Bangkok Bdsm Dominatrix Jaa4u >> Respect Fully Funny
My 1 week 24 hour session with my slave was was was … let me find what is the right word.
Amazing. Sexy. Erotic. Crazy. Mean. Strict. Sensual. Hot. Wild … no nothing like that.
Funny.
Yes that is the right word … funny.
He … my slave … has a nice heart. Just his heart is over 80 years old and so is his ears and his eyes and his … :)
So start from the airport i knew already everybody who sees me with him will think i am with him for sex and will laugh at me. Yup … first security he checks what you can bring on the plane and 1 Kahlua you cannot take it with carry on. Has to be in luggage.
So the security man laughs at me and says ‘his hands cannot stop shaking he is so old’
And i answer him very loud back … ‘yes but his cock never shakes and is bigger than your cock’. Funny you know after i said that he stopped talking to me.
Anyways.
How do i make people understand me? Sometimes i say something and nobody knows what i am talking about. I can sing a song in English no problem. Can write a story in English no problem. But because the sound is not the same between English and Thai i am screwed when i try to talk.
But that is only 50% of my problem. Second 50% is somebody over 80 years old cannot hear so good. So when we talk to each other we are like the movie Dumb & Dumber … except i am both dumb and dumber. He is actually very smart.
I have a mop and a baucket for washing the floor. I don’t think he knows how to use it so i try to tell him.
‘take the mop and go up down up down up down up down like that so the water comes out and it will work good.”
So my 80 year old slave takes the mop and goes up down up down my stairs first floor to second floor and back down again. But i don’t see it … until he does it 4 times and he cannot breath from how tired i made him.
After that i start to sneaze … means somebody is talking about me bad. Ya … my mom because she can see from Bangkok what i do to somebody older that i have to respect. WAPAAAA my whip on my ass from my mom if really she sees what i am doing to him.
Second night.
I fall asleep looking at my imac on the floor. I am dreaming about the ghost in my house and i open my eyes about 2am. Know what i see? A ghost looking at me. White ghost with white hair and … wait.
Ghosts don’t have hair.
Ok what is it … i am too scared to open my eyes.
Wonderful i have a slave who likes to take a walk at 2am in the dark.
Next day.
I ask him to go up and clean something upstairs. So he goes outside the house with his dog collar to clean something outside.
Upstairs and outside is not the same ok … my english is not so bad you cannot understand me is it?
I was scared to tell him to “go in the cage” … i was sure he will go somewhere in the jungle looking for a cave.
So my 1 week with my slave was like that. Two people trying to understand each other.
When i was born he was already more than 50 years old. And my job was to be the boss of him. Control him. Make him stare at my boobies a lot. He loves boobies.
Like i said in my mind games story before … it is so hard to do a slave session with somebody i respect so much.