMe that out of desperation I’m setting up for myself.   That just made me angry as I wrote for that this morning.   I don’t think it’s fair that in order just to have a shot at making money for my surgery with a GoFundMe that I have to be from a 1st world country.    Basically,  my life is expendable, I’m Thai therefore since I come from a welfare state ,  a  3rd world country if there ever was one,  my life doesn’t matter.   Well, to me it does.  Sorry but, I like living.  I like life.   I love talking  to my cactus plant.    Ya  its  nuts,  maybe you’re right, but I love  doing it.  I would appreciate the chance to keep on doing so.

Luckily I had many offers to set up the GoFundMe , but so many of you are in relationships that I couldn’t let you put yourself in hot water at my expense.   There’s a young boy,  Rob, from England, he’s served as my foot worshiper for many – a – year , and he’s graciously gone ahead and given his ID to allow the fund to be set up.

Meanwhile, don’t get mad at me, I’m not insane … but I’ve basically spent all day every day watching TED Talk after TED Talk about what’s going on at the molecular level of my immune system.   And I’ve condensed all the information into 2  things that I  understand  and  one  that I don’t as of yet, but I’m learning.

Rightly or wrongly then, I’m starving the cells of glucose by refusing to eat.   Because fuck,  the gofundme may or  may not work, and it looks like it’ll be 2 more months before any type of tourism stars happening here, so it may be a while before I can come up with the money for the 2nd surgery.

Therefore, by my way of  thinking,  I have to slow the process down so it doesn’t  get to  stage 1 or 2, and the way  to  do  that by my  understanding is  starvation.    Fine, I’m already into day 3.   Not a bite to eat.  My intention is to go one week and if I’m feeling ok then on Friday I’ll eat some meat and then I’ll do 10 days,  then 14.   I intend to eat exactly 3 times this month only.

Secondly, I’m eating 2,000 mg of Vitamin C per day.  I’ve had 2 bottles of Vitamin C in my bedroom for 2 years almost ,  I’m just now eating them every day.

As well, with the little money I  have  left,  I’ve gone and bought 100 lime’s.   Lime juice and water I read is pure ascorbic acid Vitamin C and can help  …  if  indeed one is to believe the professionals speaking on those TedTalks.

“The Centre for Covid-a9 Situation Administration also extended the emergency decree for another month to the end of July after it is due to expire on Tuesday.”   …  and  there it is, hot  off the presses.  Closed ’til August.

0 sessions for yet another 30 days.

Fuck,  wonderful,  whatever.  I’m more resolved from that.  Those kids survived 2 weeks stuck in that cave in Chiang Rai last year, no food,  didn’t die.   I think food is a misnomer.  The glucose from food feeds the cancerous cells, while normal cells can switch to keytones when faced with starvation.  So no glucose,  the cancerous cells starve and the regular cells function in a state of Autophogy which boosts cancer fighting T-Cells.  See?  I’ve been reading.

So if I die from lack of food, you’ll know there  was  a method to  my madness.

Also, I said last story that it would indeed be nice to have a guy to sit with and hug me to help me get  through all of this.

Let’s be clear , that can’t happen.  I apologize for going back to the same old quotes from the movies that have affected me so much, but these quotes clarify exactly who I am at times,  and make it easier  for  me to  understand what I’m going through.   In  this  case,  I’m talking about this quote from 1986’s The Fly:

“Seth Brundle: I’m saying… I’m saying I – I’m an insect who dreamt he was a man and loved it. But now the dream is over… and the insect is awake.”

Which to me reads:

Mistress: I’m saying… I’m saying I – I’m a Mistress who dreamt she was a girl and loved it. But now the dream is over… and the domina is awake.

The way I  see  the world,  I can’t have  a boyfriend, I can’t  have a husband.   It’s something I can’t describe to you, instead,  you would just have to  have stood  in my  shoes  and  have  done  as many  sessions  as I’ve  done  over  the past  10  years to  understand how this job affects one’s personna.

And even then,  maybe you  wouldn’t understand entirely.   Maybe you’d just have to have  been  a girl,  brought up from poverty as I have, and have had so  many  guys kick dirt in your  face that only then you could understand.

Anyways, that’s irrelevant.  My point is that it’d be wholly unfair to have a guy come sit with me and give me a hug when I needed.

Because that man,  if he was willing to do that, would be a Knight ,  both valourous and kind.   Such men are so rare that such an act would be so honorable that it would be a crime to have that for myself.   Give instead to a girl open to love and let a relationship blossom from such kindness.

A lone wolf is indeed that, a lone wolf.  Nothing  more,  nothing less.

Let me walk that path and see where it leads.

But I promise you this, I’ll walk it not as robotic as I have done but rather as human as I can possibly be.

If I came across to  you as such in the past, I’m sorry for that,  I’m  just a  girl growing up and trying  to find her way.

If anything, this blog since day one is a testament to just how much we all change from decade to decade.

And it’s not our mistakes that ultimately define us,  it’s how we grow from them and improve upon ourselves.

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Love and Hope | Mistress Wael

Love and Hope.

The two birds that sleep together when I exercise at midnight every night … that is the 2 name I gave them.

In the morning I feed them bread when they wake up.  At 9pm when I go exercise around my condo they watch me and sometimes sing for me.

And when I finish at midnight they sleep.  Together.  And touch wings like in love.

I believe in love.  I believe in hope.  And I believe in maybe.

Her story ‘maybe’ is so powerful.

‘The covid pandemic has lasted 4 months and will last 2 more months minimum before tourists can come back to Bangkok.  That is awful, yes?

Maybe.

Well what if I start a perfume business?  Find a cheap night market.  Find out how to buy wholesale.  Learn about price point.

And smile a lot.   Be nice.  Meet people.  Get a new type of customer.

Bought for 75 a bottle.  Sell for 250.  Profit of 175.  And first day I sold 6 bottles.

Then 3 because it rained.  And 2 the next day because it rained.  Realized I need a market with a roof.   Because rainy season is here.

The next week I averaged 8 bottles a day.  Got tired of sitting on the concrete.   So I took the profit and bought a store front and steps to make my display look more professional …

Location , location , location.  #1 rule of business right?  I locked in a permanent place by On Nut with busy foot traffic.  Paid 1 month in advance.

I started to sell 15 bottles a day.

Used that profit to get my toe and finger nails done and my Jennifer Anniston hair style and color back

So now I look hot like when I do sessions … only I sell perfume looking like that.

Suddenly men started buying cologne just to talk to me.  So I wore latex pants to my store , a corsette , hung my whip on the side of my shop.

Cologne outsells perfume now 3:1 and up to 25 bottles a day.

That is the same money I make from my 1 hour Tease & Denial session.   Only difference is my small store is open for 4 hours in the evening , not 1.

I don’t know all my perfume brands and smells too much yet.   I’m learning.  But you know what?  Nobody asks me about the fragrance.   They ask me only about the whip haha.

You will not recognize me when you see me again.

I have lost 10kg since March.  If you go back to last November and count from then I have lost 12kg.

I come home from the market at 9pm.

Right away I go walk for 1 hour until 10pm and then I run and lift weights until 11pm.

2 hours every night.  Only 2 days off since March.

Bam!  I look hot with muscles.

I know I’m hotter because so many foreigner who live at my condo ask me out on a date now.  Even when I go out shopping I get asked out.

And there are no foreigner in the city now … compared to before.  I will be so popular when you guys can all come back !!… well that is my dream

When covid started in March the word I thought of the most was ‘survive.’

Now my motto is “improve.”

Get a 6 pack by my birthday August 15th.  Get more muscle.  Hit 53kg … my weight when I was 25 years old.  If I could do that , wow,  I will be proud of myself.

I feel so confidant now.   My English … improved so much.

This year , I don’t know why , but now I am not afraid to try new words and I like that I can listen to a podcast and understand almost everything.

I watched this podcast with Elon Musk and his first one about 3 times each.   Learned so much , not just about English , about personality and how to think about things.   I will the first one to sign up for a NeuroLink chip.  It’s the only way I will ever be smart.

Your mistress and I share the same Twitter.   But you can probably see who I follow.  And who she follow.

She likes to follow epidimiologist people.

I clicked follow on Elon Musk.   That was me.

John Forslund , me also.  When you come for my Tease & Denial sessions , sometimes you will hear me say “sit back and enjoy this one.”  Or when I let you cum after 2 hours and you explode everywhere …  I maybe will say “hey hey what do you say” …

I have wet dreams now.  Every night almost.  Always about BDSM.

I’m so addicted to FemDom now.

The things I will do to  you when you come to see me soon … you will see … just wait.

Not sure how long I have to wait for that though.  But until you can come , I will take care of my little perfume shop.

And every night when I run around my condo for exercise  … if I see my two birds Love and Hope … their love tells me everything will be ok in time.

Mistress Wael

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Absolutely Amazing | A Lump-Free Story :)

“Holy fuck, you look absolutely amazing.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well ,  the cancer , the operation , and everything … you know … I just , I mean I thought” his words eventually dropping off to a stuttering stammer void of strength.

My first session in , fuck what has it been, half a year almost?  And here we were, at the foyer of my condo , standing in silence as he kept checking me out from head to toe and back again.

“Well are you going to come in or not?” I politely asked him while stepping to the side and leaned against the edge of my door so that my rose colored dress rode up the bottom curve of my ass just a little bit more.

So he did , and by the time he got to the kitchen counter a few steps away I could see he was already trying to hide the massive erection that had grown suddenly down the left side of his tight jeans.

I can slip into my mistress’s skin faster than you can slip a condom onto a stalk of broccoli , so here I was already to go – like a Formula 1 racecar at the starting line – with a revved up pussy just purring for the green starting light to flick on.

Except , even with his hard-on trying to burst out of his pantleg like a misplaced Xenomorph baby Alien , he decided to instead sit down on my cream colored sofa – with his shoes still on (huge no-no) and instead of acting like all of you submissive slaves act- he wanted to act out the part of being my psycho-therapist so he could chip away at the deep embedded trauma I have over my recent cancer removal procedures.

See though, there is no trauma.  It’s done.  It’s over with.  Can we move on please?

So I thought I’d take this moment to say what I have to say about the ordeal , and thereafter can I ask that we just bury the topic?   Because when sessions resume en masse – and they will , eventually – your time with me as I see it, is meant to be possibly the hottest two hours of your life.  For that to happen I need anticipation on your side , not trepidation.  Until now that’s been something I’ve nary shed a moment’s concern for , but if how this last session kicked off is going to be an early indicator of where your  mindset is at … due to concern over my health … well let’s just put that to bed right here and now okay?

I’m physically fine now , my fight is more about the mental side of things.

The two lumps they took out of my right boob caused me to say “holy shit” to the doctor showing them to me whereas I could only muster an “oh wow” for the single lump they hauled out from the left side.

Both surgeons seemed a little too delighted with revealing the shit they removed from my body.  The way they have them laid out on green cloth , perfectly centered , with my name on the corner of the tray made me feel like they’re being shipped off to be put on display at the Louvre beside MichaelAngelo’s works of art.

The incisions were thankfully made from below instead of on top which is a relief because I had these visions of painting my face white before sessions , ripping open my bra , grabbing you by the throat and whispering into your ear “wanna know how I got these scars? …

Wael sat with me the entire week after the surgery , and I intended to write thereafter but once she left and I was alone again , my mind played games with my emotions.

Then Kelly Preston died of breast cancer a week ago and that hit harder than anything ever has.

For exactly one day I felt riddled with guilt and the ‘why her, not me’ feeling that washed over me that day.

Then immediately thereafter, I’ve been dealing with this total loss of words from the true answer to that question … because of you, collectively.  You guys decided to keep me alive , and Kelly’s death proved to me that I can say that without a hint of exaggeration.

There may be a loss of words, but there is infinite gratitude.

I’m home now.  I haven’t told them either, I just want to be here with family and not be treated like a wounded puppy by everybody.

This weekend and into early next week I’m going to be hanging out here and getting back into writing.

There’s nothing going on in Bangkok right now, it’s dead – like an old western ghost town as we showed in this tweet earlier this week.

You should see Nana and Soi Cowboy , it’s the strangest thing.  Just a few girls sitting there looking at their phones – because well, only foreigners frequent those parts of town and there’s maybe like 10 foreigners left in the city.

So there’s no reason to go back to my condo on soi 11 , the whole street is a ‘going out of business’ flea market.   Better off to stay here for a week and get some writing done which is easier to do with people around me I’ve found.

As for that session I had , after I had him begging me to cum inside the first hour I told him he should just walk down to Nana and bang as many girls as he wanted for a hundred baht a pop.

He didn’t believe me so I cut the session short and went with him to teach him about the laws of supply and demand as they pertain to cost.

I failed economics in university, so don’t let my smart ass answers on economic theory in regards to forced-bi sessions fool you ,  I googled that shit to make me look smart.

But I do know that if you rowed your way across the ocean into Pattaya this month and somehow survived, you could set yourself up with 4-5 girls pampering you all night for the price of a movie and popcorn.

Sure enough, the young Danish boy who had come to see me Thursday night had me negotiate two girls willing to ride his dick the whole night for the combined fee of 500 baht.

Sadly, as per his report, he lasted all of 5 minutes before they made him  cum the first time and  15 minutes before he came the second time …  thanks to my prep work.

Gotta tell ya though, other than that session, it’s crickets over here.

The greatest thing about this covid shit is that I don’t care about it any more, I’m just so happy that the chances of me being alive to see New Year’s day for 2021 is back as high as it was before.

My promise to you going forward , as a way of  saying thanks, is a story a day from here until sessions start again, probably around your Thanksgiving and/or Christmas.

That’s not a covid prediction , that’s just the time of year that all retailers sink or swim , and if Wael’s walking video of my dead soi looks desolate, it’d be nothing compared to the closures that would happen if all stores are forced to stay closed for November and December.

That’s my best guess, November’ish, do you agree?  Email me , let me know your opinion , I’d love to hear what the collective wisdom of my fanbase thinks.

Thank you again.

I’m beyond humbled by your generosity.

Now let’s move on and see if I can get some sexy stories up and maybe even finish my book which I’ve started writing the 2nd half of this weekend.

Love you all.

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> AdGuard

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AdGuard runs seamlessly in the background and blocks ads without slowing down your system.

I highly recommend AdGuard , and it only takes a moment to download and get the AdGuard app up and running.

AdGuard not only blocks ads,  but it speeds up website download times, it blocks access to dangerous websites , and will even protect your children when they are online.

Find another product that does so much , for so little,  you simply cannot.

AdGuard even comes with a VPN than you can subscribe to , which gets you access to any country’s website no matter where you are in the world.   Absolutely perfect if say you’re over in Asia but you want to see ESPN or TSN’s sports clips which are region restricted.  Just set  your location to USA or Canada and you can watch ESPN or TSN’s video clips just like you were sitting back home in your living room.

AdGuard’s VPN has 29 locations worldwide, and  features strong encryption , fast connections, and 24/7 support.

The AdGuard feature that I’ve appreciated the most (due to my umm, ‘research’ of porn sites, cough cough) is the app’s outstanding ability to block pop ups, an annoying feature that porn sites are famous for using.

With AdGuard they don’t even open , and the webpage which normally would be filled with ads layered upon ads are all removed upon loading the webpage.  It’s like living in an ad-free world , and who doesn’t want that?

One of the more secretive / stealthy features about AdGuard is how it runs in the background hiding your data from the multitude of trackers and activity analyzers that swarm the web.  Feel free to surf without fear of being snooped upon.

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I’ve tried others like AdBlock which crashes my google chrome within hours of installing it , and other’s which have hidden malware embedded inside.

AdGuard has none of that.  It is what it advertises itself to be …  and adblocking app that simply works.

Now, let’s get to the feature that I know will have you throwing your hands in the air and screaming at the top of your lungs “fuck, finally.”

No more of those goddammed YouTube ads pushing their way into the videos your watching.

If you’re like me, and you’ve been jogging away on the treadmill listening to your playlist songs , and your mind is just starting to drift as you fall into your workout … when suddenly you’re jolted back to your senses by a shampoo ad that’s super annoying.

You have to stop, get off the treadmill , fumble with your device while your hands are shaking , and click the “skip ad” button … only to get a minute into your next song before having to do it all over again.

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Testicular Sacrifice | Mistress Wael

“The ways and rituals of testicular sacrifice are difficult to master. The timing of the stomps is imperative. Without the proper cadence at precise intervals, the process can fail spectaularly.”

I actually had a session today.   First time in forever.  He was asking for testicle torture.  Instead I gave him testicular sacrifice.

I borrowed the idea from the movie JigSaw I watched last night on Netflix.

After the movie I thought “I don’t want to just kick and hurt his balls”  …  instead  …  “I want to play a game.”

Because I didn’t do a session  in so  long I wanted to do something amazing and fun.

Now I know your head mistress uses hot massage balm for some of her sessions … but I asked myself “what if?”

Like … “what if I add this … and this …  what would happen to my slave?”

And by accident I found a perfect testicle sacrifice session  …  very complicated trap just like the Saw movies.

In every Saw movie after the tape recorder machine says ‘I want to play a game’  he tells the person why he / she will be tortured.

I wanted to explain to my slave why he was being punished … and like the Saw games … what he had to suffer for me to let him cum.

My English sucks so I fuck up when I try to explain to  him … but now I have time I  can write what I will practice to say  for the next  time I do this same session  …

“For many years , slave , you called girls you liked “hot.”

“But do you really know what hot is?”

“Today I will teach you what is “hot”

“And if you can survive understanding ‘hot’  , then on other side I will let you cum.”

“But if you move, if you cry ,  if you make even one sound , I will ‘cool’ you down, and you don’t get to cum into my ‘hot’ hand.

“Live or cry slave, let the game begin.”

First I tied him standing up to my bathroom door.

His hands over his head.   His feet spread.   No clothes on.

Massage hot balm  … we call it Yaa Mong … it activate from rubbing.   The more you rub …  the harder you rub  … the hotter the balm gets.

So it feels nice when I first massage your balls with it.   And you get hard.  Very hard.

But I keep pulling ,  rubbing , stretching the skin of  your balls.  And slowly your balls are on fire.

“Keep your cock hard” I told him.  “Don’t let it soft” I said.  “This is not hot yet.  This is warm only.”

True because I wanted to play “what if” like I told you.

I also have Uniren Spray for sore muscles to stop the pain.  It feels cold at first touch … and gets hot like the balm when I rub.

Only …  when I mix Uniren Spray with Hot Massage Balm = Volcano Fire.   Very very hard for you to focus on staying hard …  so I really have to stroke his cock hard.

He moved so much and yelled so loud.   Big no no.

No  sound means no sound.    Means  you will not get an orgasm if I have to warn you again.   I told him that.

I put my awful panties wet from my period in his mouth to stop him from moaning.  He didn’t care.  His balls hurt so so much to care about pussy blood in his mouth.

Now.   You would think when your balls are on fire  … that you would want to cool them down, yes?

No.

I have cold gel pack from Jiu Jitsu still in my freezer.

I don’t understand why exactly … but I can tell  you that when I press my ice cold gel pack to his volcano balls  … the pain gets much much much worse.

Unfortunately for my slave today ,  he moved again to get away from the cold gel.   So no orgasm for him.   Just longer ‘teasing’  with a lot more gel to teach him to be quiet.

I like my slaves to be quiet.  One because I live in a condo with  thin  walls.    Two because it  is  fun to  see men suffer from being quiet.   The more you can’t do something  …  the better I like it.

It should have been a 2 hour session.   He asked for a 2 hour session with serious ballbusting.  He said “he could take anything.”

“Anything” does not include my Testicle Sacrifice technique.  He knows that now.   But he quit after only 35 minutes. 

So sad.  How about you?   Can somebody survive 1 hour  of  my  new  technique?  Or 2 hours?   I want to know.   I really want to know.

Because I did not get to see

a) how hard it is to keep him hard after ice gel part of the session.

b) how big or small the orgasm will be

c) if a man really can be so strong so he doesn’t move and doesn’t make a sound in this style of session.

So,  hopefully soon you can make it to Bangkok.  And when you do , let me ask you….

Do you want to play a game?

Mistress Wael

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Wael’s GoFundMe | August 15th Birthday

My birthday is August 15th.

So far I survived 5 months of covid with only 1 femdom session.

I survived because my tiny perfume business sells 2-3 bottles a day.  Enough for food , enough to pay for my condo, and enough to keep my 2 daughters in school.

I wonder if  for my birthday my followers can help me grow my perfume business to be a little bit bigger.

My goal is to grow my inventory to 30 different fragrances with testers for each bottle.   15 perfumes and 15 cologne.

For 3 months I tried to sell at very small night markets , but I know I need to sell at a better place.  To do that I need to have more product to sell.   Also I need a good display and little things like price tags and business cards.

With no femdom sessions it is very very hard to survive and not possible to invest in more product.

My idea is to use my GoFundMe page this year so I can use real money and not gift cards to help my business.   Because I think covid will keep my country from allowing tourism until next year.

I don’t need a lot.   $1,000 would be enough.

With that much I can

a) have 30 products to sell with testers.

b) have a display table made so i don’t have to sell from the floor

c) pay the 1 month rent for a space in a nicer market

d) pay for the storage so I don’t have to pay for a taxi to carry my perfume suitcases there and back every day.

My goal is to increase sales to 5-6 bottles of  perfume a day to start and then I hope up to 10+ bottles a day.

My profit / bottle is 250-75  =  175 baht.    x  5  bottles/day = 875 baht sales.

875 baht – 375 space rental = 500 baht profit.

Yes it is not a lot.   But I can live on 500 baht/day until I can grow my business to the next level.   For sure I think I  can survive this covid shutdown.

Right now if I sell 2 bottles a day I make 350 but I have to pay 100 for the taxi and 100 for rent the space.  So I am trying for 1/2 year now to help me and my family survive on 150 baht/day.   $5/day in your money.

Very very hard to do.

I turn 40 on August 15th.  I’m excited

With exercise and lifting my kettlebell I am down to 58kg now.   When covid started in March I was 65kg.

I look at this year  …  a very hard year … like it  is a challenge to me.  Learning how to fight and survive and keep my family alive and my daughters in school is making me stronger.

But I miss all my customers.   I loved talking English with everybody after my sessions …  just as much as I enjoyed teasing them.

I think  you say “all in” right?   I was all-in on being the best Mistress I can be last New Year.   Now I am all-in on surviving with this perfume business.

I’m proud that I’m still alive and surviving because of my business.

I would like to do more than just survive.

Can you help me a little bit with trying to do that?

What can I give you in return?  Let me see.   How about 2 things?

1. When sessions start again – I hope next year – you can choose any cologne bottle you like when  you come see me for your session if you help out now.
2. I’ll send you the video folder link for any folder you like from my bdsm video collection.   Or all the links if you help me with $100 or more.

And/or let  me know how else I can pay you back?  Custom video?  Sexy sms chat?

Send you my dirty panties?   I run every night – around my condo 500 times like I lost my mind lol  – at the end my panties smell so so so bad.

I would love to tie you up and put them in your mouth and laugh at you when I tease you.   But  you’re not here     So I can send them to you instead … maybe video call you … and watch you suck them after they arrive.

I have lots of ideas.  Let me know yours.

Mistress Wael

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> OnlyFans | My more personal blog

My OnlyFans site is up and running :  https://onlyfans.com/mistressjaa   .   It’s  $20 / month.   I’m posting multiple times daily.  Plus live online domination.    This story is  going  to explain the how’s and why’s of what I’m trying to provide you and accomplish.

That I’m writing again, and posting to onlyfans daily,  means I can finally put the cancer scare and the condo move behind me  …  and start having fun for a change!!   Because, fuck,  what a year this has been eh?

No doubt, all this covid stuff happened because when I returned from Europe back in January I whispered to myself  that I wasn’t quite ready to resume sessons yet – that my mind needed  just a bit more vacation time away from my Mistress personality.

Because they both live together upsairs like a Dr.Jekyl and Mr.Hyde type of thing , and one can consume the other if I let my dominant Mistress tendancies to take over.

So there I was kneeling beside my little green cactus plant in January, praying to the Cult of the Golden Orb (see video below) that if “I could  just have a  bit  more  time off ,  geez  swell,  that’d be great.”

Since I was once “the lemon” (see video above),  my prayers get heard more often than not and so … due to  my  request I can confirm it was me and my request which brought covid to  the world …  only I thought it was  going  to  be for a few weeks or so.

That’s all I  asked for  ,  2 more weeks off at most.

Then I started rationalizing the length of the shutdown.  I began convincing myself that our normal lives would be back in May or June.

Which became July or August.

In  fact I  had  just finished emailing people  earlier  this  month  that we’d be doing sessions again in October or November.

I felt like Bugs Bunny drawing lines in the sand … egging on covid to “oh  ya?  cross this line.”

It was a combination of this Bugs Bunny memory and Faucci saying “xmas 2022 the world should be in a better place to manage the pandemic.”

2022? ! ? ! ?

See all those lines Bugs drew in the sand?   If  each  line represents a  month in time I thought  … thats about how long Ill be sitting  here  bleeding  money waiting for  this  to be  over.

So March begat April, and April begat May,  May begat June and all I did was sit in my condo ,  alone, wondering if the  next month would be better.

Then the pain in my chest started immediately worsening.

At first I  chalked it up to nervous anxiety from being alone in my condo for  days on end only making  human contact  with the  LineMan food delivery boy.   I had this feeling in my chest that inspired constant doom,  that 6th sense saying something bad’s about to happen , and at first I thought it was a mental manifestation brought on by my stress.

I still can’t write about June and July , suffice to say that  it was  just so awful that the best way to deal with it is to focus on the love I got from those of you kind enough to make it so that I’m cancer-free and ensure that I’ll be around for at least a while longer.   I can tell you that there’s absolutely nothing more humbling than receiving love when it’s least expected.   You guys know from all my stories just how much I’ve felt jaded by love,  being scorned time and time again has shaped me into the Dominatrix that I am today.  I guess I figured if I’m not worthy of a man’s love then fine I’ll  just flip the tables and make a living  out of using his lust against him.

So in fact, I have like the video below, a notch on my cane (1,000 in total) for every man I’ve gotten to B.F.O  (beg for orgasm) which is my way of of showing each and  every man just  how agonizingly good a relationship could be with their Mistress , before making their legs quiver and showing them the door.  Who knew that some of these same guys that I’d teased mercilessly … would in turn be the very same people who’d save my life.

Andy ______
Sat, Aug 1, 4:32 PM
to me 
 
Dear Mistress,

I’m writing to thank you again for Thursday night’s session. It took years – years – before I mustered up the courage to visit a domina, and your combination of dominance, compassion, intelligence, warmth, and intimacy went beyond anything I’d expected. So from the submissive bottom of my heart, thank you for taking the time.

When I walked out on Thursday night, everything felt like it had been a strange, beautiful, erotic dream. Like did that really happen? OK, the lingering pain in my left nipple told me it did, but fantasy had become reality, and that can sometimes be difficult to conceive of. When I waited for you in the lobby of your condo, nervous as hell, nothing could have prepared me for the sight of you. You looked even more elegant than I could have imagined. Your smile was angelic, but your attitude was pure dominance.

And after that, every experience – the softness of your breast wrapped in leather, the sweetness with which you spit water into my mouth, the divine smell of your panties draped across my face – was transcendent, absolutely mind-blowing.

So consider this a letter of my appreciation.

Worshipfully,

Andy

Then August hit and with it my first session in what felt like half a year.

I was so into that session!  That was a guy,  normal looking just like you, who walked into the condo of a girl so starved for conversation and a good time that I damn near raped the guy.  What I did to that guys’ mind surely isn’t legal in most countries around the world – And Arkansas.

Sexiness is a feeling, it  comes from within.   One of the curious things about me is I have an ability to go from as “plain Jane” as a woman can get when I’m feeling grungy , to damn near spectacular when I’m dressed up with make-up and atttitude.

Poor Andrew got his world flipped upside down that night.  I reckon he won’t ever have another girl give him an orgasm like the one I gave him that evening.

I slept that night feeling , mistakenly so, that things were about to return to the old normal.   And why not right?  I’d survived 4 months of this covid lockdown , recovered from my double breast cancer operation , and just had a great session.

But as more days in August ticked away I began to realize – finally –  that this covid thing is going to be around for a long long time.   I’m talking well into next Spring or Summer before there’s any hint of travel resuming into my country.

Thus, I had to sit down and make a very very hard decision.  It just made no sense to stay in my soi 11 condo ,  so chosen for your convenience , whilst there was no hope of any significant volume of femdom sessions coming through my door.

But I absolutely loved living in that condo.  I loved the spaciousness.   I  loved stepping outside into the heart of Bangkok’s nightlife and my favourite club Above 11 being right next door.

It took this one particular walk down my street at 10pm on a Friday night – where I was literally the only one on the road.   Mistress Wael took a video the next night – what would have  been  a  rocking Saturday night back in February – now  an empty walk from  my  condo  to  bts Nana.

In tears, I told my rental agent that I wanted to terminate the lease effective immediately.

I say in tears ,  but not because I  was sad , but rather I felt a sense of defeat.  Like for fuck sakes, I had just climbed  over a significantly tall mountain of adversity ,  only to clearly see that there were 100’s if not  1000’s more mountains ahead.

Anyone else hate moving as much as I do? pic.twitter.com/oB8B8Mu1kx

— ThaiGoddessJaa (@FemDom_Bangkok) August 10, 2020

By the way, I  have no idea why embedded Tweet’s  don’t show up in the blog as they used to  appear  ,  with the photo intact.   I also don’t know why every blog post is dated by the most recent blog post’s date.  There is an update sitting in my website’s notification box saying that the website’s theme – named Sriking – has a  major  update  for download  …  but read this  …   (Due to major changes in WordPress (jquery related) updating without confirming all your plugins which use jquery are WP 5.5 compatible MAY BREAK YOUR SITE!)

See?

I don’t have the money to update the licence for my Gravity Forms, so I can’t install the theme update.   If one of  you is feeling generous and would like to buy this year’s licence for me ,  I’ll give you a major major discount to my onlyfans subscription website in return.  Deal?

Anyways, where was I?

Ah yes,  the move.  Fuck I hate moving.

For one,  I’m a tiny girl ok,  and moving 50 boxes by myself down one huge condo building and hauling them across the city only to drag them up to the top of another ridiculously tall condo is no easy feat.

I was going to move back home.   I had entertained the thought.  But so many Thai’s have done that,  just given up  and crawled back home in defeat that I just refused to raise covid’s white flag.

Ok so  move,  but to where?

This is where the onlyfans idea started to enter into the survival math,  because at the most I can rely on maybe perhaps one session per month only.   Yikes.

And I love writing.   I haven’t had a chance to write ,  do  photos or  make videos since March.   I just figured I’d make a bet that getting back to what I love to do –  producing content – will the roots of what will make this transitional period successful.

My onlyfans stream of content is a way to show who I really am,  my personality, my face,  my body,  my femdom methods ; and without fear because the true “me” is behind a small paywall.  Yay!

I don’t have  it  all  figured  out though.  One thing I’ve  always wanted to do is to be  able  to post  more  freely.

My unwritten rule for my website is to keep 70% of these blog stories femdom related , and no more than 30% of the stuff I write to be about me.

Truth is, 500% of my writing ideas are about me and the way I see the world ,  but I can’t post it.    I thought initially I could do that through  onlyfans but I can only hide videos and photos behind their  paywall,  I  can’t hide stories.

I’m looking into Gumroad later today as a way to do that , we’ll see.   My Kindle store is still without a book ,  that’s going to change as well.

So let’s talk about onlyfans and what I’m going to be posting there and here.  Photo above is my onlyfans profile banner.   It’s  me as a  Mistress.   But I intend to make my onlyfans page oh so much more than me acting as Mistress “Jaa”.  It’ll be a whole separate blog.

There was a time, from 6 to 3 years ago ,  where I posted here every day on the blog.   Then things got entirely too busy.  2 sessions per day ,  every day, for the last three years.   With the cancer scare and the big condo move behind me, this is an opportunity to get back to doing that.

Mistress Wael is sitting beside me here,  we’re in the ‘games lounge’ of my new condo at the foot of Punnawitti bts station , and we’re having a business meeting of sorts.   Gotta admit,  we spent the first hour here playing pinball, air hockey, and foosball in this games room, then the 2nd hour was spent naked in the steam room and in the pool.   Yup naked.  True it raised a lot of eyebrows but hey, this isn’t my neck of the woods and staying here is a temporary thing, so frankly I don’t give a rats ass what anybody thinks, and it feels great to carry such an attitude.

But now we’re getting down to business , and here’s what we’ve agreed to do going forward.

1.   A blog story each and every day , alternating days, with no more than a two day break from writing.  Starting today with this one,  that’s 30 stories a month until travel resumes around the world.

2.  A Kindle book written and published by the 1st of every month,  again –  until travel resumes around the world,  with the first one being published October 1st.

3.  Photos ,  Videos and daily thoughts posted on our onlyfans account every day  – and if you guys like it, i’ll do it perpetually.

4.  Since I’m a night owl  and most  of  you  are in Europe or USA/Canada , I’ll be on onlyfans to reply to Direct Messges –  for those who tip – from about midnight.

5.  There’s a “Go Live” option on my onlyfans page.   I ‘might’ entertain doing this, if the tips to do so are significant enough.   Truth be told, online domination is wholly new to me.   What I’d prefer is to  find a volunteer femdom slave who’d Wael and I would tease and control live on camera.  We’ll see.

6.  Whereas before femdom sessions were only conducted at my place ,  I understand some of you who are still in Bangkok might not want to make the BTS trip to Punnawitti station – 2 stops beyond Wael’s place at On Nut.   Therefore, until I’ve moved back to my soi 11 abode, I’m now open to hotel visits.

In fact,  I’d probably say I’d prefer doing my bdsm sessions at  your hotel or condo,  simply because my new condo is so small compared to my old one.    I mean, it does have a majestic 30 foot window on the 38th floor which presents a spectacular view of  the city , and  it is designed somewhat  like  an  American loft.   But it  feels like a thin slice of brick cheese living here.

Yes,  there’s these impressive stairs that traverse 30 feet upward to my tiny bedroom –  and we could hold the teasing part of our sessions there – but you’d probably have the same feeling I have once you’re on the bed  …  like you’re on the precipice of falling 10,000 feet to your death as the far side of the bed is pushed tight up against the crystal clear ceiling to floor window on the 38th floor.

Downstairs , there’s a sofa fit for 2, a tiny coffee table, a tv , and a ladder.   Yup, a ladder.

I had to climb  that fucking  thing 500 times this week to store  all the stuff that won’t fit  in  this place.

Because  that’s  what  this condo  is  bascially,  air.  They’re selling air.   No word of a lie  –  I  could throw a baseball as high up  as I could  in  my  room  –  and  there’s no  way  in hell it’d hit the ceiling.  It’d  be fucking awesome if I could  get a contractor in  here  and  find  a way  to  suspend you guys from the ceiling  though.   Alas, I’ll  probably go with  tying you to this ladder here and finish you  off on the bed.

The facilities though,  wowza.    There’s a climbing wall on the roof – one that I intend to poke you slaves in the balls with a bamboo pole as  I make you try to climb it.

There’s a running track  on  the  roof  as well,  so you’ll  be sitting there on the grass waiting for  me  to get  all  nice  and  sweaty as I run  –  just so you can suck and lick my smelly shoes,  socks and  feet thereafter.

Arita,  Wael and I shot hoops yesterday on what has to be the highest basketball court in the city.   I’d  like to say I was the female iteration of Michael Jordan , but you’ll see in the video I’m far from.

And that’s the point of my OnlyFans page.

Whereas for most of you just reading about  the new place and imagining me shooting hoops is  and  has been  fine  enough,  for those of you who want to actually see Wael and I walk you through the facilities of the new condo ,  see what I’m  talking  about regarding the 30feet window in my tiny loft,  and see me shoot  hoops ,  you can see all three videos plus the Tease & Denial video I  posted earlier over on my onlyfans page.

That’s just today.  It’s going  to be like that  every day.    There will  be a story here on the blog , and if  that’s enough  for  you,  that’s great.   For those who  want more ,  you can  really get  to  know me through  my onlyfans page,  and if you want to delve even deeper  into the “getting to  know  me”  experience, you can  even go live with me  over on  onlyfans once we’ve agreed on an appropriate tip amount.

Folks,  that’s how I envision being able to stay and live in Bangkok.

Oh  sure, I have my small shop at the market where Mistress Wael sells her perfume, (please donate a dollar or two to help her gofundme out ) and  it’s there that I’ll be selling all my Gucci , Versace and Victoria Secret line of used clothes for pennies on the dollar.    Yay 

If I’m lucky that’ll  pay for food.  Onlyfans  will  pay  for  my rent and expenses.    And  the  1 session per  month will be my spending  money.   That’s the plan!

And if this onlyfans idea takes off ,  and  I  become a writer/video content provider  ,  well then  –  the sky is the limit isn’t it?

Now if you’ll  excuse  me,  I’m going back to see how  many men I can get to show up at the steam room to see me naked every night  at 8pm , haha 

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Like I  said in  yesterday’s blog,  sometimes I just don’t  have anything genuinely sexy to write  about because my mind is fixated  on  some  other random  thought … and that I’ve been  hesitant to write about those  kinds of  things because there needs to be a ratio of  70% – 30% kept of sexy stories to my random thoughts.

So because I’m  adhering to my promise  of Wael or I  posting  a story every single day until covid’s travel restrictions are lifted  … you’re getting a look at what today’s fixation was instead of  reading something hot and sweaty.

I was on the bts skytrain coming back to my  condo  with Mistress Wael at about 6pm this evening and  we were discussing what kind of  video we could shoot since we had actual contact with a foreigner willing to be a slave in our OnlyFans movies.

Then I paused as I suddenly realized that in a packed skytrain car – we were the only ones talking.

The only sound other than  us  talking was the roar of the train as  it  moved  along the tracks and the dopler effect on the ears as we shot past every building.

I stared up and down our car , or  tram or whatever  you call a bts segment of a train.  Every single person was fixated on their phone.

I counted.  101 people in total.

All , except Wael and I , were fiddling with their mobile screen.

All were wearing masks.

All the masks were the green surgical masks,  all 101 of them including ours.

And  it got me to thinking.

When I first returned from Sydney some 12 years ago people talked incesently on the bts.  I’m vividly remembering how much it annoyed me my first day back in the city  , just the constant blabbering back and forth about whether grandma had kicked the bucket or not and other trivial conversations.

8 years ago they put a TV monitor in every car (again, don’t know what to call a bts segment) and 1/2 the people would sit and stare at 20 minutes of advertisments on that TV  while the other 1/2 would still chit chat away.

About 6 years ago 1/3 of  the  people were connected  to and  staring at their phones  , 1/3  were  watching advertisments on the tele , and the remaining  1/3 were yapping away with one another.

Starting around 3 years ago , 75% of the people were talking on their phones  … whispering into the mic dangling from  their necks as they pressed  their chins deep into their windpipes like  some new species  of bird.   25%  of the folks still sat and stared at the  adverstisments.   0% of the commuters were having a  face to face conversation.

Last year 100% of the people had mobile phones.   0% were staring at the televison.   Nobody was having a conversation.  50% of the people had chins buried into their windpipes whispering to their boyfriend thru their airpods, and the remaining 50% were playing games  or fiddling with a social app  of some sort.

And  now?

Silence.

Nobody talks.   No conversations.  No phone calls.   No airpods.  Just pure conformity.

100%  of the people wear masks.   100% are interfacing with  an  app on  their phone.

And I remember Elon Musk on Joe Rogan’s podcast saying that next year, 2021 , his NeuraLink company will have their first clinical trials completed and with that the first human – machine interface unit will exist.

When I heard him say that I had a reaction along  the lines of “wow, we’re really not ready for a technological leap like that … to be hooked  up to  our  phones by way of wires in our brain … people won’t go for that.”

Then today, I  had a  totally opposite opinion,  and I was aware of how much my view of the world  and where  it sits has  changed in just one year.

Because I thought about all the change I’ve seen just on the same bts  “car” over  the past decade , and how  humans are just not comminicating like we used to with actual people standing next to us.

My next thought was what I wrote  in  my story  yesterday … that the reason I moved out here to Punnawiti area is that I now believe all the epidimiologists that  I follow on Twitter … that this way  of living  …  social distancing … will be here well into 2022.

But we’re already social distanced.   We’re disconnected more than ever from this world … and more connected to the world in our phones.

I graduated in English from a Thai University 12 years ago , and in my final year I wrote a paper on how we’ve evolved from an oral-aural society to something much less effective.  My professors were morons.  Except one.  A Canadian teaching in my university.

I used to sit in Dr.Green’s office and talk about communication from the afternoon  until evening classes began.  Everybody in my lecture hall was convinced I was blowing him to get A’s on every test and paper.  Not true.  I finished with a B and not a drop of cum in my mouth.  “One day” he said to me “we’ll be consumed by the media we choose to comminicate with.  We won’t talk, we’ll just interface and evolve into something else.”

I’m not  going to bore you by regurgitating my paper  back at  you  but  in a nutshell  I was arguing that the way  we  used  to communicate … by gathering around tribal campfires and telling stories as that was the only way information  was passed on  before writing was introduced … so like I’m talking 4,000 years ago  or even before that.  There was a pureness in communicating  like  that, just as  there was a pureness in writing when  it was  first disseminated.

For instance, I got a great kick out  of  the term “send a Raven” (with a note tied to its claw) in Game of Thrones.

This  is the year  everybody suddenly realized how powerful social media and its apps can be.  You don’t dare say a bad word towards any group , anywhere these days.   Social media …  (groupthink) … will tear your life  to shreds if you do.   Which brings me to  Marshall McLuhan.

“the nature of a medium (the channel through which a message is transmitted) is more important than the meaning or content of the message.”

That medium used to be newspapers.

Now it’s apps on our phones.

Once we’re physically connected to our phones en masse… not just visually like I saw today … who knows what that next medium will be.

But I have a feeling … judging by how quickly we’ve interfaced with our phones … that said medium is a year away  , two at most.

Of all days in my life that I’ve left my condo to go outside, today was the worst  I’ve ever  felt about doing  so and  by extension,  today was  the  worst I’ve ever felt about the past as I knew it ever returning.

And I”m only beginning my 30’s.   I can’t imagine the changes somebody like Wael’s kids – 14 years old will see.

There.   That’s a tiny snapshot into my mind and how it  works  or what it  thinks about.  Posting something hot to my blog is a hell of a lot easier than trying to get you guys to understand my insecurities by way of thought process.

Wael’s posting tomorrow.  I”m posting Saturday … and it’ll be about something not, promise    Meanwhile, we’re both posting every 6 hours something new to our onlyfans video & photo blog.  Check it out , something there  is sure  to give  you an erection!

xx

“Find a need ,  and fill it” …  is  what Mistress Jaa likes to say to me.

I think I found a need.   But is it only me who thinks the way I do about it?

Every golden shower  video I  study  …  every toilet slave video I study  …  and in every anal pegging video  –  the slave is a perfect slave.   It  is like the slave made the video for himself  to  show off  how good  he can swallow anything or how  loose  his  ass is already.

I can tell you for sure 90% of my sessions are not like that.   Me?  I love the “terrible high pitched screaming” like he says in Jaws …

If  I  get an email and the ‘slave’ is confidant and loves to show off all his experience I almost never book him.

I am looking for the beginner slave.    The slave who is  shy and scared  or  not sure he wants to do  it  but he “has to know” and will say to me  “Mistress Wael I  have to try I have no choice.”

Do you know why I like a  slave  like  that to sample my  fart,  my  pee,  my poo  and  my  strap  on?

Because I love the kicking,  the screaming , the struggling ,  the choking and the begging me to stop.

I  love to see a slave jump  out  from under me  and put his head in  the toilet  to spit  out  … and then drink  the water  in  the  toilet to clean  his mouth.

When a slave sleeps over or I stay overnight at his hotel  … he sleeps with his nose  in  my ass  … and I try not to laugh but I get so excited  when I have to fart and I know he will hate it.

I feel I had an amazing session when the slave begs me to stop.

And the best feeling is seeing the slave come back to see me again after he failed in the  first  session ,  because he is addicted to humiliation.

Because I love humiliation I am not surprised when I giggle so often.

When men struggle , I love my session even more.

I  don’t  know why I am like this?   But i know I’m bored watching “perfect” fart videos,  or “perfect” toilet training videos.

So the thing I want to have and promote the most  …  because no Mistress does it  … is to have a collection of videos about beginner toilet slaves  …  who are learning but are not close to perfect.

The fun is in teaching.

Who likes somebody that is perfect all the time  … at something almost nobody else can do.

Does not make sense right?

Mistress Wael

Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Zebra Can’t Change It’s Stripes

I wanted to get  laid this week.    I  thought I  was going  to  get  laid.   The pussy trap ,  I thought,  had been set properly,  and it was just a  matter of reeling the  shark in ,  ie: get him  back  to  my  new condo.

But I didn’t get laid,  somewhere along the line I fucked up because the shark swam away.

Ya  you  read  that  right, once the metaphors  have been  tossed  in  the  toilet  it  reads  as  such : “the hot dude didn’t want to fuck me.”

So let’s put on our nerd slayer super sleuth dectective’s Fedora hat , turn up the collar on our Private Eye style raincoat ,  and slither back into the  shadows with me  as we dissect just what went wrong last night.

When you’ve spent nearly a decade as a Mistress,  both a dominator and seductress of men –  certain personality traits subconsciously float to the surface like tiny champagne bubbles.   Have too many of those bubbles pop and fizz around a normal gentleman and his instincts will no longer lay dormant.

That’s what happened last night for in just being “me” I set off too many ‘male alarms’ on a TinderMale (basic boring unsophisticated boring guy) and it took a conversation with Wael and her date , back at my condo to realize all the things I did –  which  a  normal girl wouldn’t do.

It was a double date,  me and my first date with a guy called Ian were to meet up with Wael and one of my other submissive guys who begged me to be Wael’s ‘date’ so he could feel like a cuckold at dinner.

He had been warned to sit quietly , chime in when necessary,  but never to drop a converstion hint about my Mistress life.

It was Alex, Wael’s dinner companion, who caught on  back at  the condo that I was flustered, hyper, and somewhat beside myself.

“You really liked him, huh?” he said.

“No” I replied as i kicked off  my shoes violently and watched them fly high into the air of my cathedral like living roomm,  “I just wanted to fuck him” and I glanced up the 30 foot staircase leading to my bedroom in the clouds of my 38th floor condo.

“umm no, that wasn’t going to happen” he said  boldly.

See the cool thing  about  guys who play the  part  of  the  submissive is that they’re quite tuned in to both how normal interactions between men and women go  down  ,  and  how they unfold from a dom/sub perspective.   You guys are like superman and Clark Kent , all observing and all  knowing , just sucking in this excess information human interactions are presenting  you  with because that’s  your  hidden superpower.   Color me jealous.

“Why what did I do wrong? I asked.

“Oh, plenty”  said superman ,  quite smugly, back at me.

Then he started firing off rapid style questions and answers like we were on a game show.

“Did you choose that restaurant or did  he?”

“I did.”

“Did he present an alternative place?”

“Yes.”

“Did you insist on your restaurant?”

“Yes.”

“Did you set the meeting time?”

“Yes.”

“Did you instruct him where to meet you?”

“Of course ,  I….”

“Did you arrive first?”

“Ya I always….”

“Because Wael ,  you  and me were waiting for him on the chairs outside the place for 5 minutes remember?”

“Yes.”

“Do you remember what you did when he arrived?”

To that question I paused.   It’s true, I demand punctuality.   My uncle, when I was sent to live with him taught me three rules to live by.   Arrive 15 minutes early.  Do more than you’re asked to do.  Stay late, and be the last one to leave.

So naturally I was the first to arrive,  15 minutes before anyone else because that’s what I’ve been conditioned to do.

The problem is that tardiness is  laughed off with a  joke or silently tolerated by most women,  whereas I ,  ummm, am more verbal when displeased.

“I told him he was late , maybe in a mean tone is all , right?”  I said,  questioning my actions.

“and?” Alex probed further as he comfortably put his feet on my coffee table ,  obviously enjoying this dissection of my mannerisms.   Noted,  but – next session he’s going to pay for putting his feet up  like that without asking.

“And, um,  nothing” but I bit  my cheek  as  I replied because I  was  thinking  there probably was “something” else I did which Alex no doubt had detected with his superpowers.

“You pinched his chin,  Italian style, and firmly too.”

I laughed.   “So?”

Alex laughed in return.  “So .. that moment was your first time meeting him,  ya?”

Aw fuck.  True,  we  had only texted until that point.   Ok so maybe pinching a new guy by the chin in  disgust isn’t as normal as a firm hello-hug  ,  but he arrived late dammit!!!

I was intrigued  though,  “what else, anything else?”

“Oh, tons.”  he smiled and  offered a gesture of  his  hand  that had “get the  fuck  out  of  here,  are  you  kidding me” message  attached  to  it.

My eyes looked skyward,  searching my databanks for whatever it was I  could  have  done over dinner to make  my pussy as pissed  off  at  me as  she  is now.   My  search however came  up empty, I  truly am  oblivious to my actions.

Picking up   on my empty databank search Alex -I could see , was preparing this whole charade of letting out bits of information on a need to know basis ,  and seeing how well sunken into my chesterfield he was with his feet stretched out over the air and pearched on the coffee table,  I sought means to extract information in a much quicker fashion.

ie:  I reached down and grabbed his balls , sinking my nails deep into the skin and whispered ever so romantically into his ear  “blurt out a list of the things I did to be stuck  here with  you  instead of him.”

Thus he began to recount his list  …

“He wanted to order pizza , you wouldn’t let him.   You made a recommendation and coreced him into ordering something he didn’t really want.

I was tempted to comment  on  that  as I know the pizza’s at the place aren’t  good value when comparing  the size  they give  you  to the  price  , but I let  him continue as I was enjoying watching him try  to  speak  through  gritted  teeth.

“He kept caressing your shoulder and hair over and over and as he did your mood changed.”

Ok, I don’t like being touched without permission  ,  and over – touching a girl is a sign of insecurity,  but whatever.

“He tried to sample your cream tortollini and you scraped it off his fork laughing  …  umm,  because that’s a huge no-no.”

“Go on” I said laughing cuz its true,  you just don’t go encroaching on my food’s borders without signing off  on a trade agreement  that’s in my favour.

“Umm, he ordered his favorite wine without asking you if you liked it , and  he initiated the ‘cheers’ and tapped your glass last.”

Fucking perceptive this Alex boy is.   He’s well trained by me I’d say.

“You tugged his hair …twice ,  and  slapped  his ass after dinner also twice …  uh,  guys might find  that  aggressive  on a  first date.”

Ok, ok, but agressive is my middle name, anyways I digress.

“At dinner you , sorry,  again twice brought up 50 Shades of Grey and when we were talking about that comedian Bill Burr’s premise about female psycho robot’s and you said many times you’d spank his ass for talking like that.”

“So?” I interjected.

“So, you keep bringing up bdsm topics and talk like spanking a guy’s ass is no big thing … and then after dinner you go and … yup , spank his ass.”

“Anything else” I mumbled, rather dejected that everything he had said was quite  true.

“Sorry but,  you reacted pissed off when he divided the bill in half and then half again for you to chip in.  Ungodly no no Mistress.”

I rolled my eyes, kinda saying “obviously.”

All that.    I did all that in 1 simple hour over dinner.

This my friends, is  why i’m 33 and still single, layin’ on the sofa alone  – again.   Imagine if you will … a whole day ,  or week , or month with me.    Now,  close your eyes and let the priest’s word “forever” sink into your brain like I let it sink into mine when thinking  about  wedding vows.

Ya,  not gonna happen.  The only ring I’m ever getting is  the one around my anus from guys sucking  on it  too hard.

See, this is why the only way I can have sex is to wait for a  hot  guy to  book  me for  tease & denial , tie him to a  chair,  and jump on his dick while putting my  hands tightly over his mouth so he can’t complain.

Then fuck the shit  out  of him for 20 seconds  or  so,  and  send  him  on  his  way sans orgasm.

To me,  that idea is ludicrous.   But I just know 1000 readers out there are acting  like they’re in grade one with their hands frantically raised ,  waving back and forth  violently whilst screaming   out  “me , me  , me,  ,  me  , me  please,  me.”

Sigh.

I’d say I’ll change.  I’ll be normal … if it gets me handsome dick as a reward.

I’d say I’d act normal  or  even  maybe  act the part of the submissive innocent but oddly hot girl ,  just so the evening ends with my face mushed into a pillow and my ass in the air being both penetrated and spanked.

But they say a zebra can’t change it’s stripes.

That’s fine, Zebras don’t have access to vibrators, I  do!

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Foot Worship Fantasy | Mistress Wael

I’m at ‘Jaa’s’ condo … at the pool.   I just ran 1 hour and did squats with a LifeFitness bag.

I  am thinking it would be wonderful to have a submissive boy here to smell and lick these sweaty feet.

And hold my towel.

And get me water.

Then put coconut oil on my toes and suck it off  …  then put more on again.

If nobody was looking I  would  make you bend over so I can put  my oily toe in your ass.

Then make you smell my  toe  and lick it clean.

I would do  that  to  you about 10 times again  and again.

Beside this pool is nice soft green grass.   How lovely to walk on it bare feet.   The sign here says “Please Clean Your Feet Before Entering the Pool.”

I don’t have to worry about that  …  I  have  your tongue right?

You don’t  mind  to lick the grass  and dirt from my foot yes?

Or should I clean the dirt on my toe inside your ass?   Maybe that is  what your ass is really made for  … to clean my toes.   You think?

You can put me on your shoulders and walk over there  …  left  … to the plants at the end of the pool beside the jacuzzi.

I will wrap my legs around you and sit behind your back.   Playing with your cock in the pool.   Just to make you very hard  …  so I can send you to walk back with your hard cock and bring me  my water.

Let the girls at the pool laugh at you.   Today only two girls here … but enough to make your  ears red when they laugh.

You have my water?  Thank you.

Now get  on your  hand  and  knees and shiver in  the water so I can rest  my  feet  on  your back.

I like when you shiver.   It  feels like a massage chair  for  my feet.

Nobody uses the steam room here in  the afternoon.   Only me.

I’m waiting for Jaa  to  put  on  her  makeup  so we can  shoot sexy movies for our OnlyFans photo video blog.   We  have to kill 20 more minutes.

Want to come to the girls steam room with me?   Want to eat my pussy in the steam?

Wait.  I want to wipe my sweaty feet on  your  tongue again.   The  steam  room  is  so hot.   My body has so much sweat.  How will you  keep up  to  lick it  all  off  for  me?

Ah ok,  Jaa is ready for  her  photo shoot.

We shoot every 2nd day here.   You  will  be here to worship  me feet in  48 hours yes?

Good boy.  I  thought  so.

Mistress Wael

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Dick Rating Service | Competition

Dick Rating Service | The Rules

I’m offering a Dick Rating Service this week on my https://onlyfans.com/mistressjaa   blog this week ,  just for shits ‘n giggles.

What pray tell  is a dick rating service you may ask?

In my Dick Rating Service  …  I’m going to rate your dick on a scale of 1-10 in 5 different categories, with a maximum possible score of 51.  The Dick Rating Service winner will be announced not this Sunday but the next one … over on my onlyfans blog via a mention in next Sunday’s blog post here.

Men are impressed by their sword , so  much so  that I  think most would consider it  a work  of art  ,  worthy  of  a  space in the Louvre museum.

If you’re so impressed by your own manhood,  how about submitting it for a competition?   Is your dick truly the cock of the walk baby?

Dick Rating Service | Criteria

a) Chastity.   Straight off the bat,  if you can produce a photo of your dick locked in a chastity –  with a note on top saying Mistress Jaa’s Pet – you instantly get a full mark, so you’re starting off at 1/50 , and its only up from there right?

b) Length and Angle of Attack at full mast.  Unheld by your hand – I want to be impressed not only by its length but equally by how vertical your dick can get – so if you can get  your cock head to touch your belly button or extend beyond it (wow) …  full marks baby.

c) Thickness.  I’m partial to guys who “never hit bottom but bang the fuck out of the walls on its way in and out.”  So if you’ve got girth –  you’ve got a shot to win.

d) Cumshot volume.   I want a photo of your mess on a dark coloured floor so I can determine volume.

e) Prettiness.  If your dick looks like it belongs in the store front window of a Dildos-R-Us Sex Toy shop , then damn I want to see your model dick in a photo.

f) Pubic hair.   I’m not telling you my criteria  on this,  you’ll  just  have to guess.  I suggest you don’t use the same photo as your hard on photo ,  your dick might block your pubes if you’re able to get it vertical.   Two separate photos in that case would suffice.

Each category will be graded on a scale of 1-10.

With a bonus point if you can produce the chastity and note as mentioned in a) above.

Submit 1 or 2 photos via text message on our onlyfans chat dialogue.

The winner’s cock will be the one I look at on my phone while pushing my silver bullet vibrator into my clit.  I’ll also do an online domination session with the winner where you’ll be instructed how to pump that beautiful dick of yours 

Punishment

If in my dick rating service | competition …  your cock scores less than 20 your punishment will be as follows:

a) If you are  the  owner  of  a  chastity device, you’ll be locked up for a  period  of no less than 14 days and will have to apologize in writing and beg for your ugly duckling  to be set free.

b) Those without chastity will upon their next session be required to withstand 1 love tap by way of kicks to your balls … for EVERY point you finish away from 50.  ie:  If  you score a lowly 10, you’re getting 50-10 =  40 love tap kicks that you’ll need to count out loud to.

jaa4u Readers

You’re welcome to participate in the dick rating service | competition  if you’re not over on my onlyfans blog  … but you should be because I’m posting all day, 24/7 , photos , videos and stories  … and I’m online to chat with you around midnight Bangkok time.

But say you can’t  , you’re married and she checks your phone bill (#whippedhusband (whip-whoosh-03)) … email me the required photo but note that your final  score will have 10 full marks deducted … which could put you into the Punishment category above!

Dem’s da rules boys.   May the best dick win  !!

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Soaked to the Boob

We’re  (Wael and I)  shooting  every third day  for our  onlyfans blog  –  which is  doing  amazing  by the way, more  on  that later.    As  per  usual, Wael  shows  up at about  2pm  and  goes  for  a swim  while  I  put on my best  makeup  and dig up three or four  sizzling  hot  outfits for the photos and videos  we’re  about to shoot.

Now I don’t  ever do nudes  ,  but I  had a few requests for some ‘ungodly hot’ photos that I was  going  to  send  privately and therefore to add  that  extra  level  of  “holy  shit”  to  my  photos I  decided  to  go  black partially seet through dinner dress without bra or panties.   But by the time Wael came up to  my ‘penthouse’ condo (tongue in cheek as it’s on the top floor with no other similarities) we had lost the ambient sunlight that was supposed to shine through my room’s 30 foot window  – through  my dress  – and light  my  junk  on  fire for the camera  lens.

“We’d better hurry  and  shoot  outside before that hits us”  I  said,  pointing to ominous black clouds that were quickly rolling in.

By the time the elevator doors  to the fifth floor swimming pool opened  it had already begun to rain and the wind was  starting  to kick up.   I got Wael to capture the  ambiance of  the rain as I walked in front of the camera showing off the curves of my ass for my Twitter and then  the rest of my body and face for our onlyfans subscribers.

The wind was whipping my hair around so though it was beginning to rain harder we stayed outside and I got her  to  take several shots of the wind playing with my hair and hoping the raindrops pounding my cleveage would make for an exciting shot or two.

Just as we stopped recording that brief five minute photo set there was a whoosh  – a big whoosh – if I  could write  it  it’d be as dramatic as the word effects in Dr.Seuss’s Green Eggs & Ham.  WHOOSH ,  and right  in front of  us one of  those  white sun bathing chairs was lauched into  the pool as if Luke Skywalker had force pushed it himself.

As if somebody turned the shower handle to the “Ludicrous Pressure” setting , rain began to fall sideways instantly soaking us and we made a dash for the  door leading  to  the common sitting room / kitchen and from within  watched  lawn   chair  after lawn  chair get tossed into the pool.

She looked  at  me and I  at  her ,  we both rolled our eyes agreeing silently that the photo shoot wasn’t going to happen at all.   The rocking thunder that blasted our  ears  a  second  later confirmed that thought and she rightfully so –  said her  goodbyes and caught the condo’s songtaew to the bts before the storm worsened.

And worsen it did.

The moment I opened the door  to my condo and flicked on the lights  … which sit 30 feet above me on  top of  that massive cathedral ceiling  … I realized that the room was still 90% dark at 3pm, even with  those lights on.    There was a  “clack clack clack” sound coming from the balcony door and I saw that my clothes drying hanger had capsized to the left and  the wind was banging the pole against the metal over and over  … clackity clack , clackity clack.

I opened the door to grab my soaking wet clothes and I maybe got a small idea of what a fire’s backdraft might feel like as my ears popped  and the wind punched me a step backwards.  Yes, punched, that’s what it felt like.

So  you know  that  scene in The Wizard of Oz where Dorothy sees the tornado approaching and there’s an immediate sense of urgency and stress about her?  I tried slamming  the balcony door closed but the wind was  keeping it  well  ajar  while the horizontal rain was pelting my eyes  so  hard I could barely see.   Finally  I got  the  door  closed and was able  to  look out the window for  the first  time  … and   that’s  when that Dorothy effect  hit  me.

Outside ,  maybe 100 meters away,  was a cloud blacker than death screaming towards my window.  Scariest thing I’ve ever seen  in my  life,  hands down.

The lights flickered, and there was a Green Eggs and Ham Crack.   Not a rumble, and certainly not a booming sound,  but a crack that sounded like hell had opened up outside my 38th floor window.

For a second I sat on the fence about whether it’d be wise  to  take the elevator down and risk a power outage or to make the 15 minute decent down the stairwell.

I say a second because about two seconds in  total after that crack was blinding white light.

5 minutes.   I made it down those stairs in five minutes flat,  maybe 4 because I was leaping down seven  maybe  eight  steps  at a time using  the  handrail to cushion the landing.

I  pushed the ground floor big blue wooden door open to find myself beside a book room which I never knew existed until that  very moment.   I strode through the book  room and into the pool  room  – also seeing that for the first time.

The first door I  happened  across needed   my key card which i pulled out  of my tiny silver hand purse and I opened  the  door …. to the lobby – where no less than … oh say 25 people were taking shelter in as well.   Including the condo workers who were running in  and out to collect the fallen trees  I’d say there were  about 40 in total.

And  all were staring at me.

Why?  Because I was still wearing my black see through photo shoot dress  – which was soaked to the boob  – because I still wasn’t wearing panties or a bra.   My nipples  were saying  hello to  all  the  men  there  louder than I could  ever possibly  speak.

‘Click.’  The door sealed shut behind me.

Instantly about 10 men accompanied by their girlfriends were dragged by their ear further down the hallway , way past the elevators to the secondary lobby.

Behind me,  I shit you not, the 20 feet tall  decorative trees were bending horizontal from the wind and one by  one  were being toppled over and blown like wooden spears along the condo’s driveway  … the sound of the huge metalic pots they had been  housed in creating an ungodly screeching sound as they were blown by the hurricane* like winds.  (I’ve never been  in a hurricane, but that must have been a taste of what it must feel  like.)

Not one man paid any attention to the javelin trees hurtling along the ground being chased by 10 Thai workers in hot pursuit.    Nope.   Every eye was firmly trained upon either my soaking wet nipples peeking out from thin wet black fabric …  or they were gawking at the lips of my pussy thanks to my wet dress clinging to them like they were molded to my junk.

One hour, that’s how long that storm lasted in all  its violence.  Not one man left that lobby.

In  fact,  more joined.  By the time 4:30pm rolled around there must have been a hundred guys in the lobby  …  and  30 or so more in what was now the impromptu “couples only lobby” down the hall.

I’ve never seen such sad faces as when the rain suddenly let up and the skies brightened.

Fast forward to this  morning ,  I’d been  up all night learning photoshop and color correcting the few photos we had taken that come 7am I  realized I  still hadn’t  eaten since Wael had arrived at 2pm the day before.    I was crazy hungry , but rather than cook  in my  tiny kitchen I figured nobody  would be in the huge common kitchen downstairs.

So I grabbed some eggs from the fridge and headed  downstairs to cook.   This mom comes in with her son, about 6 years  old  maybe , he’s off to school no doubt.    But she sees  me , and  I’m wearing tshirt and jeans – she does an emergency 180 degree turn and a second later is nearly dragging the kid down the hallway to get away from me.

I smiled.  Why?   Two reasons really.   For one, that was pretty  much the same reacion every  parent had when they saw me coming  to say hi to their kid after or before school.  And two , I knew from that moment on I’d probably have that kitchen  all to myself every day for the next 11 months.

So who wants to  come over for  eggs? 

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Ass to Ass

I was watching the ending of Requiem for a Dream – the “ass to ass” scene:

From a girl’s perspective,  it should be one of the most dreadful scenes to  watch ,  but I’ve always been turned on by that last 5 minute sequence.

In fact,  it’d be hard to get  and  stay  wet  because all   the other cutscenes from  other drug  abusers endings were  definitely disturbing,

So I’d be rewinding it on YouTube with  one  hand controlling the remote by playing it  over  and over while my other hand was  down my pants scratching pussy.

And you see how they cut the nightmare endings of different abusers lives together , well my mind started putting together scenes like that from my life and bdsm sessions.

I’d mentally cut from the day I had brown chunks fly out of a slave’s ass all over my stomach – to the time I made two guys do ass-to-ass for me and Wael , and then I’d rewind back to all the times I filmed original Jaa and ladyboy Natty spitroasting slave after slave.

And then, as my encyclopedic mind for films is apt to do, it made the leap from Requiem to Christopher Walken on Saturday Night Live, and after some sub-atomic fusion at the molecular level I somehow came up with this modified reinactment of a famous SNL scene:

Me: no, no that doesn’t work for me. I gotta have more ass to ass.

Submissive Slave: Look, can I just say one thing?

Me:: Say it baby, just say it.

Submissive Slave:: I’m standing here staring at bdsm legend Mistress Jaa

Me: The cock of the walk baby.

Submissive Slave:: And if Mistress Jaa wants more ass to ass, we should probably give her more ass to ass.

Me: Say it baby.

Submissive Slave: And ya maybe I am being selfish. But the last time I checked, I didn’t have a lot of sessions that feature ass to ass.

Me: I gotta have more ass to ass baby.

Submissive Slave: And I’d be doing myself a disservice and every member of this session if I didn’t fuck the hell out of this Ladyboy.

Me: Guess what? I got a fever. And the only prescription … is more ass to ass.

Submissive Slave: Maybe, maybe I’ll just leave and come back later and ….

Me: C’mon baby.

Ladyboy: Slave, wait. Why don’t you double down on that dildo right now … with me. Together.

Slave: You mean that?

Ladyboy: Yes.

Me: Babies, before we’re done here, y’all be wearing gold plated dildos.

So I’m looking  to order at  least  one  double ended gold plated dildo as  a  nod to myself for coming up with that idea.

Now who wants to perform for bdsm legend Mistress Jaa lmao.

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Face Sitting | 2 Style Dichotomy

The dichotomy of Face Sitting is that it  can  be  done in two  wholly  different  ways and be equally enjoyable.    The trick is in discovering which method turns you on  the most.

In Mistress Wael  and  I   you  have two polar opposite ways in  which  we  present FaceSitting as the fetish we’re to tease you with in a  FemDom session.

I was just  discussing on my OnlyFans blog with which mistress this submissive follower he  should book  his session and he was surprised at just how differently I had described each of  our last  sessions,  so let  me do  that  for  you guys too.

Mistress Wael’s Style

Mistress Wael is 59kg whilst even when soaking wet I struggle to weigh in at 50.   Yes I have been blessed with an ass  so  curvacious that its geometry defies science and a set of perfect boobs to match.  But my arms are so tiny and brittle that if I bang it on something – like I did in our onlyfans wrestling video when  we fell off  the bed and crashed to  the  floor  –  I really get hurt easily.    I’m setting that visual up  in  your mind because when she sits on your  face  and  when  I  sit  on  your face ,  that 10kg difference in weight can feel like 100kgs ,  and that plays right into Wael’s favor.

See,  her love  of Face Sitting guys comes from suffocating them right to the point of making  them  twitch violently under her pussy to find a pocket of air  before  they  pass  out.

She  can  pull that off  because she’s a  touch heavier  than  I.

Truly, she derives great pleasure from laughing at her submissive gasping for air beneath her and she absolutely loves it  when the guy’s nose has a cut or bruise from bearing the full weight  of  her  body  distributed through her sharp pelvic bone.

When Mistress Wael talks about the fish market she ain’t referring to the one down by the river , rather –  the one between her legs.    She  has  a ‘fish count’ that ranges anywhere from a post-shower reading of 0 fish right upto maximum “i haven’t  showered in 2  days and I’m on my period” 100 fish rating.

Come session day  ,  you can guarantee a fish rating over somewhere over 80  –  whether you’ve asked for it to  be that  bad  or  not ,  and ur gonna get a nose  full  of  ammonia.

She  has  this  thing  about silence and gagging too.

Unlike my sessions , Wael demands silence – the “little boys should  be seen  but  not  heard” saying applies big time with her.   Compliance with that rule becomes infinitely easier when you  have  her panties and sometimes socks shoved into  your mouth  and you’re bearing the load of  her  body  on  your  mouth.

There have  been numerous times when I’ve sessioned beside her  and I’ve whispered  out  loud “holy shit,  let  him up” from  the  choking  and gagging sounds the slave  is  making  under  her.

That she’s playing with your dick  and  balls throughout the Face Sitting is almost inconsequential.   Yes, it  seems her guys  really  enjoy her hands ,  and truly their cum explosion is magnificent , but the struggle is what her guys enjoy the most.

Be it  struggling to breathe , or struggling with the pressure on the nose,  or whiffing the ammonia of her pussy , or dodging her farts whilst trapped under  her …  it’s all about the sruggle my friends.

My Face Sitting Style

Not so with me.

I’m a different sort of hell for you.

For starters,  I don’t face the  guys balls when I’m doing  Face Sitting , rather I enjoy facing the front so that I  can look  right  down  into  my  slave’s eyes and watch the will to resist drain slowly from his face.

I know , beyond  a shadow  of   a doubt,  that the view of looking up  at  my perfect  pussy and ass hovering just  out  of the reach of  your tongue is going to be a memory which  will  last  forever in your mind.

So I make it last.  I want that image hard  burned  right  into your memory bank.

I want to bend right down  over  your  face  too  so  you can get a good look at the underside of my boob’s  curvature  and  watch  your  eyes  dart  confusingly from  my cleavage to my pussy  , to my ass  , and back again.   Totally undecided as what to  worship first.

Like a new pilot trying desperately to land his plane in a ferocious cross wind,  I drift my pussy right over your mouth giving you an intensely close up view like that shot in Star Wars looking up at the massively impressive Imperial Star Destroyer.

Then  disastrously (?) my brown hole lands on  your  lips instead of my pink one , and  you feel  me  grab  you by your  hair and encourage you inside my  dankness  with  your tongue by pulling  your  head  up into  my ass.

I’ll whisper to you romantically that you’re pleasing me ever so much, and unlike Wael’s slave  who  are required to be quiet  , I want to hear  you  moan,  I  want to  hear  you beg , and I  want  to  hear how you’re falling  in love with  everything  about me.

The more verbal  you  are  about your desperation to sample every  part  of  my  body and soul ,  the more  you  become my  permanent pet.

Therein lays the difference.

Wael wants absolute humiliation out of  her Face Sitting sessions ,  and I want the absolute submission of  your  heart,   your lust, your dick,  your  balls  … i want to use my ass on your face to drain your willpower.

Which one is  better?

They’re equally effective techniques  to be sure.    She’s plaing  into  her  strengths  just  as  I’m playing  into  mine.

I  guess  it  depends  on  what  makes  your  dick  hard.   Some love humiliation.

For instance,  they  love going  out on a Mistress as a GF date with Wael , knowing that she’s wearing her strap-on out in public , and scouring the levels of a parking garage  looking for that perfect corner where she can fuck you right  there  and  then beside that parked Mercedes.

Sunday mornings  you can find Wael with her any one of her slaves at a sports bar , packed with guys watching the UFC fights   …  her feet up on the  table  and her slave sucking her toes with  his  ears  burning  in  humility.

She loves shit  like that.

I love making guys swallow down butterflies when I ask them to call me the day after a session  because I know  i  made  them  fall  in  love  with  me  the  night  before.

I  know  that  though  I gave a guys’ cock  a  huge  orgasm  yesterday evening  while my ass was filled with his nose ,  that until morning he’s been  home jacking  off  another  6-7 times  just  thinking  about how I  mind  fucked  him.

The luckiest people are  you guys.    You get to choose which Face Sitting method drives you the most insane.

Or perhaps  you don’t  choose.   Perhaps you opt for both  of  us at  the  same  time to  do  your Face Sitting with?

Then  you’re truly good and fucked.  lol

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Toilet Boy | Level 3 | Mistress Wael

Let me tell  you why  my  level  3 is the best  way to train a  toilet  boy once he  learned  already to  be  ok with the smell of my poo.

The full video showing how I  feed is on our OnlyFans blog.   Or you can gift me an Amazon Gift Card in whatever amount you like and I’ll send you the link.  Our  OnlyFans though is only $20 and we have 120  videos ,  500  photos,  posting every 3  hours 24/7.   If you  can’t use a  credit card though,  then Amazon Gift Card is  the  way to get your hands on the video to  follow along.

First, let’s review.  I wrote about Human Toilet Training and explained it before.

Level 1 is the easiest.  All I want to do is remove how shy he is from being my  toilet boy.

How to do that?   Just make the  toilet  boy  sit beside  me  every time I go  to the washrooom.

At first  all he has to do  is that …  sit and watch.   Hand me my  bum  gun  hose ,  hand me  my toilet  paper,  hand me a  towel,  and flush after me.

24/7  slaves learn  that early  with  me.   It is normal and will  be asked  to  do  that every  time from  day  1.

But some  toilet boy can only afford 1 session  a week.   So it takes time  for  him to know  that is what his job is , to help me in the  toilet.

It  is humiliating for him  to sit below me and watch me poo?   Yes  maybe.    But  also exciting no?  He  is learning finally how to do his fantasy.  Just takes time to  be  a real  toilet boy.

Level 2  is about learning  to smell my poo and be ok with it.   Dont  have to  love it.   Just be ok  with  it.    So dont cough, choke,  gag,  or  run away.

How do I  do  that.

I’ll  make him wipe  my ass.   So  I will not use  the bum spray sometimes.   Let  him get close and wipe  me after I am done.

When he is done wiping I stand up.   I  bend over.   Then I ask him to smell to  see if he  cleaned good or not.

Yes he   is  smelling the ass he just cleaned for me.   But it  still  has  a smell.   The toilet boy has  to  be ok with  that smell  before he  can go up next  level of smell.

Because next time when I poo I will  pull him  by his hair.    And push  him betwen my legs.   Above him I  will have  my  camera studio  light.   So he  can  see  into the  toilet  because  not dark.

He will  watch and feel me poo into  the toilet.   All  toilet boy slaves get  a  hard cock when I do this.  Then  I will hold him there  for  5  minutes and let  him  smell my  poo  in the toilet.

Sounds bad yes?  Not really.  My poo is under  the water  so the smell is maybe only 30%.   But  still  30%  is  up  from smelling my clean ass 20%.   Up slowly see?

After  he  is  ok with  that ,  like you see in my bobbing for apples story  … he will bob.   I used  to do apple  slices.  Now  I do big grapes.   They float better.  Round too  so easier to get with the lips.

Above him I  will hold  his  head into the water where I went poo.   Push his head until he get a grape.

The smell  is  about 40% because the  poo is under the water.   But  he is very close.   Even touching with his nose.   No hard cock  for this.    Guys are scared.    They  don’t like it  much.   But part  of the toilet  boy training  so they have to listen to me.

And now?   He  is  ready for 70%.

To smell the toilet paper he cleans my ass with.    Yes, I make him hold it  under  his nose and let  him smell  many times.  He  has  to get  used  to the smell.

I  find  this takes about 5  sessions.   Or  with  my  full time slave about 3 days to 1 week.   By end of day 7  he is fine to smell the poo on  the toilet  paper.   See how  fast?

Now my toilet  boy  is ready for level  3.

Toilet Boy Level 3

There is only one ̶̶̶  fear.

What fear is that?

̶̶̶̶̶.

Taste.   And what  do we say to the god of ̶̶̶̶̶ taste?   Not today!

I  learned to hold a man’s head up from the chin by one finger from that show.   That scene.

A  new toilet boy will always fear one thing.   And  only one thing.   Taste.

I think it is too much to go from smell to  taste.    Always I thought … has to be a way to  make  that  more easy.

And  so I got the idea to wrap  the face  of the  toilet  boy with saran wrap and leave  two small hole  for his nose to breathe.

Then  give him a choice.   Can rip two  more holes for the  eyes so he can see up  close  my ass  and the poo that will drop  into his mouth.

Or he can keep his eyes under saran  wrap  so  he see  blur.

50%  choose blur and 50% choose to see.

Remember I like only first time toilet boy slaves.  So  I like the answer  for the eyes is 50/50.

When I put  on  the saran  wrap I leave a hole in  the mouth.   A  deep  hole.   To me it  looks like the monster from Return of the Jedi

But my hole  is not  for  Jedi.    It  is for my poo.

Never did you think  in your life you would be a Sarlaac monster right?

Why is level 3 so perfect?

Because you  get  used  to the smell when my ass opens and you get  used to the feel of catching the poo in your mouth.   But no taste.

Now.  It depend on my toilet boy  slave how he feels.   What I do next is up to him not  up to me.

If he feel comfortable?   I will tell him to close his mouth and feel the texture of my shit inside his mouth.  But no taste … it is feeling only.

Some  … will gag at that feeling.  About 40% gag.   So  you see why it  is important to not  have to fight taste too?

I could put a banana in his mouth and he wont gag.  Texture feels the same.   But his mind is still shy about being a toilet boy.   So he gags.

After the 3rd time all stop gagging.  Almost all.  I still have one full time slave who gags even after trying about  20 times already.

That  is ok.   Then  you know you cannot  do level  4  the final level.    And maybe he will think in his  brain my level 3 finished  his fantasy  and he will be happy he did  it.

For a full time slave like that I  will fill the hole and then finish my poo in the toilet above him.   He will have to  not  move and  just hold it  in his mouth until  I  am done and I  say  stop.

That way he feels used.   And  most every  slave  wants to  feel used.   So win win.

And there you go.

Level  3.    Saran wrap.  My secret gateway to a succesful level 4.

Mistress Wael

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> 24/7 BDSM Slave | A Mistress’s Guide

You said you wanted to know how to be a  24/7 bdsm slave | FemDom slave.

Do you really want to be my pet?

You see what  I’m sayin’?

What are you prepared to do?  Everything you can , naturally.

And  then what are  you  prepared to do?

If you open your fantasy to reality on this fetish my slave you must be prepared to go all the way.

I’m  so tempted  to keep quoting The Untouchables from there.   Aw fuck it :   “She pulls a dildo  ,  you pull an ass plug.   She brings a chastity, you bring a vagina stretcher , that’s the Bangkok way.”

But let’s  not  digress ,  the question  remains:  “and then what are  you prepared to  do?”  ( 24/7 bdsm slave )

‘Going all the way’ as my 24/7 bdsm slave is nowhere near what  you  see  on pornsite videos  ..  you  know the  ones  I’m  talking  about …  where the slave is constantly worshiping the  mistress … getting HIS dreams  and desires fulfilled.   What  do  you expect,  99%  of  all porn  videos  are uploaded  by men – indulging their  fantasies.

Let’s be crystal clear about  something  …  if  i’m allowing  you  into  my life for any significant period of time – be  it  marriage ,  or a  ‘Mistress as a  Girlfriend Experience’  in  let’s say Europe  somewhere  for  a week …  you’re fulfilling MY desires ,  not yours.   Trust me,  whatever  pleasure  you  get  out  of  the  experience  is  secondary.   So if  its  playing out  in  your head like  an event  filled 24 hour ogry of sexual gratification  that  pleases  your  cock ,  well you can  fuck  off.

I’m telling  your  right  now,  there’s going to  be shit  that  you  don’t  like being  my  24/7 bdsm slave.

Let’s start with down time.

On our OnlyFans blog I’m trying to  show  you in snippets  of  film  what a  prolonged  stay  with  me  might  be like.   In the foot worship video ,  I’m coming home from a workout at the gym.  Now when we filmed  that all I  did was run around the rooftop running  track  that  we  have  a  few  times  to get moderately  sweaty , which at  2pm in  the afternoon in 40C heat  only takes 5 minutes to  get  a  good  sweat  on.

So in  truth, Wael my cameragirl  and  our semi-full time 24/7 BDSM slave we’re only waiting at  most 10  minutes in my condo ready to shoot  the scene upon  my return.

In that scene our  24/7 BDSM Slave  is  sitting  on  the  sofa  reading one  of my illustrated film noire like books  on female domination …  just sitting there in my spot on the sofa  looking smug as  a rug at me when  I  return home.

What  you  don’t know  is  that he’s  positioned  as  such because  I’m  recreating a scene from my mind recalling  my Mistress as  a  Girlfriend  trip to Istanbul ,  Turkey  a couple years back.   I  had instructed my date , my slave,  my  submissive  … whatever you’d like to  call  him  …  to call room service and have my clothes dry cleaned , to  order lunch and have it  ready  for  when I got  back  , and  to draw a warm bubble  bath  for  me as our suite  had  a gorgeous oval tub  that I was eager to relax in.

I headed up to the spectacular gym that our hotel  , Elite World Europe provided and well ,  I’m a  sucker  for swimming pools,  in particular  … unique ones.   One of the  reasons I chose the  condo I’m  living in now  despite its tiny perceived size  is the spectacular swimming pool down on the 6th floor.   The most beautiful hotel pool I’ve swam in was the Marina Bay one in Singapore.   Elite World though …  it  caught my eye for how voyeuristic it is , what  with  it being situated right  in the   middle  of the workout area surrounded by men running on their treadmills,  all gawking  at  me  in  my tiny  bikini  as I’d  float  by  them again and  again.

What’s  the  average time  a guy  jogs on a treadmill  in  a  hotel gym?    Would you  say 20  minutes  is  fair?

I made a  game out of seeing  how  long I could  keep  the  same overweight undershape businessmen persevere on their treadmills  just  to catch my and my boobs float by them every couple of  minutes or  so.   I’d make eye contact at  some point  with each and  every  one and  throw them  a knowing smile as I floated towards  the  far end of the pool.

90  minutes!  For over an  hour  and a half I  kept  every single one of those guys … except  one …  running in  place ,  giving them the workout of their lives.   Afterwards I strolled  naked  into  the massive co-ed sauna and got a few  more lower body salutes thrown my way.   An hour  later I took a shower and headed  back  up  to the room.

I opened the door,  walked in, and there was my 24/7 BDSM Slave passed out on  the sofa snoring away.  No dry cleaning had been  picked up ,   there  was no bath ready for me ,  and there  was certainly no food  to be seen  anywhere.    What does  he  do when he acknowleges  my presence?   He smiles.   The  fucking audacity.

“I got bored” was  the first thing  he  said.

See?  He’d  been  watching too many fantasy porno bdsm films where the mistress  has her 24/7 BDSM Slave tied up  in the dungeon and her  and  her team  of  12  mistresses  are  attending to  his  cock 24/7 until he  passes out  from  exhaustion.    That ain’t the case  Mr.Magoo.

The reality  is,  there’s a lot of down time ,  and you best fill  those minutes  or hours by attending to all  my demands.

So in the onlyfans  video  where I  toss  the  book he  was reading onto the  rug  and order  him to  the  floor …  that’s precisely what  I did back in  my hotel  room  in Turkey that day.   I  grabbed him  by his  tie  ,  dragged him over to the den table  and  tied him by  that very  tie  to the  leg  of  the  computer  table, and  then proceeded to bang  out  a  blog  story for  the  next three  hours while  sitting on his back.

Only … he developed back cramps  10  minutes in , and then back seizures from bearing my weight  for so long.   By  the end of the first hour enough sweat  had dripped off his  face to  make  a  sizable puddle on the  floor  … and when I  looked down  and  saw  it  I  ordered  him  to lick  it up pronto.  Half  way through that blog  story  my human  table gave out.   He layed down on  the floor  saying  “I cant mistress,  I cant”  …  so I walked on him.   And ground my heel into  his  neck.   Kicked his ass.   Eventually I  ordered  him to go bring  the table’s proper  chair  back  and to  go  finish  the fucking  tasks  I  had  given  him  hours ago.

By  that time  I was  pissed.   Just  like its annoying to  have a  full  time  human  toilet  that doesn’t  function properly  ,  it’s equally irritating to  have a  wanna-be full  time  24/7 BDSM Slave who’s a full time  failure.    I’m  like  every  other  girl  in the  world  who ,  once I’ve  l0st  my  mood  , stay the fuck away from me.   The only fun  I had that day was  making those business dudes  run on the treadmill , the  rest – except   for the hour  in  the sauna – had been disappointment.

But sadly,  that’s  what initial experiences are like as these noob full time  24/7 BDSM Slave find  out that not being productive in all  those down  time hours can ruin an entire day.

That’s just down time follies  though.

What about something you’d truly hate,  like being humiliated  and  used?

Again, watch  a femdom  related  video,  …  made by a  man  ,  or read  a  femdom  story  … written by a  man.    It’s  all  about him.   If reading  , look for the number of times  you  come  across  the words  “pleausred her” ,  “pleased her”  , “licked  her” ,  “fucked  her.”

Do you really think that as  a  Mistress who’s controlled,  dominated,  ballbusted , owned ,  teased,  seduced  …  and  then  discarded slave  after  slave  …  that my focus in  life will be  to have you pleasure me?

Let me  give you  another example to disprove that line of male thinking.

Remember the cuckold series  of stories I  wrote  back  when  I had my last  what I would  call  ‘serious boyfriend.’?   I was seriously into cuckholding guys back then and I wrote two sizzling hot stories about  it  ,  part one and part two ,  so have  a read if your cock  can withstand it.   If  we’re talking about my evolution as  a Mistress,  that time  period  a  few  years ago was when I was learning what I can actually get away with using  my  Mistress ‘skillset’  in  real  life  scenarios.   It was an  amusing time  , and if we’re  being honest,  I  was  a bit of a bitch.   I  was  acting at  the  time  like those kids that discover superpowers in  the greatly  underated movie Chronicle :

That  movie is  quite real because when you discover you have abilities others don’t,  there’s a  tendancy to  act  like  a dick  … if we’re  talking in  man’s terms.

So back when I had that last boyfriend , I was imposing my  bdsm side upon  him , and at the time I had …  hmm  lemme  think, I had just  finished the  3  week full time weight  loss slave sesison right?   Fuck, I’ve  been  a  mistress  for so  long  now that  the  timeline is too  full  and too storied to remember events in proper chronological  order.   Or  I’m getting  old  and  memory  is  failing me  at  33!

My  point is, I was just stepping into 24/7  Mistress as  a Girlfriend  sessions at the  time  and  was experimenting  …  for  lack of a  better  word.    I  was using submissive guys to see what I could  get  away  with  , and find out  afterward  if  they  loved  it or hated the  experience.

Ok  so  to  preface what happened  back then ,  as  you’re  reading this  you’re  either one of  two  men … you’ve sessioned  with  me  ,  or  you  haven’t.    If you  have ,  then  you can shake  your  head  in  amusement and chuckle  at what I’m  going  to  tell  the guys  who haven’t  sessioned with me  yet.

When you session with  me,  I’m going to steal your heart ,  and you’re  going to become extremely  infactuated with me.   Cravings will  overcome  you  , and you’ll jack off  countless times  reminiscing about  how  I  seduced you … and  how I  did  it differently in every session.

To some  extent,  you’re  going  to  fall  in  love with me ,  and you’re going to crave attention from me.

Here,  read this random email from yesterday that I’ll copy  and  paste for  you  …  I  used to  get 10  of these  a  day  pre-covid …

R… H….
Sun, Sep 13, 12:24 PM (2 days ago)
to me 
 
Thank you Mistress ____
I truly worship you.

Yes , I really really want to be on my knees and at your mercy, femdom is a beautiful escape , I always remember the first time , when you made me lick your feet , you inspected and said they were still dirty ( actually they were spotless hehe,, but there nothing I can do hehe) You sentenced me to 15 strokes punishment and you whipped me , I don’t know what sort of whip you used , it seemed different ,, it was painful ,, but getting whipped takes the mind off all the worries and the two hours I had with you was the best two hours I ever had in my whole life . I dream everyday for another one on one session with you , it will happen.

I have been with a million Mistress’s ,, no one comes even near you, you are simply the best , and sexiest in the whole world and I yearn to serve you .
I genuinely worship you _____

you old slave R  in _____

I’m pasting all that , and telling you about how my slaves fall  for me because it’s very important that as a 24/7 BDSM Slave  you  understand that whatever feelings  you pick up  for me  in  a  2  hour  session  are multiplied exponentially.

Now going back to  what I wanted to  do in that situation  ,  I  had a boyfriend  that  is naively ,  stupidly , thought  would amount to something serious.   So I had  intentions  to  be  absolutely  loyal to  him.   On the other hand I  had what was  about  my  third serious  full time  slave applicant.

He’d taken me to Paris,  MonteCarlo , Prague to name  but  a  few places and he’d  served  me well.   We were so  comfortable  with  one  another  that  in  the early  afternoon I  could  be leading him through a  crowded shopping mall by a string  tied to  his  cock ,  and in the evening  be  holding  hands as we walked  into  a  romantic  restaurant  for dinner.

In sessions I’d do “the  thing”  where I’d walk into his moody candlelit hotel room in see through  lingerie ,  and I’d  sit down  on the  sofa and dab a  drop of perfume on my neck.

With a ‘come here’ gesture of my finger I’d beckon  him over and I’d place a 5  minute sand filled hourglass on the coffee table.  I’d  say  “when you put  that  down, you have 5  minutes where  you can do anything you want  with me.   But you  can’t kiss my lips,  you can’t touch my pussy,  and if you choose to spend your time on  my breasts , you’re only allowed to hold my nipple  in  your  teeth,  no sucking allowed.   Nothing else is off limits.  You can extend the timer by 5  minutes  tomorrow …  IF …  you can make yourself cum just  by  touching   me  tonight.    No pumping  your  dick.”

Making yourself  cum  without  touching  your  cock is  a  long  lost art.

It takes a while,  but guys can get  awfully creative when searching for a way to  extend that sand  timer in  the  next  session.

Needless to  say,  their methods  get pretty  intimate ,  and though they’ve already cum in their boxers , they no doubt rub on or two more  out when sleeping alone the rest of  the night on the floor  by  my feet … my ears  don’t  deceive me  ok.

My 24/7 BDSM Slave at  the time  had gotten his sand timer up to 20 minutes, and thought he was going to be  working on  25 when I invited him to my condo here in Bangkok.

One thing men vehemently dislike  is  having  another rooster in the hen house …

My 24/7 BDSM Slave arrived at  the  condo  , only to be met by  not just  me, but  me  and  my boyfriend.    Talk about  cock killer  moments eh?

I led him by  his hand to  the sofa  … the big cream one  you  guys love(d) so much  and told  him to  take  the place  of  the  coffee  table I had  moved prior in preparation for the evening.  Being  an  obedient boy  he did as  he  was  told.

I  wasn’t at  all worried  about  him,  submissive’s are obedient  to  a fault, it’s the boyfriend who thought  this was  all too  amusing that  I was worried  about.    No really  ,  the world  of femdom  and  bdsm  when  seen up  close and personal  for the  first  time  …  is  um  , unsettling for  normal folk.

In the  real  world  ,  you  don’t  just  command a  man to  act as a  piece of  furniture  , and normal guys find not just somebody  who’d do  that an oddball  , but  also the person (err,  me)  who’d  command somebody to  do that  rather mysteriously odd.

To  my advantage,  all  guys  have a  common  denomonator that makes them bite their tongue in  such situations  …  and that  is the  desire  to  get  laid.

If  I  was ugly,  just  common  ,  he’d  no  doubt raise the topic in  conversation at  some  point.    But  being  hot  comes  with  certain perks  …  one  of  them  being  that guys will go  along  with  absolutely  anything  if  it means  getting to  know what  it  feels  like  to  fuck me  and  my gorgeous  naked  ass  doggy style  later  that  night lol.

My 24/7 BDSM Slave was  instructed to  ‘assume the position.”

Did  I expect  him  to remain in place  as a  coffee table  ,  unmoving,  unwavering  for how ever  many hours  me  and  my boy would be  out  that  evening?

No.   And  I  guess  I’ll never know  if he did  or  not,  but  the important  thing  …  unlike  the  guy in  Istanbul … is he followed  my instructions  ,  at  least  to  the  point where  when we  came  home  a bit  drunk  that he  was indeed  in  the same  position  as  we  had left  him.

My  boy and  I sat on  the  sofa  ,  a  mere 2  feet from our  human  coffee table ,  and  I let  myself  get kissed.

It  wasn’t long before I  was naked , and both Ian and my  clothes were strewn  across  the  sofa  and onto  the back of our slave table.

But  the best  part  of  the  night  was him yanking me  by  my  ankles to  the edge of the sofa where  my ass  was hanging slightly  over the  end,  and  he  cupped  my ass with  his  hands  , lifting me about  six inches off  the cushions , and slid his cock  slowly and deeply into  my  pussy.

As he  started  fucking  me upright , I  had  no  place  to  put my feet  so  …  I rested them  at  first  softly  on my human coffee table.

But  as  Ian  began to  let  his animal  instincts  take over  he began to  slam into  me  harder with  each stroke and Newton’s  laws of  physcics applied perfectly for with every stroke  towards the sofa my legs  would reach out  and  kick  my  human  table  in  the ribs,  or  the  ass  ,  or  the  neck.

I honestly don’t remember  where  or  how  many  times my legs abused his body , because Ian  fucked me long  and  hard that  night  and  the best part?

After  Ian came he  just naturally sat down  on my slave table  , took off his  cum filled  condom and  laid it perfectly upon the back of my slave’s hair.

At  that  point  I was amused.

How  many hours  had this slave remained more or less  in this same position,  having  arrived hours earlier thinking he’d get  to do  “almost anything” to  me for  a chance  to  buy  himself 5 more minutes.

When  hours later,  he got to listen to but  not  see , me  getting fucked right beside him.

That …  was  the  last  session  he ever did  with  me.

Why?

Because he told me later that it  felt  like  he was having his  heart ripped out that night.    And what made it worse  for him,  is that he had been masturbating to  what had  happened ever since.   “Uncontrollably”  was his exact word.

Now why is that different than what you  see  in femdom cuckhold porno  clips?

In the  clips the cuck is watching his girl get fucked,  he’s  jacking  off  to  it,  he’s  enjoying it.

I’ll  have  none of  that thank  you.    My sessions  are  real  world related.   It’s going to hurt.  Being cucked by me as  a  full time slave is the  penultimate test of your loyalty.

The ultimate and final display being able  to eat from me  at some point.   Fuck Wael’s toilet training.   It works ,  what she does works.

But I’ve  found that having survived all their training,  having  given  all their heart  and life  to  me ,  and having endured being  cuck’d  until I’ve moved on from whatever relationship I’d been  having.

To survive all that , I find that guys eat willingly from me without any sort  of training whatsoever.    I  think  its because they’re eating from their soul , and their soul craves me,  and has done  everything for me to  that point.

So  knowing that is  what is  in store for  you.

Knowing that your heart is  going to get ripped from your chest.

Knowing that for the longest time you’re  never  going to  be  worthy of  kissing  me,  let alone fucking me.

And knowing that you’ll probably  at one point be cuck’d.

And finally ,  knowing that your final  test will  be the ultimate meal consumption.

I ask  you again ,  as  a  24/7 BDSM Slave applicant  …

“and then  what are you  prepared  to do?”

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Cum Eater | Why I Rarely Feed Cum

Letting a cum eater eat his cum?  I say no way.

Because guys who wish to be fed their cum have the wrong mindset.

Case in point this request in my OnlyFans chat  …

“What if you did a session, and make him cum many many times. Buttttttt ruin every one of them… each time you ruin it, ruin it into a glass or a plate… save them all… and then at the very end. Make him eat all of it.”

To which I would say … if  there’s an orgasm, it ain’t Denial.

Might as well call  what  we do Tease & Obligatory Orgasm.

Now,  I’m  a professional Mistress and as  such , I need to  have as  much of a  business mind as I do a lifestyle domina mind , so if I went  around calling my service Tease & Absolute Denial  I’d scare the mainstream guys away.

So, it’s been  my  practice over  the  past  7 years to chat  with the submissive guy coming to see me and get a  feel  for where  he  is on  the learning  curve  of experience with female domination.

Think of  it  like  a  hyperbolic curve  of  experience  …  and  yes, I’m calling upon our  recollection of  Grade 10 math here … if the guy  I’m seeing isn’t in  the top third of that curve then 99%  of  the  time  he’s going  to fatally  ask one of two dumbest  questions  I  get  asked:

Do I get to  cum?   How many shots  do  I  get?

To me  that’s  like going to KFC  and ordering wheatgrass.   Um, did you not see the big DENIAL sign  outside  my bedroom door?   I don’t  actually  have  one,  but  it’d be cool if  I  did.

One day when I’m a well-to-do rich and semi-retired Mistress I’ll be able  to  say what  I want  to  say  every  single  time  “No you  don’t  get  to  cum unless on a  whim I decide to”  and  “you get two  shots,  one  kick  in  each testicle because i’m caring and  don’t  play favorites with  you  ball  sack.”

‘Til then the answer is “ya if  you want  (sigh) ”  and  I’ll totally ignore  the  second  question.   It’s like wanting to  land  on BoardWalk or Park Place in  Monopoly  but  you roll the wrong number  and  collect  your $200 instead.

What then,  would the scenario be  like where  I’d absolutely  feed  a  man  his  cum?

Well I  can tell you for certain it ain’t gonna be me  running my arm  out of my socket  like a runaway jackhammer trying to pump  out a 4th  orgasm  out  of a guy  just so I can feed  him with my still attached hand.

In that request,  I’d sit back ,  preferably with a  few of my Mistress girlfriends on the  couch,  and laugh in  unison  at  the guy pumping out his own 10th orgasm in a row and wondering if his  balls will implode  at some  point.

Then I’d  piss in his on the silver platter at his feet that’d been collecting his  cum,  we’d all collectively  spit  in  the  tray and we’d  make  him stir  it  with his tongue before forcing  him to  slurp  it  down.

So keep  in mind …  if  you’re  going  to  ask how  many  shots  you’re  gonna  get  , the answer will be ten , and it’ll  be  your  arm  that  falls  off  not  mine.

But  that’s not the ideal scenario where I’d turn  a guy  into  a  cum  eater.

You know how I borrowed a line from Eddie Murphy’s Delerious the  other  day  on Twitter and said  “I think  in  the  back  of  the mind  , slaves wanna eat  their Mistress’s farts.”

Wel cum eaters wanna eat their cum.   Nothing forced about it.

If Eddie’s joke about  fart  eaters is “that was  a good  one, that was  a good one,  my mouth was open on  that one.”

Cum eaters would slant that joke like “ok  you got  me,  you  got  me,  I gargeled ,  I gargled a bit  on that  one.”

They’re  a  cum eater.   They eat  their cum.   That’s  what they do.   It’s  why  they’re called cum eater ffs.

But you know what  they  don’t like?

Eating another man’s cum.

“HEY!!” they say, and back the fuck away  quick.

That’s my scenario though.  I’d have  another guy in the room, not necessarily submissive  either.   Maybe I’m cucking the cum  eater  but  not in the mood  or  not using the other dude  as  my fuck  toy yet.

In  that  case I’d  be making  the cum eater jerk off  to watching me masturbate the second guy.

Then I’d let my guy shoot his load all over  my hand and …  I’d make my slave time  his  orgasm with  his self pumping …  to  the exact moment I smear the  other boy’s  cum  all over his uneager tongue.

A Forced Cum Eater !

Ya, forced cum eating.

Ah, how quickly the tide turns eh?

Now the cum doesn’t  look like Vanilla paste to a  cum eater does  it?    No sir,  now the guy looks at  the cum the way a fat kid would look at  broccoli.

And to make him slurp it  all down while he’s pumping  out  his 10th consecutive orgasm , now that would be a blisful session indeed.   

xx

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> A 24/7 Pipe Dream | Full Time Submissive Slave Story

Here’s my pipe dream  …

There are  guys out  there who  long  to become  something  different  ,  an  object  of  pleasure for  their  Mistress  ,  and  its  these men that I  seek  out  the  most  often.

You  know  that  wedding  saying  “something   old,  something  new,  something  borrowed  and  something  blue.”

There’s  a  version  of  that  which  submissive  men can relate  to and  it  goes …

“something cruel , something fun , something sexy  , other  than  cum.”

Meaning,  there are men , and these men  are  the  ones I’m strangely  the  most  attracted to  ,  who put  the  lowest  priority on cumming  ,  and  the  highest  priority on not  just pleasing their Mistress but seeing  how far  down the rabbit hole she’ll take  them.

I’ve  wanted ,  with  everything  in my heart  and  soul  as  a Mistress , to take not just one man (like original Jaa did) but take many so far down the rabbit hole of submission that their  old life becomes inconsequential and this life –  serving me, becomes the only thing  that  has  meaning.

Have  you  watched the movie  Ready Player One?    It has great concepts , one  of which  is  this idea that –  say  ,  once  quantum computing becomes a thing ,  that  you  won’t  be  able  to  distinguish the vr game world  from  reality  …

You see , I  have  this vision that female domination –  when working in tandem with the existential properties that submission brings to the table –  can produce that same blurred reality.

A  reality where serving one’s Mistress is better than the real world  reality a man needs to pay heed to.

I  know it’s possible.

I saw it  in  the movie “My Mistress” where the kid’s concept of who  he wants to be is consumed  by  serving the much  older  and rich Mistress next door.

“But that’s a movie”  you might say.

Ok,  I’ll  give  you that.    But that’s like saying “but that’s VR” in 2020 after playing Alyx and not thinking about what a vr game might be like in 2030.

What I can  tell you  is  this.

Pre-covid ,  I  was getting the most  pleasure out of my “Mistress as a Girlfriend” European trips where I was showing men in 1 or 2 week samples,  just what their world would be like serving me  24/7.

They all agreed that the experience is something way way way  beyond something we’re  all familiar with  ,  Marriage.    (or well,  that  ur  familiar with)

Marriage  has  constraits,  rules,  conditions,  and really to  me  doesn’t  look like a  whole lot  of  fun.

A mistress  /  submissive relationship can be transcending.

I  know  that  now because now  that we’re in this strange covid time , yes  the  European sessions have stopped but it’s allowed me and Wael to further explore our two year relationship with two submissive men.

But this time,  uninterrupted by the demands  of  having  to do  2  sessions a  day  ,  of  having to travel  to  Europe for  a month  at a time , and by the time demands  of  answering  a  hundred  emails a day.

We’ve  been  able  to  take  these  two  guys and mold them for over half  a year.

For  instance, guy#1  , until yesterday  he hadn’t  been  allowed  to  orgasm since November of last year.

He spends the entire week locked up in his Cell Mate chastity device which I unlock only for a few minutes every Sunday  evening  where  he’s  allowed an  unknown amount  of  minutes (or  seconds) to masturbate.  (A weekly service which I provide on my OnlyFans blog)

During  the  week he  serves me and Wael.    He’s hardly  ever  allowed  to touch  us  other  than worship our  toes  on  occasion.   He’s our furniture,  our maid,  our  ironing boy , our errand runner,  our  bag  carrier,  our chef  , our waiter , our  massage artist ,  and fart eater.

He never knows ahead of time whether he’ll sleep at  the  foot  of  my  bed,  or be sent home.   He’s unsure whether he’ll be punished or  rewarded ,  and he’s spent  the  better  part  of a  year apprenticing ,  learning how to both stay out of  our  way  and yet be a useful slave at  the same time.

The man is allowed to speak only when  spoken to  ,  he’s not allowed eye contact unless requested ,  or  if he’s willing  to accept the consequences of doing so.

We allow him time to do whatever insignificant  thing he needs  to do to  make  money ,  but he’s on call  24/7.

Meaning,  if  one  day I texted him that I needed my fart eaten at 4am, he’d  have to  jump out  of  bed ,  make  it  over  to my condo  ,  eat  my  fart,  and probably be sent  home  again.

Now,  I don’t do such trivial things that often.   I  mean,  I will  on occasion ,  but  my goal  isn’t  to  interrupt  his  life,  my goal is put in timely requests that can be  easily fulfilled by  him ,  each  one cementing his role as my permanent pet.

Yesterday ,  for  the first time since he began serving  us, he got his cock played with by us on camera as  we were shooting  for  our  OnlyFans blog ,  a Tease & Denial video that’ll no doubt go viral.

One year  .. he finally got  his dick played with by me.   All  he’s  done in that time is serve me  , and on occasion Mistress Wael  also.

A normal man would consider that scenario outrageous ,  and protest as to the slave’s stupidity to allow such denial.

Our full time slave who was allowed to order (and  pay) for our dinner … when permitted to speak  … said  “he feels like a kid in school again,  pursuing the first girl he ever had a crush  on with the same intense feelings and that his life has never been so fun.”

Our second full time slave is just a beginner.  He’s the last one I visited in Europe.  The one I made carry my backpack as well as his when we went mountain climbing.

The one I dragged skydiving.  The one who I made carry me over a glacier all afternoon in Norway.

He’s the  one who constantly says  “you want to do What???” when I visit him in Europe.

I want to experience life , and I want to bring men (plural) along for the ride,  making  them realize in the process that serving me as they too  experience life – that there is no going back to their normal life.

Here’s the kicker,  I  want to bring guys that  deep  ,  on my own expense not yours.

For a guy to truly be able to give  up everything  in  his life for  me,  he’d  have to also be able to get rid of his hangup on making money.  That would be true freedom.

Money unfortunately,  is the fucking thing that keeps us all tethered to this ball and chain way of life , one that we so desperately want a reprieve from.

Yes ,  I  realize I’m some sort of insane “reverse thinking” findom girl.

Financial domination girls are all  about calling guys wimps, losers, pathetic creatures and demanding money be thrown at them.

I,  on  the  other  hand,  am offering a free ride  –  well,  one day.   Pipe dream, I know.

Or  maybe not.   Maybe, just maybe my idea  to combine this blog with my MUCH more intimate OnlyFans blog isn’t just a one month wonder …  having accumulated  135 subscribers in just 30 days.

I’d be lying if I  told you I  havn’t done countless projections of revenue based on various rates of subscriber accumulation  (without loss , see my pipe dream comment above lol) and thought that it  might be possible to put  my  24/7 dream into action sooner rather than later.

I,  I just.  Like, I survived the cancer scare this summer,  has to be a  reason for  that, no?

Maybe this whole power driven dream of mine is something that I’m on a road to accomplish before the stars and universe take me?

I always think  this  world  can be better than it is.   Do you agree?  As a submissive guy reading this,  don’t  you think there is this utopian like state out there of serving a Mistress  – preferably me  :p –  that would make  you wish every year  was  like Bill Murray’s movie Groundhog Day?

Except  in  his movie he used repeated events  to  try and break free of the endless  cycle ,  but you’d be using the never ending repetiton to instead improve  your devotion to me?

Ya,  pipe dream,  right?

xx

pipe dream.   A pipe  dream.    describe  the  pipe  dream.    make  the  pipe  dream  reality.    vr  elon musk  pipe  dream analogy.

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Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Edging | The Tease is in the Eyes

When it comes to effective edging , the eyes have it.

I’m edging you ,  and  you’ve been  on the brink of eruption for  minutes, or was it  hours?  You truly don’t  remember and you know  why?

Because  your  cock and  my hand stroking it have for  the  longest  time  become something secondary , like  the  crashing  waves of  an ocean obscurred by a dense fog.

Instead,  your focus is my eyes.

I want  you  to feel as if I have inside me a soul that is just too big for me.    It’s filled me to the brim until  there was no more space , so its flowing through  my eyes  instead.

That might be too much  for you  …  to be so  close to  orgasm and to have to hold my gaze  with  your  own.

Fifteen seconds of locking eyes  like  that and you feel as I rock my hips up  and down yours that we are connected, rolling  over waves of  lust in one syncronous movement.

And so what do men do in  that  instance?    They give in to their cock right?

Men throw back  their head,  tense their muscles,  close  their eyes  and groan just  as  loudly as they do wildly.

You’ve been training yourself all your life to enjoy self  gratification.   You can get so deep into your fantasies  when  playing with your cock can’t  you?

Not in this case though,  not with me.

With my left hand I’ll often reach forward and pinch the guy’s chin ,  holding it firmly so he cannot look away.

I may even grab his hair and tug it tight with  a  yank  as  I lean even  closer and gaze right  into  your  pupils  while  my  thumb presses hard under  your  cock  head as  the edging continues.

At that point I’m not just  inside  your mind,  i’m inside your heart and soul as well.

The edging feeling is ever present,  but its no  longer the focus of your desires.

Guys in this moment  will  say many things.  “please.”  ,  “you’re amazing” ,  “oh  my god mistress”  , and  they’ll even blurt out an  “i love you” from  time to  time.    Especially the married men, they  always  say  I  love  you  when  I’m edging them.

Now.  That being said.  I  have a  conundrum of sorts.

I’ve been training this submissive pet for eight months now  and  in  that  time he’s rarely  been allowed to touch me.

He’s  served mostly  as furniture,  as  a  house maid  ,  my massage man,  errand  runner,  toe licker,  boot cleaner  and so  on.   Like the words  on  the  steps photo above suggests,  to serve me is a progression.

I’m  not  talking 2 hour perfunctory session ,  i’m talking about applying to be one of my full  time  or  semi  full  time slaves.

So  while  doing all these seemingly trivial tasks my house pet has never ascended past worshiping  my  legs  and I was just about to introduce him to the pleasures of  worshiping my ass to  reward him for his perfect ironing and sewing skills as of late.

However, due to the need to have a submissive man and his cock readily available for my 3 a day OnlyFans video films ,  and  the  fact  that there’s literally no foreigners left in Bangkok anymore ,  I’ve had to use him for actions that he just hasn’t progressed to  in  my timeline  of  servitude tasks.

The other day  I’m shooting an edging video with Wael and the pet-in-traiing ,  the sample  of which is pinned to  the  top of my Twitter feed , for my OnlyFans blog ,  and I’m doing so with the thought in  mind  to show you for  this  story  how  important  the eyes are in an edging session.

To do so ,  I have to  play for the  camera which Wael is holding off to my right.

Which meant that instead of edging  ,  chin grabbing, and  staring  into  the eyes of my submissive pet in training,  I’m doing that instead for  the camera lens.

So  guess what  the fucker does?    He cums.

I should  have  known ,  after all I hadn’t touched his cock for 3/4  of a year  ,  purposely making  him horny around the house and ignoring his hard-ons all this time.  I greatly underestimated what his reaction would be to the feel of  my  hands on his cock.

I wasn’t even thinking about it  for  fuck sakes.   So distracted by the camera was I that I wasn’t tuned into his moans  –  always an  early indicator of an approaching orgasm.

Now to  make  sure his  moans  ‘n groans  were muffled sufficiently in  the  video I  had  him  sucking on my soiled panties –  which further dismantled my early warning orgasm system.

What’s worse is, I laughed.

Again,  it’s the simulation of a real session so I’m drifting in and  out of character –  something which my OnlyFans subscribers see and get  to laugh at when i post ‘behind the scenes’ videos ,  so because its a simulation – I’m not fullly focused on my slave’s progression in his training.

No doubt,  had this been a  real  session , any guy who cums without warning me would be immediately force fed his cum , have his face slapped  and his  balls  spanked.    Not to  mention he’d  be locked back up in chastity for another half year.

And therein  is the conundrum.

How do I punish this guy for his moment of self-gratification.   “I’m sorry” doesn’t cut it,  I have a  zero-tolerance policy with men and their bullshit.

Yet,  I have to fucking shoot every 3rd day , and  some of the fetishes are hot.  Like yesterday’s facesitting shoot.   50 photos and many many video takes of my facesitting skills  means my ass and pussy are on his face for the better part of four hours.

Yes my OnlyFans blog is saturated with hot photos and videos , and I suppose the upside of that is my subscribers are happy.

But I feel like I’m rewarding a slave  who we’ve invested many hours in for his abolute failure when being edged.

Only thing I can come up with is a grade school punishment that only the most vain of my school teachers would use.   Sending a kid to the corner of the classroom and having them stare into  the wall for two hours always seemed a petty thing to do.

But in this case it works.  He’s our corner slave now –  he  just sits there from dawn til dusk or until we dismiss him and send it home.

No edging.   No edging at all for him  –  for now.

He’s  our fart depository.   Only that.   He gets to play with his dick all day and cum on the floor between his legs  and we’ll spit our chewed food onto his mess when feeding time rolls around.

Still ,  it’s not enough.

I’m putting his written confesion of wrongdoing into escrow  ,  and come  the end  of covid whenever that may be ,  he will begin serving his time in chastity.

Fuck I might just keep him locked up perpetually come that time and cuckold him.   Make him pay right there and  then from  his corner everytime a guy fucks me in front of him.

I’d  fuck the guy close enough to my pet that I could grab and hold his chin and look into his eye the whole time …  then when I’m cumming I’ll lean over and whisper into his ear and say “it  could have been you”  …

“had you just held your orgasm that first time I edged you.”

Anyways.   Grrr.   I had to get that off my chest.  I  take slave training very seriously.

You want to see my Tease & Denial edging video right?

I  can’t show it publicly on this blog as it shows my face ,  but its available on my OnlyFans blog  along  with  150 other videos.

However,  some of you have to be mindful  of what shows  up on your credit card statement  thanks to you choosing to marry someone else rather than me.  (again, grrr)

So for the link to the edging video Wael can send it to you for $5 Amazon Gift Card (  email:  waew0019@gmail.com )  ,  or  you can get access to this months OnlyFans videos for $20 as that’s the same as the subscriber fee so seems fair … again, Amazon Gift Card will do the trick.

When you watch me edging , I want  you to  match my gaze with your own ,  play with your cock,  and for fuck sakes unless you want to  be a corner boy fart dispenser yourself  …don’t cum without asking me for permission.

xx

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