“Good Morning, it’s 7am , in conformity , there lays bliss.” Having lived in the city over the past five years , the past two in my quite luxurious condo , I hadn’t been jolted from my sleep by the blaring of the speakers that permeate the village where I grew up for quite some time. Yet there it was, 7am right to the very second , the brain washing diatribe on my senses had begun each morning last week from the house where I grew up. For those of you who are unfamiliar with what goes on in every village across the land here , seven o’clock in the morning brings with it thirty minutes of community news being blared out …
Hate is such a vicious vile word , with sheer wanton maliciousness behind every instance it is spoken. Thus, it must be used not liberally, but instead preciously saved for a deserved target of one’s venom. In my life, there has been no greater thing that commands me to use the word Hate as its descriptor than that of the word School and all the maladies that word encompasses. I was recently asked in an email “how can your English be so good , you’re Thai.” He took the philosophical pretense of “I speak, therefore I am” , flipped it on it’s head so it would become “I’m Thai, therefore I am not.” I hate that. Thing is , he’s …
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, …
“I want to eat your shit Mistress” To which I say, “I really don’t care what you want” and if you cannot understand the esoteric subtleties of why that is perhaps you belong where you are , curled up on your bed with one hand on your dick and your other hand on your mouse clicking from one Brazilian scat porn clip to another. Being under my ass is a privilege not a right, one that is earned slowly over time and is granted to you only after I have made you become so far in love with me that you have proven to do anything that I ask of you except the greatest show of devotion. We may be …
After my second bdsm wrestling Fight of the week the score is Snowball’s Chance 2 Hell 0 . Yes he had me pinned to the bed at one point (happens in every bdsm wrestling session at the start) … with my hands pressed against the headboard and his feet locked inside my legs i could feel his dick pushing into my underwear. But with the point of the dagger pointed at my pussy I ripped it out of his control and killed the beast. bdsm wrestling has a way of doing that to my victims haha. But then again, it wouldn’t be bdsm wrestling without a complaint or two right away … “it’s not fair you grabbed my balls” Oh cry me a river. I …
Am I Mistress Jaa? How come emails come to you addressed as Mistress Pasaya | jaa4u ? Who the hell is/was Goddess Khaleesa? What’s my real name, truly? Who knew that choosing a secondary name could be such a challenge? I sure didn’t. Here’s what I knew back when I was original Mistress Jaa’s understudy so to speak , I definitely had to have my own name even back then when I was acting as her Mistress Trainee. Naively , I used my own name back then – mostly because she was calling me for sessions so rarely that I never concerned myself with coming with unique name for myself. Then, once she retired and handed jaa4u over to …
After 3 jiu jitsu – wrestling – fighting sessions this week i needed a day off today. Both from sessions and writing. So chilled at the pool with my friend, hit a friends wedding, went shopping and basically did nothing but rest the rest of the evening. Listen if you wanna book me this week you have to do it before Friday cuz i’m off next weekend. Another wedding. What’s with all my friends getting married suddenly? Wednesday is your best chance for a session. Every other day is pretty booked and after Thursday night i’m gone til Monday. So i’m gonna sleep early and have something more exciting tomorrow. I just need a break ok guys
Something sticks out like a dick on a female statue when you see Fifty Shades of Grey here. As they ID’d the 40 year old lady in front of me just as they had done to the 50 year old lady in front of her, i thought about 1984. Yes fuck, I know i wasn’t born yet. And no not this 1984 either … You can’t grab a girl who lived underground all her life … take her up to the ground at night one time … show her the stars … and expect her to understand what she sees. She will say “what the fuck is that?” and run back under the earth to hide. So this Mistress kind …
I live in Bangkok the so called big and civilized city … around 8 million people are in and around this big city and they call it “the city that never sleeps.” But you know when I walk amongst the streets of crowded people I feel empty, lonely and most of all I feel sorry. My feeling of sorrow is not because i’m not happy or my mood at that particular time, but comes from this feeling of inequality in this social mix. I saw a a begger with a baby sleeping on the street with no food or clothes and then close-by in another location i saw a group of people who call themselves ‘hi-so’ doing some stupid activities …
Sometimes it’s better to send you home not knowing what the f**k happened to you. The last two words my client said tonight as the motorcycle taxi pulled away was “wait wtf?????” and then i blocked his number – for a little bit – so i don’t wake up from the 100 calls and sms he will send in the middle of the night. Yes i block a lot of people – getting a lot of emails about that and it doesn’t make people happy … “I think you are right and Mistress Pasaya was just joking … I think, I am to old for that teenager games .” The ‘Block’ button is the most powerful button on my phone. Being able …
