nce more unto the breach … “Mercy , please have mercy” was the last sentence uttered by a polite Indian fellow after I ushered him out my condo door with a friendly wink of an eye after glancing down at his massive bulge hidden inside his checkered knee high shorts. I leaned back on my condo door after I had closed it and waited patiently for the sound of the elevator bell which dings as it arrives to my floor. That was the long awaited end of my last session, 3 1/2 weeks ago, and at the time I couldn’t wait to close up shop and find some time for myself on a well deserved vacation. Now, nearly a month …
“What’s wrong?” “When ya gonna do a new blog story?” “You ok?” A: Yo bitches, it’s summer , and more so than that it’s the dog days of August , a girl needs some time to herself. For a week I went to see mom because I hadn’t seen her for nearly an entire year. I then spent some time with my hospitalized friend helping her get through what she has to deal with. Heck I even went to visit my cows that I pay to have a better life. Can’t save everybody, I’m well aware of that, but I sure as heck can save two , and two is better than zero. Between all that I’ve done mostly …
I’m back in the saddle again. Out where a man needs a tease. Where the longhorn men plead While begging from their knees I’m back in the saddle again. Ok so Gene Autry I am not , but a mistress I am once more having gotten over the hump of doing my first session in over a month successfully. My intention isn’t to make this a ‘pat myself on the back’ kind of entry but rather to let you guys know that there is a great amount of trepidation when confronted with doing a session after a long layaway. Especially when there has been 0 seconds in the past month where I have been allowed to feel or act …
Well, I’m no longer fearful of child birth. What I am fearful of, sitting here 1000 feet in the air near the 30th floor in my condo which faces out towards the west is that the zombie apocalypse may have begun and I wouldn’t know because for fourteen days I’ve been living in a vacuum of space with my ass tied to this sofa. I lie, I can actually see the highway yonder in the distance jammed with cars that barely move so I know that life goes on outside these walls … sadly as I think a zombie purge is exactly what this city needs. Come on!! Am I the only one who would see the irony in Soi Cowboy …
Well I got released from the hospital yesterday and I suppose the good news is that the pain has subsided enough that I can focus long enough to type something without passing out. The bad news then I guess is that the pain I’m in is still excruciating and I’m still bed ridden. Which obviously means that unless one wanted to come over and stare at this tearful mess that I’ve become for your two hours of femdom fun – there will be no sessions any time soon. I’m estimating at least a week , maybe two. What to take away from this experience? Well, now that I’ve had to spend well over $5,000 in European or American currency this …
Here’s a story to show you how much of a hard ass tough bitch Mistress I am. You guys always ask me in email why I’m so open with you about how much I dislike living here. Abhor is a more appropriate word actually , but the answer lays not within me alone but within all Mistress’s of this website both past and present. To explain I’ll try to encapsulate what happened today as I spent time separately with the original Mistress Jaa and then Mistress Wael and though we are all three different people there is a common thread that runs between us all. I thought we were having fun tonight Wael and I , we were messing around …
I could tell instantly from the look of horror written across my masseuses eyes that the first thing she had seen on me as I turned over to lay on my back was the massive black and blue morass that infested both my shins. It concerned her so much that she delicately avoided the area entirely as her massage progressed from my feet up towards my thighs. At last she couldn’t take it any longer I guess and she meekly whispered so as to be barely audible by anyone else but us : “You shouldn’t let him hit you like that. Take it from me , I would leave him tonight, right now.” To which my immediate response was simply, …
What would be your superhero power? Invisibility? Teleportation? Suppose your ability, if granted, was flawed, like … The ability to run blindingly fast but without the ability to stop? lol I don’t need one for I’ve been granted one at birth and that is the ability to make men say “I Love You” to me. Well maybe not at birth as I was pretty freaking ugly until I came back to Thailand at 24yo , and even then I haven’t really blossomed into a swan until just the past two and a half years. If you consider that I do about 500 sessions per year, I’m able to seduce on average 50% of all men just enough in those short two …
If you don’t mind , I’m gonna talk about things that are in my thoughts even though they may be the furthest thing from anything to do with femdom. I get a lot of “your blog’s been quiet” messages and it’s because , well , since my life got invaded last August , it was like a slap in the face about what I should share publicly (fuck i misspell that word every single time) and I decided to keep the blog entries bdsm session related for the most part. But, things are eating at me. Again, sorry to be esoteric , but those in my closed group of friends that I’ve done sessions with will recall the photos …
And so it is Just like you said it would be Life goes easy on me Most of the time And so it is The shorter story No love, no glory No hero in her sky I’m not just going to recommend a movie for you to see, I’m going to implore you to view it for me. Not because it’s great, which it is. Certainly not because it’s complex, though indeed it’s complexity is saturated. Nor does my recommendation come from it’s message, of which there are many by my estimation. No, for the reason that I need you to see the movie Closer is that if you really ever wanted to understand who I truly am , the …
