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  • Paris Embarrass Mistress Bare Ass

    Paris Embarrass Mistress Bare Ass

    Not all sessions go as planned.

    I’ve  been writing  a lot of  stories  for my book this week  and I can’t help but poke fun at myself for the  myriad  of  times  that some  of  my more  far-fetched  ideas have  blown  up in my face.   In recounting memories of  some of the worst the one  that makes  me  laugh the  most had absolutely nothing  to do with  Femdom or  BDSM , but rather  my  penchant for being somewhat of  a bird-brain  while travelling  the  world  on  my Mistress as a Girlfriend experiences.

    So my sumbissive pet had checked  us into a cute boutique hotel in the Gare du Nord area of Paris.   He  was  following my  instructions  to  find  us an  upscale but  unassuming  hotel that came  equipped with a sauna –  and was off  the beaten trail  as  I had  intentions  of  teasing him by being naked once we were  alone getting all steamed up.

    naked-sauna-girlOnce I’m comfortable enough  with  a guy  ,  there’s absolutely nothing more seductive than sitting naked in front of  him in a  sauna  with my  legs open  and  letting him  watch the streams of sweat run down my nipples and cascade over the  cracks  of  my  pussy  lips.   It was  my intention to tease him as such.

    So  there’s two  ways to  go about such  a tease.  On one  hand, we could  enter the sauna  together and after a while just  nonchalantly slip  out of my towel and look at him  flirtively to get an instant erection out of  him.

    But on  the other hand ,  the shock  value of  going  to the  sauna first  to get a  full sweat on and having him walk in to  see me all hot with  legs spread  open  –  well that always gets the greatest reaction.

    On  this occasion, that was the plan I  had  set  up  in  my mind,  so while my boy was tasked with the job of running to  the  SuperMarche  two doors down Rue de Petit Hotels  (I’d  prefer to  stay on  Rue de Hommes avec de Gros Pénis,  mais c’est la vie) I slipped on a baby towel and left a note  on  the  bed  for  him to join  me in  the sauna.

    Now  this  is an  old  building and in the area of  the toilets/gym room/sauna/weight room the halls twist and turn themselves into a bit  of a maze and after innocently peeking behind a door to  find it led to the men’s  change room I came  upon sign that hung from the  ceiling  that said sauna and  below it were  two  doors  , one a thick looking wooden one and the other a paint chipped blue one.

    I’ve been in hundreds of saunas,  they’ve all  had big thick  wooden doors  so naturally  that’s  the one I chose.   After all, this isn’t the movie Labyrinth , it’s not like I’m  choosing certain death, right?

     

     

    Have you ever been momentarily ‘shocked so scared’ that you temporarily lose  the  ability  to think clearly?

    My  mind had gone from full Mistress mode  a  minute  ago in imagining my boys’ reaction to  seeing me  –  to giggling at  myself  and  uttering a  cute ‘fuck’ as I mistakingly opened  the men’s bathroom door, to feeling  confused at the choice of two doors as I thought it was a silly way to put signage  for a  spa.

    So when I realized that the wooden  door didn’t  lead  to the spa  but  instead into a cobweb  filled  and dimly lit rear hallway  with stairs  and  a  service  elevator  my mind froze.    It was like stepping into The Twilight Zone.

    Then I head  the  door click shut behind  me.

    I whirlled around to  open it but it  had  locked me out.

    door-latch-noseLike out of a Nightmare on Elm Street scene I began furiously pushing down on the latch (the kind that looks like a face with a long nose) and then began first  knocking  and then pounding on the door.  But it was  like 3pm ,  such an obscure  time  chosen by me  to  ensure  the  spa area  would  be  empty  so  nobody heard  me pounding  on  the door.

    Then panicking, I eeked out an “oh my god” as i tiptoed down the grey mouldy concrete stairs to the even more dimly lit floor below only to find that door locked as well.

    Looking down the stairwell I could see the floor two floors below completely shrouded in darkness so there was no way I was going  to go that way and  come   face  to  face with  the French  version of  Freddy Krueger.

    “Oh fuck my life” I cried as I  again tip toed up to the fake sauna door  and  tried  my luck banging and yelping for help to no avail.

    Behind me and to the left of the stairwell was a very  narrow pasage that was crammed with unused chairs, a table ,  some lamps  … all of which either  real  or  imagined  … was full of lint and cobwebs.  Behind that mess  of junk was a  service elevator.

    “Fine” I  thought,  “at least it’s lit better than  the stairwell.”

    In definitely one of  the  creepiest  moments  of  my  life I side stepped the unlit area with the  chairs and  lamps  with  my  back turned  towards  them  –  fully  expecting a witch’s hand  to  reach out suddenly and grab  me  by  my  shoulder.

    The service elevator door had to be noisily yanked  open  …  it was like a honey combed metal  sliding  door  that had to be slammed shut  in order for the elevator  to function  ,  and  the  lift itself was uncomfortably huge.

    Worse  was, as  the  lift went down it was open faced meaning,  I  could  see the dank dark concrete wall  as we descended and  I’ve  always had nightmares about that since as a kid I  one time hit the stop and alarm button in a highrise lift  only to  have  the elevator shake to a halt and  the  door open to the red number 34 painted on the concrete wall of the lift’s chasm.

    My knees were shaking when the  door  opened to the first floor and utter horror set  in  a moment later when I  found  the door to  the ground  floor  was locked  as well.

    Trapped.

    “I’m going  to  die in  the abandoned back halls of a never used hotel in Paris”  I thought.

    I  had  tears  in my  eyes as I  made my  way back to  the service elevator,  drawn to it like moths to a flame.

    Then, hope.  The lift had a speaker and what I assumed  was a ‘talk’ button beside it.

    evil-deadI pressed  it and screamed for  help.   Like … screamed.   Top of my lungs ‘Evil Dead’ type of scream.  I even bent down and  put my  lips right up to  the metal speaker and yelled right into the microphone ‘Fucking help me  s’il  vous plais,  s’il vous plais, s’il vous plais”

    Moments later a none too amused hotel employee opened not the door in the front of  the lift,  but to my absolute horror,  the back part of it.

    It was at this moment I realized by the way he  looked me up from toe to face that I was  naked.

    At some point with  all  the banging and  tip toeing,  I  had  dropped  my  towel.

    He said something to me in  French.   I  shook  my  head.   He  spoke  again.  Again I  shook  my  head having  no  idea how  to speak  French I just used puppy dog  eyes to get  the  hopelessness  of  my  situation  across to  him.

    Rolling his eyes to  the top  of  his head and  uttering a “mon dieu”  he  gestured for  me  to follow him.

    A few steps forward he led with his  shoulder through another blue door, much bigger than the one I  should  have chosen in the first place.

    It  led out onto  the busy street.  At  3pm  in the afternoon.  With  cars,  motorcycles,  and people walking by.

    I looked back at  the  lift thinking ‘oh  you have  got to be fucking  kidding me, there has  to  be another way back to  my room”

    Understanding  immediately what I  was  thinking  he  pursed his lips and shook  his  head sadly ,  then  shrugged  his  shoulders  as  if to  say there  was  no  other  option.

    So out through an ominous blue door  I  stepped,  naked, onto  the  streets of  Paris.

    Directly in  front  of me were  motorcycles  and  bicylcles parked together  , one  of which had leather motorcycle gloves draped  over  the handlebars.   Not  fancy  ones ,  nope, these were workman’s type gloves with the design  of a dinosaur raptor  on the sleeves.

    “Fine,  they’ll do”  I  thought.    It’s amazing how quickly one  can dismiss  the  thought  of  theft when presented with an  adverse situation.

    I draped  the gloves  over  my shoulders.   They  were  just  barely  long enough  to reach  but  not cover  my tits  so I  pinched  them with  my fingers and dropped  them a  few  inches so  they’d at  least cover my nips.

    Two steps later  I realized the SuperMarche I’d   sent my boy to  fetch food  from  was  right  next  door.   Meaning,  we were  going  to  go  in the  front door of  the  hotel.

    And  wouldn’t you  know  it,  the bells that I first  thought were so quaint  when I  had  first  checked into  the  hotel  ,   seemed  to  chime  even  louder as  if  to  announce my entry to  everybody  in  the  lobby  as my  escort  swung  the  door  open for us.

    I don’t remember much from that point on.    My mind  had  been withdrawn like  a turtle’s head to  hide  in  my  sub-c0nscious as we walked up to reception.

    “Passport?” the lady behind the desk said.

    “Are you serious?”  I  asked her.

    I  lifted  my  left  raptor  claw,  and then my right,  showing  her  both my  tits  in  the  process.

    “Nope,  no  passport.  Go  figure ,  eh?”

    She talked to the employee briefly in French and  then they … as  well  as all the people  in the  lobby  looked at me  with what could  only be  described  as an  “how….the….fuck” look.

    There’s a gate she  has  to buzz open  ,  it  sounds like the “fail” buzzer in the game show The  Family Feud.

     

     

    “Fail”  it screamed,  as it  allowed me  to pass  through.

    “Numero de  something or  other”  the French employee  asked  me  as  we  reached the elevator.   I caught the word  “numero”  , and held up four fingers of a raptor claw  to answer.

    The elevator doors  open  and yup,  it’s  packed full of Amish people.  Because  of course it is.   Four guys with  all  the same neck  length tapered  grey beards are  frozen in  place in the  lift as  they check me out  –  two or three  times.

    At this point my feet just shuffled forward.   I  swear , I could almost imagine  the employee changing  into a prison guard and yelling  out  “Dead girl walking” ,  and the lift was replaced by the  room they  hang people  in.

    Reached  the 4th floor, and still  numb with embarassment,  I  shuffled along  the  carpet  to  my room and knocked  on the door.

    And  knocked  again.

    and  again.

    mistress paris franch bdsm femdom jaa4uFinally after about  30  seconds  or  so,  William my slave  opens  the door to me  standing  there  naked  –  with the hotel  employee  standing behind  me shaking his head as  if  he’d  brought  home  a lost  puppy  … and William  has the audacity   to say “Where  the  fuck  have  you been, I was  waiting for you in the ….”

    SLAP.   Definitely the hardest I’ve ever face slapped a man.   It was  like a Muay Thai kick  , my hand’s trajectory starting from hip ,  was accelerated through the rotaion of my shoulders and down  through the core  of  my abs ,  and followed through “like you’re aiming at hitting something 6 inches behind your target”  as I’ve been taught.

    My raptor claws fell to the ground.

    “Pick those  up and  return them to  the blue motorcycle outside the blue door on the street.” I instructed.

    “What blue door?   What?   Where  did  you get these?  What  happened to  you?”  he asked , over and over.

    “It’s”  I  began and  then  paused  as  I drew  in a very  deep  breath, “a VERY  long story,  one  that I’m not  ever  going to talk about” I said.

     

    Well, until  now. 🙂

    Stay safe everybody.

    xx

     

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  • Teased Flaccid | Mistress Wael

    Teased Flaccid | Mistress Wael

    I’m writing for Mistress Wael right from memory of the talk I had with her tonight.   All the credit goes to her for the topic and her “research” , but the words needed to explain her theory are beyond what she’s able to write.

    At first I asked her  “do you really want me to publish what you’re experimenting with?   Cuz it might scare guys off.”

    But she showed me email proof that her guys are loving the results – even if it is  totally opposite of what I try to accomplish  in my  own  Tease & Denial sessions.

    So let me reassure you guys before I begin here –  that normal teasing  sessions  complete with  the volcanic like orgasms at  the end … or the hellish scrams of a cruel ruined orgasm are of course AVAILABLE  UPON REQEST.

    But for those who dare to be explorers in the further regions of experience … read on.

     

     

    First, a pop quiz for y’all.  Do you remember what Pavlov’s Theory is?  You were probably taught it in school.  I , on the other hand was taught it by original Mistress Jaa ,  and Mistress Wael just learned about it by applying it …  out of  sheer accident.

    It’s defined as such:  Pavlovian theory is a learning procedure that involves pairing a stimulus with a conditioned response.

    So one of  the differences between Mistress Wael and I is while I’ve been doing many Mistress as a Girlfriend sessions  … she’s been owning slaves and controlling their actions over an extended  period  of time  … some over a three year period.

    In layman’s terms …  I fuck with you mentally while she’s interested the levels of  madness she can make you endure by controlling your  beloved cock.

     

    So, I’m going to type this out just as she told me in Thai an hour ago.  To set the scene … I  had  shown  up unannounced just as her tease and denial session was about  to  begin as I was returning the chastity cage I  had borrowed since yesterday.   My intention was to hang around for her session and order food in thereafter.  But she shoo-shoo’d  me away not  allowing  me  to stay.    I  was like  what-the-fuck?  Why?   Then a moment later her slave-in-training came knocking on the door and I simply grabbed  my purse and  said “explain later” as  I left.   Got back an  hour later and gave  her  a  stern  look that basically screamed  “ok, spill  the  beans, what’s going on?”

    “You being in the room would have aroused him, and at this stage of his training I cannot allow that.”  she began.

    “But it’s a tease and denial session , you want his dick hard.”  I said matter-of-factly.  It is after all  my  expertise as  well.

    “No, it’s a Netflix Tease and Denial session” Wael retorted.

    Well  fuck,  that made about as much sense to me as a fat kid eating broccoli so I asked her to elaborate.

     

    “I play with his  cock for  2 hours” she said , “to make  him feel good  , but in  such  a way  that his cock cannot  get hard.”

    “Ever?”  I  asked.

    “Never.”   She said.  “Never , ever.”

    Hmm, interesting,  “how” I asked as I  sat down on the bed beside her.

     

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    “At  first ,  in the first few times he came to  see me  ,  of course I  would let  him  get hard and tease  him until the  end  of  the movie.   But then I started just squeezing his dick … soft enough so  his dick  liked the feeling …  but never hard  enough for him to get  an erection.”

    She got  up  and  got the thick pink  dildo she  uses  on well stretched asses in session.

    With her fingers she  showed me how she would just roll around the shaft  avoiding  the  head  completely and  she explained that  the head was only to  be  touched once the penis “gave up” and  got  too  soft.

    “Gave up?” I  asked.

    “Yes, the dick thinks my hands will  make him hard for 20 to 30 minutes  – at  first – last year I mean.   Nowadays it knows it’s fate , it has been trained to be flacid , completely broken.  But before when  we started 2 years ago it wanted  to get hard.  It would  pulse.  It would flex.  And then it would give up trying to talk to  my fingers  to squeeze  harder.”

    “Do you ever jack it off up  and down?”  I  asked.

     

    “Only for reward … for  lasting  the whole movie soft … it gets to be hard from up and  down jacking off … and  then  it  gets  locked  in the chastity until  next time I see him.”

    I nodded, understanding suddenly where  all my fucking chastity cages have been disappearing to.

    “Eventually, I would  make  him  stay for 2 movies, keeping him horny  but  soft  for 4 hours.  Yesterday I made him binge  watch Kingdom Season 2  on  Netflix with  me  … 6 hours straight, no orgasm, just touching  his dick in that perfect balance between stroking too softly and stroking with too much pressure.”

    “And?” I said with great interest.  Seriously, how the fuck I’ve never  thought  of trying this  is beyond me.   I begged her  to continue.

    “His dick now cannot get hard.  At most it  can achieve 60% erection.   Enough  to fuck for 10 seconds before it will fail.    When it fails,  I laugh at it.  Like  a  pitiful homeless wet dog.  It  takes a long time to tease a cock to perpetual softness , but I’ve now done it with  not only him, but many many men.  They are all like eunuch’s ,  but worse because their dick won’t function  , and I make them thank me every session for doing that to them.”

    “Pavlov” I said.

    My mind left the room for  a moment  at that point.

    I was recalling original Mistress Jaa teaching me about Pavlonian responses and  how they can  be  used  in  a session  to  great effectiveness.   Her realm of  usage was related to pain, and conditioned responses to something like the sound of her whip spinning in the air in front of her blindfolded slave – tied standing up to a railing  on her balcony  – and how his  knees would buckle in fearful submission only from the ‘whoop whoop  whoop’  sound of  it as she spun it a foot from his ear.

    teased flaccid tease denial femdom bdsm jaa“They remember the sound of the whip” she had said “more than they remember the punishment.”  Geez, I remember  that guys’ name, Marcel.   She’d say it over and over  – she’d  always use the man’s name in her  sessions to gain favour.   “Marcel” she’d say, “Marcel you forgot to say my name when you thanked me  for  that last weight on your balls.”  She’d begin to spin  the whip.  “Marcel, what happens to men who don’t thank me by name?”

    His  lip would quiver at  the question.  She’d  spin the whip harder , “accidentally” letting the tip  of  it  ‘ping’ off the  metal rail of her balcony.

    ‘MARCEL , she would suddenly yell,  what exactly is my name?”

    “Jaa, Mistress Jaa, Mistress Jaa”  he said  as his knees gave out beneath him leaving  him slumping  but held  up by his crucified hands.

    “Spread  your knees , show my whip your  balls  … if  you want to slump  like that.”

    “Mistress Jaa  … oh oh  … Mistress Jaa Mistress Jaa” he’d  whimper in his suddenly fleeting French accent ,  at that  moment sounding more like a boy drowning in an  icy cold  lake.

    After  that session , one that I’ll never forget she asked me as we  sat  down for  coffee shortly after he left.

    “Do you  know how many times I’ve hit him?”

    “A hundred?” I guessed.

    “Once”  she replied, with a devious smile.  “But I spun the whip  for 10 minutes before I  hit him  … and when  I  did,  it was with full force  … to open a crack on his skin.  Thereafter, only the sound is needed.”

    It’s a method that I’ve used ever since.

    It wasn’t until I  did almost the same type of  session some six years ago  that the  German guy –  Franz – whom I was moulding  at the time  kept  saying  “Pavlov, Pavlov , Pavlov” to my whip spinning.   And it was he who taught me about Pavlov’s Theory

     

    Now I see that Mistress Wael  has applied the stimulus / response idea to teach a cock that it can  no longer get hard in her presence.

    “How do you indeed  make  it hard?”  I asked her.

    “I stimulate it in  a  much  different  way.   Usually when it’s  locked  I’ll make him almost cum by rubbing,  pulling and massaging his balls.  That makes  him  rock  hard … but he learns to  get hard from his  balls being  touched,  not  his  dick.”

     

    Now I gotta  admit,  I  know  you guys  like the  back  of  my hand,  I can’t see but  a handful  of  you actually wanting your dick to become impotent.   But there is indeed a niche crowd out there  who loves being controlled  completely  by his  mistress,  who has fantasies  over his dick  being  inadequate and has even  had  thoughts of  being  castrated.  Her methods are a welcomed  outlet for men pursuing this fetish.

    I  think  you can now begin to see why some  guys who pursue sessions with Mistress Wael love just how very far  she leads them down the path of submission.    She has an army of men who live to drink from her piss hole,  eat from her  asshole, and have not  only given up possession of their cocks to her  chastity devices,  but have also  been permanently teased flaccid over a lengthy and subtle process.

    The less daring run to Wael for her ball-emptying Tease & Denial sessions  , truly that is the vast majority.

    But for  the few  who  are looking for a way to  explore total devotion  …. be a good dog …  and look into Wael’s Tease & Permanent Denial methods.

     

    xx  … writing on behalf of

    Mistress Wael

     

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  • Paradigm Shift in Society (added to on March 16th)

    Paradigm Shift in Society (added to on March 16th)

    As a Mistress  for over 10,000 men , spread throughout the  world , I  have a very unique ability to peek  into the lives of you guys and see how this  Covid Corona Virus is affecting everyone on the most personal of  levels.  Discourse through email has been nothing short  of  fascinating these past two  weeks –  so  much so that it  would make for a fascinating book if I was  able to present  all the dialogue chronologically as this thing developed from a trendy thing  to talk about to a full blown global crisis.

    You  all are well  aware by now that I’m motivated to observe and research what makes people ‘tick’ ,  what triggers them exactly.   Then I  take  these macro cases and try to apply my  theories  in  the  most micro way  possible …  through experimentation  in my sessions.

    Never in the past 10 years  have  I had more global stimulus to observe and  make sense of than I’ve had in the past month.

    And  every time I theorize about how things have  changed and how it will affect us …  I get another  2-3  emails alerting me to even  more dynamic changes … and  it feeds the circle almost endlessly.

    So much  so that  I’ve had a  hard time sitting  down and trying to put it down on paper.

    Part of that is  because I try ,  for the most  part anyways, to keep this  blog  on  course  – talking mostly about my sessions and  all things related to femdom/bdsm.

    And  truly, I  could have  written 100 stories in the past week ,  each  one wilder than the  last one … if I allowed myself to write  about this virus thing exclusively.

     

    So allow me ,  a Mistress armed only with an English studies degree from a Thai University (which is  about as valuable as  2nd  hand  toilet  paper) and a ‘diploma’ in Creative Writing from a lowly college in Sydney ,  …  to spitball a few ideas at the wall and see which theory  ,  if any ,  stick  in your mind as  sumthin’ to chew on.

     

    cheek--kissA paradigm shift  in society is occurring right before  our very eyes.

    One  of the things I’ve  enjoyed  about visiting Europe – particularly Switzerland & France is the “faire la bise” or the cheek kiss  …  1-3  pecks on  both cheeks when greeting somebody.  We’re so guarded with our circle of protection here in SE Asia that i’ve found  it nothing short  of  remarkable  that there’s this heartwarming tradition that’s existed for centuries in Europe which breaks down that protective barrier immediately.

    And  now ,  in an instant, that time honoured tradition has disappeared.   Probably never to be seen again.

    In fact, even worse – as I’m hearing it from you guys  – the  norm is to now nod your  heads to recognize one another  and begin  discourse from a greater distance than ever before.  God forbid our fucking ‘wai’ goes global, I’ll truly shit my pants  if that  happens.

    One of my social interaction tricks that I use with you guys is to touch you as soon as possible – subtly – to break down that nervousness or that protective  circle you have built around yourself.

    I  do this by not  standing in front of you  , but at right  angles , or beside you –  as we’re much more  inclined to  let  somebody get  close to us if approached from the side.  From  there a simple  hand on the  shoulder or a squeeze of your elbow and  in some cases a full  blown hug sets us at ease.

    That’s  all  gone.

    I depend more on my smile, and in the  lift going up  to  my condo  here I’m very well aware that we will now naturally take our spots  on opposite sides of the elevator.    Which if you think about it is crazy as in 5 minutes I’m going to have  your rock hard  dick  in my hand as I whisper sweet nuthings in your ear 🙂

    One thing that hasn’t changed is the mandatory pre-session shower I invite (re:demand) you take once  in my condo  – except –  I’m  noticing that you guys are taking an exceptionally long  time in the shower lately –  as if to prove “look I can’t  possibly  have any viral microbes on me if I turn my skin into a full body wrinkly prune.”

    Seriously , have you given thought to what it’s like going to work on a prune-ated dick?  (if that’s not an official word in the dictionary then well fuck you, it is now)

     

    pig-pythonHere’s another paradigm shift that’s coming ,  that if I’m right,  will affect the world in unimaginable ways.

    There’s the mother of all baby booms coming this Christmas.

    To help relate as to why I think  this is,  let me umm, fill you in on a rather embarassing story of mine going back to my college days some 13 odd years ago.

    I had become such a recluse after I had flown back from Sydney that I had locked myself in my room 24/7 and immersed myself in World of  Warcraft as Thaibeast the killer kitty druid , an exalted member of the Guild ‘Casual” on Mount Hyjal.  Yup, full fucking geek alert.  The only time I’d step out of my world was to bend the knee as original Mistress Jaa’s faithful slave in her double mistress sessions … where I’d do nothing but get between her legs and eat her pussy while she ordered her slave to jack off while sucking her tit.

    Hey, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do right?  And it got my foot in the door – not to mention my tongue on a nice clit – and the money allowed me to avoid the world and all sunshine for days on end.

    So in what was probably one of this website’s first ever Mistress as a Girlfriend session , I was instructed to take her ‘client’ out on a date and well – be his slave  (heh, go figure) for a couple of  hours before returning to the ‘real’ mistress who would punish him for using me.  It  was her little mind game thing  , but  anyways, the point is that to do so , I had to crawl out of  my gaming  dungeon and particiapte in a normal societal exchange for  a few hours  instead of burying my face between her legs for an  hour.

    Easy eh?   Not quite.

    So there  we were walking down Sukhumvit looking for a  place to eat – the customer and I – when he naturally began  to make small talk kind of conversation to get things going.   It went something like this:

    “So what do you other than working for Jaa?”

    “Oh well, I’m an officer in a guild , I farm supplies for  our raids  mostly.”

    “By guild , you mean business ,  right?”  he’d say with a frown on his face.

    thaibeast“No,  a gaming guild  called  Casual ,  which  is a play on words as we’re  actually a hard core  raiding  guild, I’m the supplies officer.”

    “…and what do you do all day, play games?”

    “I farm for mats”

    “Mats?”

    “Materials.  Plants, rocks, herbs, and then I turn them into flasks and potions to buff our raid … so you  know …  so we can put down Lady Vashj finally.”

    “Lady who?”

    “Vashj ,  she’s  the end boss in Serpentine Cavern, we’re having a fucking hard time killing the bitch,  but we’re almost  there.”

    “umm,  you don’t get out much ,  do you?”

     

    That last line of  his …  is absolutely  correct, word for word.   It made me realize that my world was so reclused that I could no longer communicate with anybody  in the “outside” world.   To me,  as hard as this may be  to understand for you  , my world existed entirely inside the game  … and the “real” world as you know it  … was just a distraction  that I  had to return to for basic essentials like eating, pissing , and well … eating Jaa’s pussy for  money once or  twice a week.

     

    How  is  this  all relevent to a global paradigm shift you’re wondering?

    Well  see,  to a lesser extent ,  but  still significantly so  …  men globally use following sports and ‘their team’ as a crutch  to get  them  through  life just the same  as I  used WoW to get through life a decade ago.

    Except, I grew out of that phase of my life.

    As of yesterday … the proverbial ‘computer plug’ has been yanked out  of the  wall from men’s lives all around the world  leaving them with absolutely nothing to fill their previously sports filled  evenings.

    Nothing but …  their girlfriends and wives!!!

    “What the fuck?   I have to  talk to this bitch every night now?”  is what all men around the world are asking  themselves  as they turn around and for the first time  in years are having  to ‘spend an evening’ with their  significant other.

    And I ask … what do guys do when forced to pass time  with their girl while  watching Netflix every night?

    Two things.   One , spousal  abuse  will skyrocket.

    As will fucking.

    It’s  one or  the other.

    And  “the  other” is going  to cause a baby boom 9 months hence the likes  of which the world  has never seen.

    That’s because world population post world war 2  was  only  2 billion  people.  Fuck,  that’s just the size of China nowadays.   We’re talking about 8 billion people fucking on the couch while watching Breaking Bad all over again on Netflix.

    Every evening.  For somewhere between 1 to ?  months that men are  without sports to watch.

    I’ll  let  your mind  wander as  to  how  that’ll affect food demands, housing demands, diaper demands, natural resource exponential destruction , accelerated global warming ,  etc.

    Japan’s government will be clapping their  hands excitedly shouting from  the  rooftops “we  finally found a way to make Japanese people fuck each other again!”

     

    sports withdrawlI know matter of factly that men are going out of their  minds just one day  into their sports withdrawl by the ungodly number of emails I got today asking for an impromptu session this evening.

    Fine with me, I can keep guys entertained (if not begging and squirming as well) on my bed for a while  … but if your sports  withdrawl extends into April you’re kinda  fucked for  a month.

    That’s  because on  April  6th I’m going in for my breast enlargement surgery  ,  and doctors have already told me to be very still and give my body 3 whole weeks to  heal itself.

    So from April 6th to the end of April  , Mistress’s Wael &  Arita will be waging a solo war on keeping men’s dicks at attention  all  by themselves.

     

    The  last  part  of this paradigm shift  in society is what  I call the Societal Wake Up Call.

    Our truth has been called into question.   And  that’s  because it’s  a truth  that records not the  real world, but the world as we dream it.

    The medium through which we see the world is our phones.

    Up until just this month Twitter –  or whatever social  media  platform you  choose  to  envision  had gone through 3 stages of predictable reaction.

    The first  was the outlier stage where  people would laugh at either the prognosticators of  doom  regarding Covid or those who were far  too  nonchalant.

    Then came the qualification stage , as in  , “you’re  not qualified enough to express  an opinion” – because on social media though ppl hardly  ever confess  to be experts, we’re  all  too  quick to silence anyone who does state an  educated opinion.

    Funnily, that stage lasted only 10 or so days, quickly replaced by The Blame Game stage … where  much  like the YouTube comments section,  people  just took to  pointing  fingers and blaming people for the virus’s spread.

    All  predictable shit.

    We’re  a fucking mess as a society, and filling our  day with trivial agruments in  each of  these  three  stages has  been a way of life  for nearly a  decade  now.

    But  then.  Things changed.

    Last week for  the first time that I  can remember,  Twitter … the platform I  use the most  … unified itself.

    I call it the Call to Action stage.   Or for those who prefer  more  melodrama  in their lives  …  the “holy  fuck the world is going  to end if  we don’t do something  about  this right fucking  now” stage.

    Starting about 4 or  5 days  ago my  emails suddenly  but quite noticeably took  on a very serious tone.

    For example, small sample size warning but still relevant I think  …  I had 4 emails at the beginning  of  the month where the guy asking to session with me  admitted openly that he felt ‘under the weather’ but was intent on showing up anyways.

    Ya, like  fuck  you  are was  my response.

    And to a  man, all  four  of  them  were “deeply  disappointed” that I demanded the  session be  postponed  to  a much later date.

    Then just this week,  starting Monday, I had 7 cancellations in these last 5 days  from people who were “probably  sick from  the air conditioning being  too  cold  or something” but had no intentions of showing  up  for  the  session and instead openly admitted  without coersion from me  that they  were  going to be  overly cautious  and quarantine themselves.

    That’s significant because if  you were in charge  of my emails over the past  decade you’d know that  nobody cancels sessions.  My conversion rate from first session request to actually doing the session is about 95%  and always has been.

    Furthermore, the  cancellations I get are fear factor  cancellations.   Guys wimping out  at the last minute  because they can’t deal with  their nerves  as the  session date approaches.   Thus the plethora  of  dead grandmother stories that I have to  endure every year.

    I’ve never  had 7 cancellations  in a  week.   Ever.    ‘Til  now.

    Which shows that suddenly , starting 7  or so days ago,  both on  Twitter  and in  real life …  there’s  this awareness of  hygiene  and  cleanliness that’s gripped people in a feverish way.

     

    Finally, how  has  this all  affected me?

    Frankly, I’m quite terrified to  go  outside.    Not because I’m fearful of contracting the virus ,  but because I was born with  dust allergies  and I’m  prone to sniffle and sneeze  when a gust of wind blows up some dirt.

    Like,  you can pretty much count  on the skytrain’s  arrival and  the  gust  of wind  that comes  with  it  to  cause  me to sneeze shortly  thereafter.

    Last time I was on  the train was  over a  week  ago … back  in  the  “old days” when people were only mildly concerned about the virus  …  and the  fucking stares I got when I sneezed were murderous.   People ….  normally  shy people  may  I add …  visibly distanced  themselves  from  me like I was  carrying the  bubonic plague on my nose.

    So , given that the incubation period of this virus is about 4 days as I learned from this professional …

     

     

    I’m guessing that this just the early days of people’s panic threshold,  meaning we’re  not  anywhere close  to the mass hysteria that’s about to hit next month.

    Want to know what  I envision?

    You sneeze in  public next month … well, that could  be a death sentence.

    I  have  the  cutest most adorable sneeze one could hope to have been naturally gifted with, and given  that  next month my boobs will  even jiggle when I  let out my innocent little “a-choo” ,  I’d still bet dollars to donuts that I’d still get shot on sight if I sneeze  out in public come  the month of  May.

    Dramatic?  Ya , perhaps.  But did anybody 14 days ago think  it  was even a remote possibility that  Italy would be shut down?   That all sports  in the world would all be cancelled  in one  day?

    What happens when USA gets their shit together eventually and finally begins to test people?

    If you’ve got 90 minutes to  spare, I strongly suggest you listen the epidemiologist on Joe Rogan’s podcast in the video abbove.

    He’s the reason I think we’re a stones throw away from this …

     

     

    How about  a game of  Fuck. Marry. Kill  ?

    The three subjects are:

    Covid Virus, Thanos , and Zombie Apocolypse.

    I’d marry Thanos because if I survived the culling, I’d definitely want to be the wife of the god who destroyed half of all life in the universe.

    I’d kill the Corona CoVid virus because it took sports away from men.  Absolutely anything that takes men away from their beloved sports deserves to die.

    And I’d fuck the zombie because I can even cut right through the “friends with benefits” fucking  that I’ve adopted since last year.   It’d be fucking in its purest form.

     

    In the end,  I think Italy saved the world.

    While Trump was saying the virus was a hoax and that it’s all under control  … and Merkel was predicting 70% of the German population was inevitably going to contract it … the Italians took the lead and shut down their country in an unprescidented  move that will be remembered for all time methinks.

    In doing so, they dragged the world to follow by showing them what needed to be  done.

    Italians don’t like me very much.  Except for you Dami, not one Italian guy has ever followed through on submitting to me in the  7  years I’ve been a Mistress.

    But I may have to  give a freebie fuck to the first one  who shows up at  my door as a token of appreciation for saving us all.

    Dammit.

    I was so looking forward to fucking a zombie.

     

    xx

     

     

     

    Added  Monday March 16th  …

     

    I’m  thinking of  making this a  timeline  ,  and  just adding to  it  whenever something crosses  my mind.   Which it does often as everybody is emailing me exchanging  thoughts.

    Today I watched Trump and his “team” basically  high five one  another on  tv patting themselves on  the back  for their course of action.   Know what  it  reminded  me of?

    Hurricane Katrina.

    When instead of  Trump  it was Bush and his “team” congratulating each other in the exact same location … as 10’s  of  thousands of  people in New Orleans were drowning, being raped , etc  …  a good week and a  bit after the disaster hit.

    That day the governer of Louisianna exploded publically at the back slapping show while his people  were  dying en-masse.

    Today it was the governer of  Illinois condemming  the 8 hour lineups at Chicago’s airport as people  no doubt were being herded together  like cattle spreading the virus around to one  another.

    I got a sense of deja vu.

    Then got into a discussion with one of you , basically agreeing that it seems like the country about to drive the 18 wheeler over the cliff is the USA , here’s a cut/paste of my email  back to him ……

     

     

     

    “i’m thinking of just adding to  that  story every time i have  a  thought about the virus.    at the very least  it’ll provide an interesting look back at  the timeline as I saw it …many years down the line.

    today’s thought comes  from this brilliant page illustrating how the virus spreads under different social distancing scenarios ….

    https://www.washingtonpost.com/graphics/2020/world/corona-simulator/ 

    time line
    click to englarge

    see the  bottom  4  examples at the  bottom of the page?

    i added notes  for you  in  the  attachment  that  show my thoughts  about those 4 scenarios.

    let  me know if you think i’m  right.

    i  don’t think  usa  can /  will ever … get to example 3.

    i think there are  too many  uninformed and disinterested people  in  usa.   they will protest for their “rights” if the  gov’t tries to implement martial law …which they  will  have to  to copy  what  China did.

    and they  will die because  of their “right to  freedom”

    which is  poetic,  isn’t it?   🙂

    i think Europe  will get to example 3  quicker than undeveloped countries will.  Europeans on the whole are  infinitely smarter  than  Americans.

    Governments  need to eliminate these  words:     “should”  ,  “suggest” , “recommend”   …  when talking about social distancing.    If left to  the people to decide if  they “should”  distance  themselves  … the country that uses such  verbage will see their population  wiped  out.

    Global martial  law  fixes this.    Only  that.

    Can it  be done in time?

    I doubt it.

    I  hope not 🙂

    But  then again … i’ve been pro  “let  1/2 the world die” for a  while now.  I just didn’t know that the remaining 1/2 would all be North Koreans and the Chinese. ”

     

     

    59 min ago   All Ohio restaurants and bars ordered to close at 9 p.m. with only carryout and delivery available
    From CNN’s Artemis Moshtaghian

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  • Toilet Training my Slaves | Mistress Wael

    Toilet Training my Slaves | Mistress Wael

    I got the idea of how to Toilet Train my submissive slaves from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.

    No …  not throw you into a bathroom of snakes  … that was Raiders of the Lost Ark.

    I’m talking about the 3 paths Indiana Jones had to pass to get the Holy Grail.

     

    I thought … I should give my slaves 3 paths to cross to get my Holy Grail.   My poo.

    So let’s compare the 3 paths from the movie to my 3 paths …  and  you will see why both tests are the same.

     

    The Penitent Man

    The first test should cut out every slave who does not have the right attitude to eat from my ass.

    In the temple the first test said “only the penitent man shall pass.”

    Or … be humble before God … bend the knee to worship.

     

    https://youtu.be/MxPdqbmYi8U

     

    I will never book a slave who is crazy about poo and is not penitent about his fetish.

    This kind of guy will cover his body and swim in his poo.   Not who I am looking for at all.

    I want the man who one time had a young girl sit on his face and laugh at him when he was young and in school.

    That kind of guy remembered her laugh  … and remembered the smell of her ass.

    And it stick with  him all his life.

    Now he is a adult and wants his Mistress … somebody dominant … to take him by his hair and push his face into her ass.  It is his dream to worship the ass of  his Mistress.

    To me …  that means he has to worship my ass and anythhing that comes  out  of it.

    And I don’t care if he enjoys it or  not.

    He must be penitent to me and thank me for letting him worship my ass anyway I want.

    A slave like this will be nervous.  But he will be excited at the same time.

    He will be silent and pass through all my levels quietly from his knees … like a penitent man should.

    Then , in time , he will find his holy grail.

     

    The Word of God(dess)

    “Proceed in the footsteps of the word”

    Goddess in Latin is : Dea

    Three letters  … 3 steps.

    In the movie Indiana had to step on each letter to pass to the next letter.

    And so must you pass through my 3 steps.

    In step one you must show me … with no noise … that you can survive when I facesit on you and my ass smells bad.

    That means no licking, no sucking, no kissing my asshole.

    I have the same rule for my nipple tease, and my pussy tease.  Only the disciplined man may pass.

    I hate femdom videos where the man says “Thank You Mistress”  100 times.  I don’t need you to speak.  If I want you to speak I will tell you to speak.

    Be silent and smell.  I  have spoken.

     

     

    In step two you will show me can swalllow my fart with no complain.

    No noise.

    No kicking.

    No gagging.

    Also, this is important because you will learn how to make a seal with your mouth on my asshole.   When I fart I don’t want it to make a noise.   Just go from my ass to your stomach.  Perfect slilence.

    Because this is the only way I give you the Holy Grail  …  with a perfect seal of your mouth on my ass.

    Let me  ask you something.   When you finish  take  a shit …  is  the shit in the  toilet or all over  the floor?   Exactly.  Learn to be a toilet by swallowing my fart and you can move to the next step.

    In step three you will swallow my pee.

    Silently.  Thankfully.  With no mess.

    And  no gagging!!!!  Seriously,  if you gag on my pee, do you  really  think  you  are ready for  my  poo?

    Unfortunately a lot of my slaves fail like the guy you see on my Twitter post.   Like him, many will never graduate to the next level.  And that is ok.

    Sometimes  you  think  the session will  be just  like  your fantasy.   That …. is why you fail

     

     

    You are close to the holy grail.

    Let me tell  you  a  secret.   I use the toilet in my bathroom 3  times  a day.   When I flsuh  …  it never throws my poo back  up on the floor.  Never.

    To be my perfect toilet slave  …  you too must learn to never gag.

    So you must pass my last step … get used to the taste of your dinner.

    And don’t lick like a dog.  At Terminal 21 the fancy toilet has a spray that cleans my ass.  I want your tongue to be like that.   Quick and clean.   No noise.

    Again … I really hate noise.   I don’t like the slave who makes noise.  Any noise will be punished.  You won’t make a second noise … once you feel the punishment.  That I guarantee.

    Some make it this far.  Not everybody.  But some.

    They are ready for the final path.

     

    The Path of God(dess)

    “Only a leap from the Lion’s Head will he prove his worth”

    It’s a leap of faith.

    You must believe you can do it.

    toilet slave bobbing for applesIn  the movie Indiana could not see the path.  It was invisible.   He had to step into the abyss before he could land on the path.

    So forget about any Toilet Training my Slave videos you see online.   I always thought “if you can see the poo, the Mistress is doing it wrong” in the video.

    The most boring Toilet Training video I ever saw was original Mistress Jaa.   I have it on my computer.  I watched it over 100 times.   I still never saw evidence of her pooing in his mouth.

    She did it so quietly … so quickly … and went back to her Tease & Denial part of the session so fast … it was amazing.  I knew then  … THAT is how my Toilet Training sessions will be like.

    A leap of faith.

    You won’t see it coming.

    You won’t smell it coming.

    You won’t feel it coming.

    It will just happen.

    And then it will happen again … and  again … and again … and  again … and so on.

    Because, like Jaa, I break the holy grail of dinners into little chocolate pieces.   I really hope you like eating small chocolates.  You’ll be eating them for 2 hours.

     

    I have done over 100 Toilet Training sessions now.

    Not one has made even a little mess.  Not one has made a sound.

    Why?

    Because I design perfect toilets.   🙂

     

    Mistress Wael

     

     

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  • Massage Tease & Denial | Mistress Wael

    Massage Tease & Denial | Mistress Wael

    massage tease denial femdom bdsmI never told  you how I started to get so good at Tease & Denial did I?

    Here is what I knew when I worked first at Anampura Hotel Spa and then at Conrad Hotel Spa … men don’t really come for oil massage to feel relax.  They want to feel excited  … and  relaxed.

    But I feel then like my hand is ties because I cannot do the massage style I want to do  … and  when I did normal oil  massage I never  get more  than 200 baht tip even for a two hour massage.

    The same time I very close to  separate with my ex husband.  The bank take our house back because he refuse to pay mortgage …  and I start really fight him because I done with him hitting  me and burn my body.  I just really sick of him.

    But how to live by myself with only 500 baht a day.   Cannot.

    I know for sure I  had to stop work massage at 5 star  hotel and go to a small  massage shop.

     

    At the new massage shop I can do anything I want when alone with the customer.   And if you think my English is bad  today  …  6  years ago my English would make you want to cry.

    So how to  make the customer not talk to me for 2 hours  …  but same time  … make  him  want to tip me  a lot of  money.

    Easy answer.

    Give him something he cannot find easy any other shop.

     

    massage-tease-denial-assA massage session is  not  the same as the FemDom Tease & Denial session I do now.   Do you know why?

    Because for 1 first hour of  massage you lay down on your  tummy.

    With Tease & Denial you lay on  your back.

    So at massage after about 15 minutes  and I  finish the feet massage then I  can go up your legs.   Every massage girl will focus on the leg.   I focus on the inside of the leg.   Your thigh.

    Why?  Well that was my secret to how I  made more  than  any massage girl for tip money.

     

    When we  sit  and talk about the customer I  learn very fast that every girl hate to touch the balls and penis.   If  they  touch … it from accident or just like a joke to make her laugh and the customer laugh for a little bit.

    Not me.

    I made sure every 1 minute … I ‘accident’ touch his balls or come too close to his cock at least 1 time.

    Why?  Because the first 20 minutes he will think I am  like  every  massage  girl  …  I  touch his  dick  from ‘accident’.

    But every ‘accident’ I  make  keep him hard for 1 more minute.

    After 30 minutes … every customer who come to  see me know for  sure my touch is not a  ‘accident’.

    And what can he do?

    He cannot talk to me.   I don’t know English yet.

    He  cannot move or  touch his dick  because  he  lay on  it.

    He has to  wait 30  more  minutes before he can turn over.

    But he  is geting harder and harder every minute I  keep  him  like  that.

    And  what drive him crazy the most  can you  guess?

    My massage is perfect.  My technique for give a massage is more soft ,  more care,  more sexy  , and more pressure than any girl can  do.   True !

     

    So I have i think my perfect mix.   50% tease by ‘accident’  and  50% a perfect relaxing massage.

    Time for my 2nd secret trick I did every time.

     

    gspot sensitive-spotSee  … I know even before  7 years  ago …  EVERY man LOVE to  have a  girl play with his ass.

    In my massage I make sure when the last  15 minutes for  hour  1 … I don’t focus too  much  on  massage the back  like  I learn.

    I  focus lower back, ass  , and asshole  🙂

    And you  know  what?  Nobody complain.   Ever.

    My secret is  …  I only touch the asshole when 5 minutes left in the hour.

    The ass is like chocolate.  If  you eat too much you get sick of  it.  If  you lick chocolate from my finger for 5 seconds  … you crave chocolate for 1 day.

     

    So the last 5  minutes I  massage  with 2  hands.   One I massage lower back.   Two I  massage his ass … and  touch his balls  …  and let my finger touch his  cock …  and go back to his ass …  until  …

    Time is up!   1 hour finish.  Turn over.

    I love when he turn over  …  every customer  …  to look in  his eye and hold his hard cock  … because he embarass to be hard like  that …  and shock that I am not shy about hold it.

    It make him think  … what the fuck with this girl?   Why she is like that?

     

    The last hour  … I fuck with his mind.

    Every time … I focus only on my massage technique and ignore his  dick.

    Why i  do like that?

    Because after  he  turn  over  and  I grab his cock … now he expect me to  touch.   Now it is not ‘accident’ in  his mind.

    So I have to  make him  think  again  … yes it  was  ‘accident’.

    Or make him think  “I  don’t care about his dick.”

    And true … for 30 minutes in  hour #2  I  never touch the dick or balls …  not even 1 time.

    Why 30 minutes?

    Because it take about  long like that for him to  forget about  his dick  and  focus on  the massage.

    Time for  secret #3.

     

    facesit-massage mistress wael bdsm bangkok In hour #2 always like I  get taught … to start at the feet 10 minutes  , then legs 10 minutes , then tummy 5 minutes.

    To do the last 30 minutes of a 2  hour massage …. if  I listen to  my teacher  … I have  to  move  my  body  beside the customer  to  massage the chest and arm.  Then behind him to  massage the  head last 10 minutes.

    Fuck that.

    Also … fuck technique for put his head on my lap under a pillow.   No tip if I do that.

    For 30 minutes I sit with his  head between my knees.

    I unbutton my massage shirt.   And I lean over him to massage his chest and 6 pack …  and give him a  good view  when  I massage him.

    Always I make sure I reach too far on his  6 pack ‘by accident’ and touch under the head of his penis to keep  him hard.

    My rule for myself   … for the last 30 minutes  …  keep his cock to  touch  his belly button.   To do that he has to be 100% hard.

    Also  …  I can tell when he is ready by  how much he leak  into  his belly button hole.

     

    If I am lucky  … the guy I  massage has sensitive nipples.  Always I get tip 1000 baht or more for how I do extra time for massage his  chest and pull his nipples.

    Maybe from that is where I start to learn CBT because of how I scratch , pull ,  bite,  pinch  the  nipples  …  same time I massage.

    I think about only  20% of my massage customers love me  to  play with the nipple like  that … but if he like it … that guy always come back to see  me  every time he come to Bangkok.

     

    Now…last 10 minutes of my two hour  massage.   Time for secret #4.

    Why do  I  put  the customer  between my knees?    Well for secret number four.

    So if  you ask me … when did I know I have a personality to be a mistress? …  I will tell you I know from how I finish my massages that I am kinky enough to be a mistress.

    In her last story , your head mistress told you about how I like to choke my slaves if I choose to fuck them now.

    My choke fetish started when I was doing massage 7 years ago.

    How I would finish my massage customer?

    I  had 2 rules.  And I did the 2 rules all the time.  I think because not every guy liked it … but the guy who DID like it … always book me often  and always always tip me big.   So I made it my ‘style’.

    rule 1 … only finish the guy with one finger … super slow for 10 minutes until he cum.

     

    Every massage girl gave a happy ending hand job because it was 500 baht tip guarantee for her.

    But I had my customer always horny and hard for all 2 hours.

    To finish him did not take a  lot.  Just one finger under the head  …  up and down slow  … enough to make him explode.

    And … when he cum … my left hand choke him and i squeeze my knees on the side of his so hard his face turn very very red.

    Not a side choke.  I choke from push down on his throat with my hand to asphyxiate him.  I make him very hard to breathe … he have to fight to breathe.

    When he finish and he feel  like he want to sleep … i give him secret #5.

     

    One more thing I know about men.

    They like a girl to hold him … after he cum … like a baby.

    And …

    Every man is crazy about boobs and nipples when a girl hold him in arm close to the chest.

    The last 5 minute of  every massage is head and shoulder massage.   It is I think … the favourite part the man enjoy most but never want to say  he enjoy  it.

    I make the guy enjoy it more by take  off my shirt and  bra and  hold  him between my boob.

    Why?  Listen I will tell you.

    When I massage the back of  the  neck …  every person will lift the chin up.  It feel very good yes?

    And if the guy lift his chin like that … he can see from side his eye my nipple.

    Now if  I do normal massage …  the person will keep  his head arch up.   Chin up.

    But if  he sees nipples?  His head will flop to the side … and always the right side  … I don’t know why.   Maybe my right nipple is more sexy?  lol

     

    I only let the guy look.   Never lick or suck.

    I  send him home to dream what it is like to suck my nipple 🙂

    Last thing I did that is different than  what I learn to do is I never even one time massage down on the shoulder and try to ‘crack the back.’

    No.   I put my face beside his and say the only english I  had to speak for my session  … “time finish, you feel good?”

    And that is when I first learn the word  “perfect”  🙂

     

    So how do I do my massage tease & denial session now that I am a mistress?

    Well honest, not a lot ask for my massage.  But I think sometimes you should ask me because it is different from how I tie you and tease only your dick and  balls for 2 hours.

    This is more … gentle tease.  A slow tease.  You are very aware of the time with my massage and tease.  Not so much with bondage tease &  denial.

     

    What did I change from then to now with my massage Tease & Denial?

    Some things I did not know before … I know now …  and use some massage techniques more now than I did before.

    I have to show you.   Very hard to explain to you a massage technique.

    First … I am from Chiang Rai up north.  My massage school was in Chiang Rai.  So my massage technique is a lot of northern Thai technique.

    One thing we do a lot is to push the inside thigh with the feet.  Like this …

     

     

    Really …  I  have many different technique like this when I lock you ,  bend  you, and push into you.

    But when I lean this many year ago I never know about how sensitive is a man in his inner  thigh  when he is  horny and hard.

    So in the video you see her left foot?

    Now in my sessions my left foot will push the thigh  …  then the bottom of your cock  …  and  then  my toe will lift your balls and my foot will push closer to your prostate.

    Often …  but not every time … I will take my right foot from under locking the leg … and I will finish the guy with a foot job.

    The explode orgasm is not the same like my one finger … but it is  ok becaue I can  look you in the eye and  you can see  both my face and my foot.   Often  the guy looks shock that  I  can  finish him like that so easy.

    But it is  hard to tell when he is close cum  … so Tease & Denial with foot only is hard  …  i need  the guy to  tell me when to  stop.

    If the guy not want to talk …  its  ok I just finish  him like this.

     

    And  that is it!!

    Everything I know about Massage Tease & Denial I just told you.

    If it is something you want to try with me just let me know when you email me ok.

    Talk to you soon.

     

    Mistress Wael

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  • A Spark Without Kindling

    A Spark Without Kindling

    I love it when Mistress Wael and myself accidentally discover things we do similarly in our individual session.  Usually when we  discover  such  a thing we discuss  it at length over a nice bed  of fettucine noodles and ponder away  at what drove us separately do acquire such mannerisms.

    For instance,  we had chatted about how we both change how we tend to fuck guys over the years.

    I’ve tended to tie my lovers up and sort of  rape them against their will.  What I mean by that is … boys love to fuck  , right?  The english language is saturated with phrases like “I banged her” , “fucked her hard” , “impaled her” , “hit that ass” and “put my wobbly bobbily in her patooty.”

    Ok  maybe  not the last phrase,  but you get my jist.

    If sex were generalized as  a news headline in the local paper it’d read ..

    Phallic Sword Destroys Innocent Hole

    phallic-swordSo when I say ‘against their will’ I’m referring to my desire to rob men of the feeling they enjoy so much … conquering a pussy.

    Instead, and guys find this oh so annoying , I prefer to use their cock as merely a tool with which to reach an orgasm.

    If man’s will is attached to their ability to thrust their hips … removing such an action all together is very much like castrating the poor boy.

    This is the concept Mistress Wael and I discussed over dinner last night.

    We got the conversation down to the “hip thrust” and pontificated over when was the last time we let a guy “thrust” his phallic sword into our innocent little hole?

    Three years ago.  For both of us.

    But where we differ is in the length of the rape.  In Thai we say “khom khunn” which translates to the act of rape, and it’s how us Mistress’s refer to the act of banging you in a way you don’t actually enjoy.  Similarly to how you say “I banged Mary good last night” we as of late would have it come out in a discussion as  “I raped Joe until he cried this morning”

    We used to say “I got fucked.”

     

    You see?  It’s a wholly different perspective.

    Where we differ Wael and I , is that I’m like the “is it safe” guy when it comes to sex.

     

     

    Fortunately my pussy drilling a cock doesn’t make the same sound as a dentist’s drill plumming for a cavity.

    But the whimpers are the same , if not the screams.

    I like prolonging the rape.

    There’s nothing quite as satisfying as bringing to a guys attention his physical inability to thrust the hips while being fucked.

    Now I’m not as good at tying a guy to a chair with fancy rope design as Mistress Wael is , but I find such intricate methods of restraint unneccessary.

    Simple clamps around the wrists and ankles as well as a nice fat man sized leather belt fastened around the hips does the trick well enough.

    From there it’s simply a matter of rubbing my pussy all around his erect cock and laughing at his psychosomatic reaction to twitch the hips.

    I could tease a guy like that for hours.

    Replacing “is it safe” with “can you cum?” is my modus operandi.

    Depending on whether I’m fucking a bewildered Tinder date or a hot guy who stumbled into the session of his life , I’ll get differing answers to my enquiry.

     

    Truly, each and  every Tinder guy has thought me to be first kinky, then perverted and finally insane.   They really don’t know what to think , being raped against their will isn’t something they’d ever expect.

    In every single instance  (5 times in 3 years for those who are counting along on their fingers at home) these rape sessions have ended in a fight with the Tinder guys.

    Ok not a fight per se, but more like a verbal jousting match.

    Robbed of everything else that makes him manly, a guy will resort to verbal sparring in an attempt to maintain his position of dominance over the date.

    Strange thing to declare , eh?  Especially me choosing the word dominance there.

    But I’ve found that it’s true.

     

    Underneath all the smiles, the flirting, the hugs, the cute sms messages and whatnot … once stripped of all that, and we’re for once looking at the core of the onion … what we have left is the hunter/gatherer genetic personna of the male.

    I got this idea once again from George Carlin , as in , let’s  just  strip away all the bullshit shall we?

    Once we strip away our petty customs, our crafty language-‘isms , and all the flirtation in between … then what’s left?

    What we have is a guy in a chair ,  a Mistress content on letting him suffer with a leaking hard dick , and his utter inability to do anything about it.

    I took all that hunter / gatherer dna passed down from generation to generation since the days of an oral-aural society … and I turned it on itself …

     

     

    … and guys “lose their minds” as the Joker would say.  They get mad.  They don’t like it very much.  They complain.  Hell they even threaten.

    Well Tinder guys do at least.

    And I’m at odds with what I like more, normal guys’ reactions or my those of my submissive customers who have already had their dna reversed so to speak.  They expect disappointment.  One might even say they crave it.

    That’s what I’m trying to get to the bottom of , finding out why you guys are different in your reactions to being castrated of your ability to fuck.

    My slaves don’t just endure the tease, they want more of it.

    And this is the point that Mistress Wael and I argued about the most last night.

     

    See she recognizes this , she accepts it.   To Mistress Wael , submissive guys have long ago accepted their lot in life to accept what bread crumbs their mistress tosses their way and embrace the frustrations in between.

    So when relating this to sex,  she told me that the guy she fucks is just the same car jack one uses to change a flat tire … he’s a tool with which to get leverage.

    In this instance,  we’re talking  about leverage for her clit.

    Mistress Wael’s moments of sexual intercourse are just that … moments.

    If you’ve ever had a girl ride you on top , you already know that it’s the position with which to achieve orgasm the quickest.

    I prefer riding a guy on a chair ,  and she prefers the bed.  It’s a matter of cock angles is all.

     

    [one_third]  By fucking her guy on the bed , she told me that grasping him by the throat or digging her palm into his face allows her to lift her pussy off the crotch just enough to allow the clit to be stimulated without the friction of two groin areas grinding.

    Thusly, she can man-handle a guy like that  to achieve an orgasm in less than 15 seconds.

    Now  if you’ve ever had a “Mistress as a Girlfriend” session with Mistress Wael … you are quite well aware of her penchant for having you do meaningless chores all day and night to please her in a trivial way.

    So her delight comes from something like having  a handsome guy dressed up as a maid all day … cleaning her condo … applying polish to her toes and hand nails , serving as her toilet when the need arises , and spending more than a few hours with one’s nose buried between her legs as she watches movies all evening.

    Long days of servitude indeed.

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    In her mind, what’s better than after a long week of being served  just so … than to use a guy for 15 seconds as she chokes the life out of him for leverage … so she can have instant relief through a perfectly controlled orgasm.

    … and then re-lock the guys dick and return him to his trivial duties of servitude.

     

    lips-and-boobsWhereas I enjoy very much listening to a man’s reaction to being fucked as I see fit and the verbal jousting that comes with my ways of denial … she gets off on the idea that a man’s sexual worth is simply that of a tool for leveraging her body …  just so … for a swift orgasm.

    What we agreed upon however is that be it her way,  or my way, the guy having an orgasm of his own never once crosses our minds.

    We laughed over that fact.  So much so that I spat a piece of fettucine out of my nose … much to the disapproval of the couple sitting next to us at the window.

    On the way home I was reminiscing about our topic of conversation and I wondered what my own newspaper headline might read like?

    Perhaps  …

    A Spark Without Kindling, Is a Goal without Hope

    🙂

     

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  • End Game

    End Game

    Two sessions and two Tinder dates in the past couple of months have ended in the movie theater – and by end I mean severence of relationship.

    What’s spectacular about that?  I didn’t end the relationship – the guy I was with did on all four occasions.

    The culpriit?  – The Avengers.

    More specifically , the last movie in the franchise – End Game , and the one that preceded it.

     

    Those who know me know very well my penchant for ending relationships cold turkey – like instantaneous cessation of dialogue for eternity.  It’s something that more than one guy has had a problem wrapping his head around – that lying in any shape or form means he’s cut off right there and then from knowing me.

    I’ve lived by a set of rules that simply raises the bar to very lofty levels of how I conduct myself in a relationship and more importantly … what conduct my partner (be he a submissive slave or lover) must adhere to.

    I’m in my 30’s now and I’m proud that I’ve never once cheated on a guy I’ve committed to.

    I’ve never lied to a guy I’m committed to.

    You’d think most guys would appreciate a girl like that, right?  So, why did 4  guys in a row walk out of a movie on me.  (Well , the 2 Tinder guys walked out , the 2 submissive guys on a Mistress as a GF date hung in there … and then cut relations via email later)

    Why?

     

    I mean, I have to salute the guys who walked out on me.  It takes quite a lot for a guy with a hard on , sitting beside the girl responsible for said hard on , to get up and have his dick lead him out of the movie theater like a magnet pulling him towards the planet’s true magnetic north.

    In all four instances , I was doing what I normally do at movies.

    Using subtle techniques to keep the guy’s mind divided from watching the film and focusing on me.  The majority of  guys who go see a movie with me can recollect very little of what went on in the movie’s plot line.

    That’s because I’ll constantly give them something to think about – albeit briefly.

    It could be something as simple as a proximity check … where I lean in close to his cheek so that my perfume becomes – for a moment – far more enticing than what’s on the silver screen.

    Or maybe it’s a press of my right hand on his inner thigh , and perhaps my baby finger lays ever so gently upon the dick inside his pants – as my left hand reaches over to borrow some of his popcorn – followed up by a devlish smile as I quickly retreat my hands to my own space and resume watching the movie as if nothing happened.

    On one Tinder date I physically grabbed him by his shirt and yanked him to me – sliding my tongue deep inside his mouth and biting his lip as I finished off a wet steamy impromptu kiss.  Then I gave his hardened dick a good squeeze from above his jeans and subsequently watched the rest of the movie whilst totally ignoring him for the remaining two hours.

    These create great “what the fuck” moments in the guy’s mind.

    But to pull them off … think about it … I have to have my mind invested in you … and not in the movie.

    Which is easy to do as 99% of the movies I go see were written by brainless muffinheads posing as screenwriters.  When I get easily bored, I love to entertain my Mistress personality by fucking with the mind of the guy I’m with to pass the time … make sense?

     

    But what happens when me and the movie I’m watching … “click”.

    “Click’ as in … I identify greatly with what’s going on in the film and the guy I’m with has all but disappeared in my mind.

     

    This is what happened in The Avengers : Infinity War  &  The Avengers : End Game.

    So, when you sign up for a Mistress as a Girlfriend session – you’re truly getting a peak into someone who’s mind doesn’t work like anyone else in the general population.

    But at least you’re aware that might be a possibility … imagine the poor Tinder guy who’s just biding time in the movie theater until he thinks he’s getting laid a few hours down the road.  What happens when he runs into a girl who’s thoughts are not-at-all mainstream and endevours to discuss such thoughts.

    Well, disaster happens, apparently.

     

    I cheered.

    Openly and loudly – in the movie theater – when The Avengers died at the end of Infinity War.

    I cheered , just as loudly , when HawkEye’s family disinigrated.  Actually it was a verbal “Fuck Ya” and clapping of my hands that riled the guys I was with.

    “Fucking Perfect” I said out loud.

    Which , on all four occasions was met with a slack jawed stare.

    To which you’re no doubt thinking “all four times?” … yes, all four times.  But it was the first time where my reaction was the strongest and most pure … the following three times – since I knew what was going to happen in the movie – were a mix of appreciation for the mass death scene and to see the guy’s reaction.

    Only if you’re a long time reader of my blog will you know about my disdain for humanity and my utter love for the pureness of animals.

    For those of you who are just recently following me …  let me get you up to speed.

    Long before people were aware of Thanos’s plan to wipe out half of humanity in the Universe , I was a strong supporter of this idea … even going so far as to make it the subject matter of my first ever Creative Writing project – one which I got a solid D on.  Since it’s impossible to get anything less than a B in school here (cuz bribe’s exist) I was absolutely flabbergasted that I could receive such a grade.   Apparently Aussies grade things relative to their educational value and not the bribe value, go figure eh.

    So this idea of ridding the planet of humans began in two places, the fist being this George Carlin interview which I saw here in University around when I was 20 years old …

     

    That video spawned the idea in my head of wiping out half the population even if that included me.

    Rather than develop the idea though I became fixated on what has to happen in a person’s life … how detached must they become from society  … to want to see such a thing happen.  I suppose I got caught up in the psychology behind the idea rather than taking the idea and run with it.

    But his thought process mirrored ‘the virus’ scene from The Matrix and how we’re nothing more than a disease , a plague that that Earth needs to endure until we die off …

     

    https://youtu.be/aezikcoCr4o

     

    I found throughout my 20’s that the more men lied to me , and the more I saw governments lie, and then in Africa when I saw poverty and starvation for the first time … I came back to this idea again and again that it’d be the greatest thing to survive a modern holocaust where half the people just vanished instantly.

    Well, until bears started trying to eat me …

     

     

    That line of his “that’s the scariest thing about life, is that dumb people are outbreeding smart people at a fucking staggering pace” … if you had been born and raised here … you’d wholeheartedly agree with that notion.

    More than that, you’d be fucking terrified that males here are allowed  to pro-create.

    Because the part where he acknowledges he’s stupid … but then says that he knows he’s smarter than everybody he meets.  Fuck, that’s so true with me living here.

    I just became so ‘done’ with people and their shit.  And their lies.  And their pursuit of money.  And their pursuit of lies to attain pussy.  And so on.

    Then, having missed all the Avengers movies I got dragged on a Tinder date to see Infinity War.

    Lo-and-behold , there’s this guy Thanos who sees the universe exactly as I see it … something that’s 50% too populated.

    And he has a solution that I whole heartedly agree with.

     

    So I sat up straight in the movie theater and for the first time in a very long time that movie had every second of  my undivided attention.

    But in the back of my mind … knowing this is a Disney enterprise , i kept thinking they’re going to water it down with yet another feel good sappy ending.

    Except , they didn’t.

    Fuck, the moment when Thanos reversed time and snatched that final gem out of that superhero dude’s head … was the greatest movie moment since Ned Stark’s beheading , and Darth telling Luke that he was Luke’s father.

    I cheered, and my jaw was gaped.

    Then , it got oh so much better when everybody started disintegrating into dust , it was glorious.

    I started clapping.

    Feverishly.

    “Holy fuck , wooooo” I yelled when the Black Panther died and then “noooo ,  not Groot”  (cuz I had bought a 3,000 baht Groot action figure) and then  “aww fuck it, Groot too , fuck ya!”

    Thor lived.  I could still fuck Thor, and my chances of banging him just went up 50% , fuck this is the greatest movie ever.

    I said that aloud, a bit too loud.

    “Why?”  my date asked, “because they’re dying?”

    “Fuck  ya, let ’em all die, it’s wonderful ,  it’s glorious” I said,  and I was in tears of joy when I said it to him.

    “What the fuck is wrong  with you” he said after a good minute of silence.

    “If you disintegrated like that, right now, I wouldn’t give a shit … just as I hope you wouldn’t give a shit about me going like that if I was on the other 50%”

     

    And with that comment, he up and left.

    To which I blocked him , deleted all the chats , and went back to revel in the shocking end to the movie.

    Then I invited another Tinder date to view Endgame with me.

    He thought I was crazy as well.

     

    But I honestly thought that two regular submissive guys who had been seeing me for over 2 years wouldn’t ever go so far as to end things with me.  But end things they did.

    And … it felt great.

    I think … I’m not sure really  … but I think its that I’m very much okay with being so ‘out there’ that even a submissive guy who’s been trained – by me  –  to put up with a lot … would say to himself that I’ve gone too far and crossed some sort of universally agreed upon moral line.

    Lately, I’ve gone back to that old George Carlin interview and across one snippet I hadn’t yet seen … the Jester-Philosopher-Poet part of the interview …

     

    The jester … is the Mistress in me 7 years ago just being a Mistress for the sake of being a Mistress because it matched my personality.

    The philosopher  … is the fundamental underlaying personality that I’ve come to appreciate more and more as I’ve aged out of my 20’s and into my 30’s.  I wasn’t just a Mistress , I evolved to representing a stance against mainstream thought and embraced what it meant to be a Mistress.

    The poet … is me now.  Or what I’m striving to become.   A singular entity that is so separated from the world that I just honestly don’t give a fuck about what anybody thinks about me.

    It’s why I can stand over a guy and piss in his mouth … and not feel even the slightest compassion when he’s choking on or gagging up my urine.

    It’s why I’m buying a super large cage for my next condo … because it’s simply where a man belongs.  Letting him out to sleep at my feet for a night … is much akin to taking a dog for a walk and buying it a juicy bone.  It’s a doggy treat.

    And  it’s not that men are dogs.  They aren’t.  To see one as such means the Mistress is still in the jester stage.

    Men are just an entity.  The poet part of the Mistress sees them as only that … a maleable piece of Play-Dough to shape as I wish.  And then perhaps to stomp flat and begin anew.

     

    That’s why I  don’t fall in love with men anymore.  That’s what society … a massive virus perpetually stuck in a Jester stage loop …  would have one believe is necessary.

    Love  … is a jester stage idealism.

    Male disposable fuck toy … is a poet’s ideology.

     

    My latest male disposable fuck toy told me he loves me last week , or that he’s fallen in love with me, can’t get me out of his mind , and wanted to know if there was a possibility of  “more.”

    I deleted him.   There’s no way he can contact me ever again ,  unless he decided to camp out in the lobby downstairs.

    I’m emotionless about it.  It’s a cock attached to an agreeable unit to my eyes  …  and will be replaced shortly as many such units exist.

    If he were one of  the 50% to die in the cleansing  .. I wouldn’t spend a single moments thought upon his disposal.

     

    Last night I  had this  guy’s  cock  in my hand , in my bedroom.

    I had told  him  at the start of the session that  if he uttered  even a single sound  the session would end immediately  and  he’d be  asked to leave.

    For nearly two hours I  dreamt.

    Because  the  silence felt like  the very brief  time I  worked as a masseuse , and similar to back then I’d  just  lose myself in  the silence while I  had to massage  the  guy  for  his  two hours.

    Except  this  time,  I  had his  tool  in my hand and  similar to how Wael  does  her  sessions,  I  just played with both  his cock and balls  endlessly watching my  hand  flow from one area  to the  next.

    I could feel its pulsing in my  hand when it  got too  close, and I could  feel  the balls  tighten  and tighten every passing  minute  until  the skin felt  like stretched  stone at the  end.

    But  I  wasn’t  focused on  that.

    I thought only about how as a masseuse I felt obliged to give pleasure , and how often last night I instead debated how to rob him of pleasure.

    Ordering silence was fun.

    Tickling his balls , daring him to laugh and end the session gave me even greater pleasure.

    But kicking his balls 10 seconds before he would have shot his load  … hearing him scream  in  agony …  and ordering him to  get dressed and leave … this was bliss.

    “pl….” he started to  say but I  stopped him with a  gesture of my  hand.

    “Say even  a  word,  and you won’t be able to see me again”  I said.  “Simply get dressed  , leave,  and  send me an  email apologizing for breaking the only rule I gave  you.”

     

    The entity left.  Silently.

    Obediently he sent me an email within the hour.

    Tonight’s the last night of my free one  week subscription to Disney +  ,  guess which movie I’m going to watch with him this evening here at home on this very couch … with his dick in my hand.

    I now want to see at what point men will forego their raging hard-on and feel my crossing of a socially accepted moral line needs to end his teasing session.

    lol.  I’m doing an experiment on men, the way a scientist would do experiements on lab rats.

    Sigh,  if I just had a fucking Infinity Glove I could reverse time every instance where he stands up naked and ends the session in a fit of rage.

    Then I could just tease him to greater and greater limits … until there’s one instance where he would just explode.

    Which , if I as a female version of Thanos  … is how in my End Game …  I’d finish off  1/2  the male population , haha.

     

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  • Fart Techniques | Mistress Wael

    Fart Techniques | Mistress Wael

    Fart, Mouth Farting, Distance Farts , Distraction Farts, and Pussy Eating Farts  … it’s all a Science.

    Let me explain.

     

    Fart Preparation

    Depend what kind of session I want to do with my slave … if I have a plan for a fart I have to know before what kind of fart I want.

    Which means I have to plan my food in the morning when I wake up 8 hours before our session.

    Did you notice when you session at my condo I have a lot of raisons by the TV?

    Because Raisons & Salted Beans or Chick Peas give me very long dry farts.

    For me that is the most important fart.  Why?

    Because I’m not 30 years old now.  Before when I was 30 I could push out a loud fart any time with any food and I know 100% it will be dry.

    After mid 30’s not so much.  50/50 chance really that if I push too hard I will poop my panties.  Happens when get older.

    So I need food I can guarantee to win a fart game with my slave.  If he farts … I have to have 3 to fight back.  Raisons & Beans win me the fight every time.

     

    But what if I want a long wet fart?

    Beans in Tomato Sauce with chilli flakes !!

    The perfect fart for facesitting.   I think facesitting farts have to have flavour.  They have to be more exciting for you.

    Lucky for you I was a chef for 5 years and I make the world’s best tomato base sauce 🙂  It guarantee  my fart is delicious … for me not for you 🙂

     

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    The worst fart for you is my Atomic Level 10 Bell Fart ®

    Do you know the hell food I have to eat for you just so you can smell my Mistress Wael Oh Ya Babe #1 fart?

    Boiled Eggs & Walnuts.

    Dry as fuck.

    Smellier than fuck.

    Guaranteed to make you say “fuck.”

    I use it mostly for Distraction Execution.  See below.

    Also … this is the fart I use for Toilet Training to make the customer think twice if he really wants what is in my ass behind my fart.

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    Fart Execution Techniques

    I have 3 ways I use my fart.

    The most popular is for my …

     

    Fart Distraction Technique.

    Often I will make you sit in my recline computer chair if we session in my condo.

    I will tie you to the chair so you cannot use your hands.

    And I will maybe shave my pussy beside you with  my leg on your shoulder.

    Or wash my pussy again beside you with my leg over your shoulder.

    And maybe if you are obey me perfect I will ask you to kiss under my leg close to my pussy.

    But you are not allow to look at my pussy at all !!!!

     

     

    You are Daniel.

    I am  Mr.Miyagi.  (Mistress Miyagi??)

    “Look eye”   “Always Look Eye”

    Because if you look away from my eye … you get Atomic 10 Bell Fart to punish you.

    If you look away again … 1 more …  and now you have 20 bells.

    I have many bells for you 🙂

     

    FaceSitting Fart Technique

    FaceSitting is not FaceSitting with no fear.  Or discomfortable.

    If no fear it is just fun right?

    And to be a Mistress is not about to give you only fun.

    You have to work for fun.

    So one thing I always do … fart when I think you have too much fun.

    Not always punishment.  Sometimes you listen to everything I say to you perfect  … and still I fart.   Up to me.

    Because often I will say you to kiss my pussy but not lick, not suck , only kiss & hold.

    And if he can kiss & hold  … to make it harder … farts coming.

    So it is like training to touch my pussy how I like you to touch her.

     

    Toilet Training Technique

    fart-in-faceI like to only do Toilet Training for beginner.  Somebody who have fantasy to try it but never do it yet.

    Why?

    Because the other style guy is somebody who do it often and not really fun for me.

    I love to hear the guy struggle.

    I love to hear the guy cry or beg me to stop.

    And the thing I love the most with Toilet Training … is to make the guy change his mind.

    So my Walnut & Boiled Egg Fart when the guy is under me … makes about 50% of the guys who come for a Toilet Training Session change their mind.

    That is fine.  I poo anyways.  And make him wipe my ass for me … and try not to throw up with the walnut egg poop smell in the bathroom.  Good for training the nose.

    Because for Toilet Training … before you can train your mouth  … you have first to train your nose.

    Walnut & Egg Farts do that for you.

     

    And there you go.

    The science behind my fart fetish.

    Am I a bit crazy for thinking so much about the perfect fart for my slave?

    Yes maybe but …

    My slaves are perfect … they deserve perfect farts , you agree?  🙂

     

    Mistress Wael

     

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  • Goal Achievers

    Goal Achievers

    How did I get started as a Mistress?

    I get asked that a lot , especially recently as Twitter eclipsed the 4,000 follower plateau and searches for bdsm have brought in a plethora of new readers – I find in my emails lately a whole lot of  “getting to know you” type of questions.

    So I thought I’d shelve my thoughts on my recent European trip for a short while and instead spend a couple of stories at least bringing the new readers up to speed on just who I am and what it is Mistress Wael , Arita and I do in the realm of BDSM & Fendom.

    Starting with scratching your itch of knowing how I became “me.”

     

    Certainly, the seeds of rebellion were sewn back in school in Sydney , but that was just me acquiring ammunition to change my life for when I’d be sucked back into the dregs of humanity , ie: Bangkok.

    Ya there were times in my grade school days where I had flashes of rebellion … after all I did burn all my mom’s clothes , fart in my teacher’s face and sat on a girl’s face after winning a school yard fight … but those were just flashes.

    When we’re talking where and when did I actually start truly behaving like a Mistress there has to be an element of purposeful teasing involved in my actions, and that my good readers didn’t happen until my first job back in the city , fresh from living abroad , and hell bent on no longer wishing to act like the good Thai lady I was brought up to be.

     

    Ok when I say first job, technically I mean second.

    I’ll let you guess how many hours I survived working for a conglomorae insurance company , cold calling people and convincing them they needed life insurance – because ya , when the ppl I’m calling make $8 / day , buying insurance is the #1 priority on their minds.  Right?

    To be honest , the cold calling wasn’t the demise of my employment there , it was the constant ‘wai-ing’ at the water cooler, in the lunch room , in the hallway … and the incessant small talk about sweet fuck all that pushed me to walk down 8 flights of stairs and shit in the basement washroom just so I could avoid people.  Not to mention my supervisor was – and I shit you not – an exact female replicant of the boss from Office Space … right down to the pink coffee cup she carried around with her when peeking into my cubicle and asking about my sales speech patterns as pointed out in Chapter 39 of the company sales pitch course guide.

     

    When you’re guessing the time of my stay there , make sure you forward your guess in hours instead of days or weeks.

    I started on a Monday and it was a rainy Thursday afternoon that had me unemployed and all dolled up applying for a new job in the … well let’s call it the Movie & Television building on Asoke St.  Guys “in the know” , Thai and foreigner alike , will go fishing for girls there as there’s so many models , tv personalities , and actresses passing through the Starbucks on the bottom floor that even if you don’t catch a small mouthed bass , the assorted fish that pass by are worth the coffee it costs to sit and oogle.

    I was hardly good looking back then ,  so I didn’t get the job , but as fate would have it – a small printing / graphics shop on the ground floor had a window job posting for a girl who could speak English and all I had to do to be qualified was be able to liase with English speaking customers to grow their graphic design sales.  “Aha” I said, “I knew my year of Business English and Creative Writing would come in handy.”

    So for $8 a day my job was to flirt with the English speaking customers – of which there were many – and get them to use the shop’s various printing and design services.  Easy peasy.  You couldn’t tailor design a better job for me.

    As far as my graphic design skills go … well I can draw stick men pretty good , but anything beyond that, nash, nope, nada.

    Didn’t matter, the Thai speaking guys I worked with were great at what they did on the computer – but more so than that – they were head over heels in lust with me so I was very influential on what I could get them to do.

     

    chicklets mr wilson dennis the menaceSo one day in walks this half Thai – half American guy in his late 30’s named Pat… more of an American name than Thai, and so I got the feeling right away he was raised in the US and fate had brought him back to where he was born somehow.

    If I say the name Anthony Robbins to you , or … ‘former backpacker turned Meditation student who’s recently been enlightened as to how the universe works and wants to forcefully share his newfound knowledge upon you whether you want to hear it or not’ … that kind of guy , does it burn an image in your head?

    I hate those kinds of guys.

    Namely because they’ve stopped listening to anything anyone says and instead are chomping at the bit for a break in any conversation so they can talk about whatever promotes themselves.

    This is what this guy Pat who had walked into the print shop was like.  A self promoted salesman peddling self made bullshit through and through.

    These guys are all the same.

    Self made website promoting their enlightement product?  Check.

    Gaudy and fake testimonials saturated on said website?  Check.

    A Mr.Wilson chicklet sized smile whenever he speaks?  Check.

    Lucky for me … any fool like this still has a dick.

     

    His idea to enlighten the world?

    Goal Achievers.

    A website , a course , a mantra to embrace , a way of life … all centered around on “achieving unbelievable but attainable goals in one’s life” just by thinking “outside the box.”

    Holy shit, the number of times that joker said “outside the box” while actually making a square in the air with his fingers , it was uncountable.

    Anyways, what did he want?

    He wanted us , the shop , to produce not just a logo for his site, but ‘inspiring art that promoted outside the box thinking.”

    Strange that a person who’s sudden life mantra was all about thinking outside the box , complete with a finger drawn air box to boot … couldn’t himself conjure up one single outside the box thought on his own.  But I digress.

     

    Such an absurd idea deserves an equally absurd logo , and by extension – website theme.

    And right there and then all these absurd ideas started flowing into my mind which I drew up on paper and had Hewey and Dewey (fuck if I can remember their names) refine my ideas and colourize them with Adobe Illustrator.

    Five days later Mr Pat walks back into the shop and I danced over to him lightly on my toes and dragged him behind the partition to the computer area by way of tugging on his arm.

    Nowadays I’d say that was a planned tactic at breaking through a man’s initial wall as touch , however incidental , is the greatest breaker of barriers among interactions with the opposite sex.

    But I was 20’ish at the time and quite naive , so we’ll just put the move off as accidental.

     

    hydranthumpNow mind you, Hewey and Dewey had a few de facto logo’s that they had designed at the ready … but it was my show as the customer only wished to speak English and in particular … only to me.

    So without any shame I presented to him my premier idea for his Goal Achievers logo … the fire hydrant fucking a dog idea that you see to your present left.

    He wanted to be mad , but I was smiling too much.

    When he first wanted to speak I pursed my lips , flipped my hair over my shoulder and said simply “good huh?”

    “Good how?  In what way does a fire hydrant fucking a dog represent anything I told you about Goal Achievers?”

    “Think about it” I said.

    “You spend the better part of your life getting peed on by someone.  What’s the best way to get revenge?  That’s right.  Non-consensual sex” I said matter-of-factly.  “and THAT … is thinking outside the box” (I made sure to draw my own air box with my fingers as I said it)

     

    Naaa … he wasn’t amused.

     

    Mistress Lips“You don’t like the idea” I said , “but it’s like doing a reverse plank , nobody at my gym thought of it either until I started doing it , and now everybody does it.”

    Here’s the thing about that line … I remember I said exactly those words and I remember the reason why … I needed an excuse to make his dick hard right there in the store … even with Huey and Dewey sitting a few feet behind me.  (My boss and his sister … also a manager , were out for the afternoon)

    Right then and there , that was the first intentional use of teasing that I can remember … in a workplace nonetheless … that began the process of me honing my bold and seductive ways.

    Luckily he bit the bait “What’s a reverse plank?”

    “Something you can’t do” I replied … slapping him with somewhat of a dare.

    So for you guys, a reverse plank is simply a way for me to arch my hips into the air and stretch out my breasts with an arch so that he can almost see half way down my bra.

    All that disguised as an exercise that works … absolutely no muscle that I can think of , so its really a redundant exercise.

    It sure works the cock muscle though.  That I can vouch for.

     

    Mr.Pat was noticeably carrying a third stick in his pants watching me do my reverse plank on the floor at his feet.

    Then I got this great idea in my head … fuck it’s funny how I remember this as I’m typing it like it was just yesterday.  I flipped over and did a normal plank which works the abs.

    “Do you know how strong my abs are?” I asked him.

    “How?” he replied.

    “Strong enough that I can hold this position long after you’ve stopped staring at my ass” and I whipped a glance around behind me so quick as to catch him indeed staring at my ass crack.

    He laughed it off , the fact that I caught him staring put him on the defensive.

    I stood up and while brushing my hair over my shoulders asked him non-chalantly said “it’s ok , every guy looks at my ass like that.”

    “And you see …” I continued as I walked up to the partition separating us and leaned into him “my goal was to get you to stare at my ass and simultaneouly make your dick hard.”

    I winked at him “I’m a Goal Achiever” … and I drew the air square with my index fingers “thinking outside the box.”

     

    I can tell you this with absolute certainty.

    He may not have thought my fire hydrant idea was comedy gold … which it was.

    He may not have even liked the real logo designed by Huey and Dewey which was at the top of the fire hydrant idea.

    But Mr.Pat was a customer for life.

    Or well, as long as I was working there he was.

     

    Mr.Pat became one of that store’s best customers as we did all his brochures , business cards , posters , pamphlets and the like.

    Hell he didn’t even notice that I had photoshopped Osama Bin Laden into his pupils on his business card , he was far too smitten by me.

    Every time he’d come to the shop I’d have another Goal Achievers “outside the box” idea for him to consider … courtesy of my college friends who took the idea and ran with it on our Facebook group chat ….

     

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    Eventually, my posters made him smile.

    Then one time when I had been too busy to draw an idea up for him he was genuinely disappointed.

    Every time he’d come into the shop he’d ask me out to lunch , dinner or a movie … every time.  And I’d always refuse him saying I was too busy but ‘maybe next time.’

     

    You see, for as long as Mr.Pat … and others … there were many others (but none so intimate as Mr.Pat) would make a point of using the shop … my job was secure.

    What I was learning was flirtatious acts … even in a sterile workplace would bring revenue.  It’s just that at the time I wasn’t the beneficiary of the revenue boost.

    I can’t even put that job on a resume … my bosses tolerated me only insomuch as I generated unexpected profit for them.

    But make no mistake, even today, a decade later they’d trash talk me behind my back to anyone who called them for a reference.

    Who would call them though?  For all I know my manager thinks I’m still navagating the seven seas thanks to my quite famous resignation letter … one that countless other people on the internet have since copied and claimed as their own.  Sad but, whatever.

    In military terms I “acted in a way unbecoming an officer” or in this case, ‘unbecoming a normal Thai citizen.’  (read: i’m not brainwashed)

    Anyways, I’m glad I’ll never have to conjure up bullshit from my life to make me look good on a resume.  I hate bullshit.

     

    I pity the grunts out there who would turn what I did in that employment stretch into a resume as such:

    – Acted as an English speaking liason between customer and the management for the purposes of generating graphic design business.

    – Successfully increased store revenue 200% by implementing strategic measures that the store continues to act upon.

     

    Fuck that.  Know what my resume would look like?

     

    – Played to perfection the role of the super hot store clerk that masterfully used flirtation to drain customers of their cash for services they didn’t really need.

    – Created a recurring revenue stream by making customers ‘need’ to come back for more business only because it gave them a chance to secure a date with me.

     

    Hmm, now 10 years down the road … what kind of work environment would a girl like me be able to use such skills to my advantage?

     

    That’s right !

    Just had to think “outside the box” a little to find my true calling 🙂

     

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  • Europe Bound

    Europe Bound

    T’was the night before Europe

    and all through the place

    this Mistress was packing, with remarkable haste.

    The chastity’s were hung,  by the chimney with care

    In the hopes a good slave would lock him self there.

    Bondage ropes were nestled tucked under the bed

    While visions of Swiss egg nog danced in my head.

    But I caught a sound with my ears and turned right around

    Through the garbage chute St Nick came with a bound.

    He was dressed in all latex from his head to his toes

    And for daring to enter I clutched him by his nose.

    From the bundle of toys that was flung on his back

    I whipped out a paddle and gave him a smack.

    His mouth how it cried , yelping out oh brother.

    His ass cheeks turned rosey, as he called for his mother.

    His cute little jingle balls chimed in with fear

    As I stuffed my dirty panties into his mouth thru his beard

    He had a broad jolly face and a little round belly

    That shook while I banged him , like a bowl full of jelly.

    He was chubby and plump , a right jolly old elf

    And I laughed when I told him to cum on himself.

    A wince of his eye whilst he choked off his head

    Soon he begged me to cum and  I said go ahead.

    He spoke not a word but went straight to work

    and dripped on my stockings as he continued to jerk

    When he was done up the chute he rose

    and avoided the smell by plugging his nose.

    He sprung to his sleigh while clutching his balls

    And looking back down hollared ‘i’ll give you a call’

    I’m sure he heard me exclaim as he drove out of sight

    Merry Christmas Slave Santa, and to all a good night.

     

     

    nude mistress jaa femdom bdsm bangkokThat’s a wrap for me guys,  I’m off to Europe Friday morning.

    Mistress Wael is holding down the fort while I’m away , I expect I’ll be back sometime around mid January.

    No sessions while I’m in Europe this time , just doing the original one over the holidays and then I’ll probably travel around with my gf or alone for a while.

    I have some unfinished stories that I’ll finish writing today and then package nicely for Mistress Wael to post them at her leisure along with her own blog entries.

    Take care guys, happy holidays to you all.  See you in the new year.

     

    xx

     

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