Stunning , beautiful, gorgeous, hot, sexy, goddess-like : all words guys use to describe me when they see my photos , followed by “better than your photos” when they see me in person. What’s changed though and what I really hoped would happen as I redesign my website and reconfigure the rules by which I present myself on the web is that I’m attracting session inquiries from very interesting and intellectual gentlemen. Goddess, Again it was such a pleasure to receive your response…and yes thank you so much for both sets of photos!! You look simply stunning in your vacation pics and you can just imagine the effect the others had!! I feel I am already under your spell …
Change begins when the pain of staying the same becomes greater than the pain of changing. Change takes time though. It takes time for the seeds to begin growing within, time to understand and process, time for the growth to mature, and time for the old self to die and fall away. When Jaa1 left me in charge of this website she inadvertently planted those seeds of creativity in my mind. However the scope for major change is always limited by both stagnation and procrastination, one attracting the other like mosquitoes to a still pool of water and ultimately it’s desperation not inspiration that start the engine of productivity. For me that desperation came from being comfortable waiting for the …
“Hello, how old are you?” is the first thing Mistress Wael said to her daughter talking on Skype behind me as I am getting ready for what will probably be the last session I do at this condo I got for her and I. “Arai wa?” answers her 10 year old daughter which is the English equivilent of “huh?”, and Wael glances up at me with a look that is very much the same facial expression a bank employee would make with a gun to her head after improperly entering the code to the bank’s safe. “Tell me how old are you please?” she tries again slowing her speech down to the ridiculously slow speed that a foreigner might do ordering …
eing a mistress has evolved me faster than five monkeys having butt sex with a fish squirrel evolved you, – you as in men in general. In fact, if this rate of evolution persists, it’s quite possible that i’ll be the first self-aware artificial intelligence well before google’s robotics division figures out how to stop their robots from walking like Gumby. Ha, won’t that throw a monkey wrench into Windows 11 if Cortana 2.0 has a mistress personality built into her; “oh ya, i’ll empty your recycle bin bitch , right after you lick my modem first” haha The speed of my evolution is proven in my photos as Jaa2 3.0 , or the Mistress I am now, looks absolutely nothing like …
Getting men to beg me, submit to me, and worship me isn’t the problem, the problem is getting them to write about it afterwards. I’ve been told many times that you guys feel shameful after losing control to me. Just so, but why deny a feeling that powerful? Write about it, embrace it, come back and see where it leads you the next time you see me. At least one guy finally wrote about his session with me … Minutes, hours. Does it even matter? What matters was the excruciating denial that I was being put through. It was torture, it was painful but somehow it was exquisitely pleasurable. I have no understanding why but what I do know …
I was sitting at home earlier today looking up on Google “people who ought to be killed” to see if anyone has listed my ex and sadly I found that nobody had as of yet. I found George Carlin has a list of other people I also agree should be strapped into chairs and have their balls beaten with hammers. Sadly my ex doesn’t have balls but it’d still be sweet to strap him into a chair and work on my castration techniques. There’s my ‘edgy’ style again that somebody said i have which is opposite of the ‘motherly’ style that the first Mistress Jaa used to write with. I’ve spent the last three days trying to write one story in a …
I think i’m done. In my last session I got up and started cleaning the condo and I just leave her to do the session by herself. I had a moment in my brain when my brain said “i cannot do this anymore”. This life is 100% in. Or 100% out. You see the photo? That is me innocent 10 years ago. 100% Jaa who I am. Who I was. I think each time I change between Jaa and Mistress Jaa i lose a little bit of Jaa. The more I am Jaa and have to come back to be Mistress Jaa … the more % i lose. Understand? Drama? No it is a real feel. I have a new chapter …
