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.
A 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)
Here’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.
“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!”
I 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/
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
"All Ohio restaurants and bars ordered to close at 9 p.m. with only carryout and delivery available"
THANK GOD … i didn't know the virus could only be spread after 9pm. Thank you usa.
— ThaiGoddessJaa (@FemDom_Bangkok) March 15, 2020
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