My t-shirts should all say “Warning, BDSM Mistress, handle with care.”
The stereotype of Thai girls is that we’re all easy to get into bed, just hint that you have money behind some decent looks and an hour later you’ll be balls deep inside one of us back in your hotel room. For the most part that’s true, 90% of every girl you see here has a hidden price tag and can be bought from the bargain basement price that a hot restaurant waitress would go for up to the very expensive price you’d pay to take a car show model home with you. The other 10% are hi-so girls and would rather be found dead than be seen with a foreigner.
Then there’s me, the .0001% of Thai girls that you can’t buy, and no sweet words carry enough magic to make me open my legs. To get me it actually takes wit, intelligence and a certain ‘je ne sais quoi’ that makes you desireable. It’s thrilling to meet a man like that. A little bit handsome, well dressed, nice fragrance and the rare ability to think with the brain on his shoulders and not the one between his legs. The problem is that i’m swimming upriver trying to find a man like that given the stereotype of Thai girls.
As such, I have to always assume that the guy is scumbag looking for a quick fuck, masking his personality behind some sweet words and a quick lunch that would impress the mindless moronic masses of women here, but not me.
The other day I found myself at Terminal 21 once again for a mid afternoon lunch and being quite aware of what’s going on around me, I noticed that a guy had quickly made his way up the very long escalator ride to the third floor but had stopped just behind me unwilling to pass further. He followed me up to the fourth floor as well and it was there that he placed his hand on my shoulder to introduce himself to me.
A french man, young, 30’ish, with a handsome face and a charming smile was begging me to have lunch with him. I admire men who have the courage to introduce themselves to me out of the blue and I gave him the chance to dine with me.
The vast majority of men, I find to be very attractive, until of course they speak. Most men last 15 minutes with me before their mouth seals their fate with me. It took him a bit longer to fuck up because we were talking in our second language and his vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever. So was mine. I was straining to understand his accent.
Mistress Jaa2: What would happen if I told you I want to slap your face right here?
You can follow along , this video matches the dialogue below, I recorded him as we sat and ate so you could see for yourself how most of these conversations go when a suave foreigner runs head first into a Thai Mistress not having the slightest clue who he’s dealing with lol…
Mistress Jaa : Why do you want me?
Everything you speak, I love it. The voice for me is marvelous.
Mistress Jaa : And why do you follow me from the escalator?
You don’t understand why I am following?
Mistress Jaa : No
(correctement?) When I see somebody , i have to get close, because I see what I desire. And you why do you look me so bad? (I thought he said ‘i love when you look at me so bad’)
Mistress Jaa : So you love when I look at you so bad?
Oh la la la , very excited.
Mistress Jaa : You get excited by that?
Yes the more difficult it is the more I love it.
Mistress Jaa : So the more difficult it is the more you love it, so how about if I kick you?
I love this.
Mistress Jaa : You sure you love it?
Not kick. Not violent. Strong. Strong, only this. Not violent, because if you not violent to me i’m not violent to you.
Mistress Jaa : You say you’re gonna take care of me , what do you mean? (It was the first thing he had said at the escalator, ‘let me take care of you, anything you want’)
What does it mean take care? Me, I have money. Many women try me for money (I think that’s what he said)
Mistress Jaa : How about if I said I don’t need your money.
You say already you don’t need money, I tell you, why you speak like this? I don’t know. Alors, let me make you happy, let me take you shopping. Or let me make you happy if you don’t want my money. You’ll be my supermodel.
Mistress Jaa : Supermodel? Sounds good.
My money cannot buy you, but my money can make you happy. Can make you a gentle
man can make you sweet … (hard to understand the last part of what he said)
Mistress Jaa : So how can you make me happy right now? (Because 99% of men are words with no actions)
Now? Alors, now , uhm, you like ice cream?
Mistress Jaa : What?
You like ice cream someplace else?
Mistress Jaa : Say again?
You like ice cream someplace else?
Mistress Jaa : Yes.
Yes?
Mistress Jaa : But I want to eat here. (The male eats where and when his mistress chooses.)
Here is no good.
Mistress Jaa : Why?
But you want tea or coffee no?
Mistress Jaa : Yes.
So I can order …
Mistress Jaa : Order what? You’re gonna pay for that?
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Mistress Jaa : Cool. It’s ok, order here.
You think I’m gonna come and let you pay? No when I sit with someone I pay. (Yes I know you will)
Mistress Jaa : Good. Then ok, I will order here.
Do you think when I stay with you I pay myself and not pay for you? No it is not my style. (He’s trying to win me by describing what is his duty in the first place lol)
Mistress Jaa : Good.
I don’t let you pay yourself. (He has given himself hero status by this amazing gesture.)
Mistress Jaa : Good
Aiiiy, you make me crazy. If we can go back I go kiss you long time. (And there it is, the dick couldn’t take it any longer, it had to interject.)
Mistress Jaa : And why you think I want to be your girlfriend? It doesn’t make sense you just met me one hour” (before I can say ago he puts his finger to my mouth to make me be silent)
I tell you true, if I am no scared of you I go kiss you long time ago. You understand? (Gives you an idea of how easily this guy gets girls back to his hotel in the past)
Mistress Jaa : You think I’m gonna let you kiss me here?
No if I do you will boxing me but I will tell you true, I will try because you make me crazy. True.
Mistress Jaa : And then what?
You are the first woman, listen to me, to make me crazy like this, you make me tops in this, you make me excited a lot. (Most men have no idea how to handle this desire, this urge I create inside them by being desirable but unattainable)
Mistress Jaa : What would happen if I told you I want to slap your face right here? (He physically pulls back from me immediately after I say that, he had been leaning closer and closer into my personal space)
No. Slap me no no. I hate to be. (The confusion in both his voice and his body language is suddenly hilarious to me, I shocked him to his core with that.)
Mistress Jaa : I want to slap you here. (At this point I hold him by his chin with my left hand and pull him to me. The tables around us stop to stare and he notices.)
No
Mistress Jaa : Yes (I raise my right hand to face slap him)
No
Mistress Jaa : Yes, yes, yes, yes. (He moves left and right to pull himself away from my hold on his chin. Then he sits there looking at me with the lust of a dog in heat.)
This make me crazy. Now listen me I tell you true, I slap my bone for women , I speak true. (His dick is about to take over his brain, I can feel it, it’s seconds away at most.)
Mistress Jaa : But not all women are the same.
Mistress Jaa : I’m not those women, you can pay money and i’m gonna fuck you.
Just keep it sexy.
Mistress Jaa : I tell you now. I don’t care your fucking money because I can make that money in two hours.
No you can do but you won’t I know baby.
(And now he tries to slip money into my hand secretly as a payment for what he really wants, probably because he can feel he has lost all power in the conversation and even fears at being struck in public. Thus, the primitive male brain when stripped of its false layers of confidence resort to what is left when being absent of any remaining ego … they try to pay for sex. Because in the end, it is the man who chases the pussy, not the other way around.)
Mistress Jaa : Yes but then why you offer me money?
Are you not understand again?
Mistress Jaa : I don’t understand. It sounds stupid.
No? I am stupid?
Mistress Jaa : Huh?
I am stupid?
Mistress Jaa : Ya. Maybe.
I choose to like you.
(Can you hear it in his voice? The sound of failure. At this point he was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.)
Mistress Jaa : Really? If you want to fuck some girl you go to Cowboy or Nana.
No no no , i never go to (Soi) Cowboy and fuck a prostitute. I offer you, I speak to you, because I like you.
Mistress Jaa : The problem is ; I don’t like you , that’s it.
I stood up and left him speechless at the table while his dick brain retreated into his balls as a turtle’s head would disappear into its shell. The only thing left for his money to buy was my part of the bill I left him with.
Jaa2 xx
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Well done, Mistress!!! That was brave and very empowering for Thai women!!! i can understand French (it’s one of our national languages here in Switzerland) and can really sense in his voice how confused and desperate he’s becoming because he thinks that $$$ will buy him everything in Thailand. i hope he reads this blog someday and realises what a fool he made of himself. He’s probably still thinking with his dick but hopefully will have a bit more respect for the next lady he tries to impress. – Humbly Yours, marc