So obviously, we’re not doing face to face sessions for a while.
There are a few guys who got trapped here in the city and cannot fly home. They’re keen on doing sessions still but there is no way.
This country has a nasty habit of not just reporting things but invading people’s lives and privacy just to dramatize the story for the sensationalized tabloids here.
No doubt , if I came down with this virus , it’d be front page news , and can you imagine if they traced my sessions back to one of you guys who were infected.
Yikes.
I have some pretty prominant people who see me , all with well distinguished careers. So with them in mind, rest assured that all I’m doing all day is binging on Netflix until I pass out on the couch.
Then I wake up , circle the living room a few hundred times , cook up some rice and butter , eat that while watching more Netflix and eventually pass out again.
I’ll wake up , oblivious to what time it is , and to how many consecutive days I’ve worn these same panties. Then I’ll sit down at some random time to write to you guys, today that happens to be 5:40am.
Every couple of days I’ll hit this point where I’ll answer out loud to a question that was asked in my head.
Today while ironing … yes ironing – that’s how bored I got – I was steam pressing my gym socks when I suddenly yelled out “ya like that’s gonna happen.”
I paused and for the 3rd time this week questioned myself out loud asking “who the fuck are you talking to?”
Then as I did a few days ago I stepped back from the ironing board the way a suicidal man would step away from the edge of a cliff after reconsidering.
I’ll then have a rather loud argument with my Id Ego and SuperEgo as to whether or not I’ve reached the inflection point of sanity vs insanity ; but when that answer comes back as ‘possibly mildly insane’ I’ll just throw up my hands and say “I’m ‘outta heeee”
Today I grabbed my purse, sat on the floor putting on my shoes and was considering how throwing social caution to the wind would embolden my will … when I had a “Noah” moment.
I even said out loud in a rhetorical question to myself “how long can you tread water” (5:57 mark in the video above)
Which is me saying to my curvy – yet frail allergy prone body , “how long would you last in the ICU?”
So I’ll sit down to write again , and as you can see by the Covid Manifesto which started out as a 2 paragraph blog post, I tend to lose myself for half a day just writing stuff out.
Wael too.
We’re committed to , mostly out of lonliness , writing a story every single day, alternating between the two of us.
Geez I haven’t written that frequently since the first three years of me taking over the blog from Mistress Jaa.
So for as long as this lasts, you European’s can wake up to a cup ‘o coffee and a story to read, every morning.
And write us once in a while ok.
I used to boast about the solitary life Mistress Wael and I lead.
Humbly, not so much anymore.
xx
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