The Double Down Session, by Mistress Wael
stuck
ˈstə-k
: the feeling evoked by the good fortune or by the prospect of possessing what one desires, like being stuck between the asses of two Dominas.
^ One of my favorite movie lines – one that influenced me a lot were three words uttered by Robin Williams in the film Good Morning Vietnam where he simply said “fine, let’s edit.”
So, here’s my question for you… What word do you think I borrowed the definition of, transforming it to fit this altered version of “stuck,” perfectly in sync with this enticing ass worship photo?
I realized that the only way to make the femdom art that floats around in my brain is to bypass all the censorship and host my own large language model and my own text to image ai generator on my own computer here. To do that I had to go and buy an 8tb hard drive which brought my Amazon gift card balance down to 0 , 🙁 … so time to get you guys to re-inflate that balance soon, geez, I wonder how I’ll do that? lol
Stay tuned.
Anyway, now that I have full reign to craft my own uncensored femdom art, I can finally unveil to the world what I’ve known all along… that no one understands men’s deepest, most unspoken fantasies and desires better than I do. No one in the known universe even comes close.
The proof is in the pudding. There are so many artists that try and come up with femdom art – and they all fail at it. Like, most have a tiny girl with an exaggerated huge ass that’s just consuming a tiny man who’s helplessly caught in the girl’s ass cheeks.
The result: about 20-200 likes, depending on how cute the girl is.
But from countless sessions—especially those shared with other Mistresses and exquisite Ladyboys—I know exactly what it does to a male slave when I take that infamous “ass-to-ass” moment from Requiem for a Dream and transform it into him being “stuck” between us, commanded to turn and bury his face in each of our asses, over and over. I’m delivering his deepest fantasy on a silver platter, laid out just the way he’s always dreamed but never dared to voice.
Re-create that same scene from my session into a text-to-picture prompt for Ai to create and the result gets me 100,000 likes, or 99,000 more than anyone else’s attempts.
Why? Because I’ve done it, I’ve created this scenario at least 50 times already in my Mistress career and each time all I had to do is but touch the slave’s dick with one finger and he’d shoot all over one of the girl’s legs by accident just from being overly excited.
It saddens me that the most successful fantasies that I’ve played out in real life are the one’s that are so expensive to arrange. That’s where the idea of a private femdom resort came from … that I could have a place where there are, say – 5-8 girls and ladyboys under my employ, all extremely handsomely paid so they don’t ever want to quit … and I could play out the sessions that tickle every single slave’s ultimate fantasy. But not at the cost of a car every single time.
Ok maybe a shitty car like a Lada, but definitely nowhere near the cost of a Honda Civic SIR, circa 1999.
One of my most famously successful fantasy sessions was the Double Down? session idea that I had during the covid lockdown days.
Looking back at it, that year where there was no travel – it was the best of times, and will likely never ever be replicated for the opportunity it provided me to offer the most insanely sexy sessions imaginable for a fraction of the price they’d cost me to arrange now.
People desperate for money will say yes to anything, absolutely anything and not only that … but they’d reach out to all their contacts and tell them “we’re saved! There’s this Mistress who’ll pay us actual money.”
So sessions that now would cost 1/4 million in thb … I was arranging for less than 40,000 thb back in those years stretching from 2020 to 2022.
One of those unforgettable 40k baht sessions was what I named The Double Down Session…a wicked little idea inspired by the lesser-known Richard Dreyfuss film Let it Ride, where he’d throw his entire winnings on the line, race after race, caught up in the thrill of the gamble.
It made me wonder—would a slave dare to risk everything in a session, if given the choice? But instead of betting his fortune, he’d be betting something far more precious…his ass.
To start, it was just the two of us. He was a strikingly handsome man from Dubai, stranded in town with his business crumbling under relentless stress. Yet, somehow, money wasn’t a concern for him—it never was.
I took my time, placing my purple strap-on harness in the center of the bed, letting him drink in the sight of what I playfully call The Terminator Dildo—the Ender of Asses. Its length was formidable, yes, but it was the massive girth that made men shudder before they even felt its touch. And as he stared, I knew exactly where his mind was going…
“You think you’re going to use that on me?” he challenged, his voice laced with that familiar disbelief, the kind that practically screamed, no way in hell. And, oh, I’d been waiting for exactly that. His defiance only made my answer even sweeter.
“Only if you—unwisely—choose to double down on a guess and lose,” I replied, my tone smooth as silk. “And if that happens, then yes…we will most certainly use it on you.”
“We?” he echoed, his confidence wavering.
Without breaking eye contact, I casually lifted my phone, sending a quick text to the girls waiting downstairs. Then, leaning back just enough to let him sense the shift in control, I let the word slide from my lips with delicious calm, “Correct…we.”
I love that exact moment when a man gets that “hmm, this just got interesting” look in his eye. It’s unmistakable—a flicker of excitement that seeps into his movements, every gesture tinged with anticipation. And this soon-to-be slave of mine? Oh, he was no different. He paced the room, a grin spreading slowly across his face, unable to hide his thrill.
“So…there’s going to be more than one of you?” he finally ventured, barely containing his curiosity.
“Oh yes,” I replied, letting the words linger, “much more than one…six, in fact.” And, right on cue, a soft knock sounded at the door. His jaw dropped as one by one, six stunning, scantily clad women entered the room, each more mesmerizing than the last.
I know what you’re thinking—yes, this was at the peak of COVID, and yes, it was undeniably dangerous. But I wasn’t just supporting myself; I had my entire family depending on me during those two brutal years. As did countless others in this country, scraping by as best we could. So, yes, we threw caution to the wind, time and again, because for us, it was survival.
I remember the moment his eyes darted with a touch of frustration, clearly unnerved by not seeing the faces of the six beauties I’d summoned for him. Yet, even in his politeness, he couldn’t resist the urge to make his one request—asking them, with an almost pleading tone, to remove their masks.
As the Mistress in control, I stepped in immediately. “First of all,” I purred, relishing the authority, “it is not your place to make any request—especially one so forward. And secondly, you won’t be seeing their faces anytime soon, so that little plea of yours is already moot.”
He hesitated, searching my gaze, before stammering, “Not…going to see their faces? How do you mean?”
That was my cue. With the subtlest of smirks, I began outlining the rules of my game: the Double Down.
I turned to the girls, giving a command in Thai, instructing them to undress. They moved with grace, peeling off their clothing as I informed our captivated guest that he would have the privilege of visually inspecting—and trying to memorize—each of the beautiful pussies in the room, mine included.
He could hardly believe his luck, and as he knelt to admire each woman, I saw his excitement build, his arousal rising visibly. He took his time, savoring every inch, crawling between their legs, peering up with reverence as he inspected each one.
When he was finally finished and told me he was ready, I continued, explaining the rules with a smile that told him he was in far deeper than he’d expected.
As I placed the blindfold over the handsome gentleman from Dubai, I leaned in closer, my voice low and teasing. “Let me explain the core of the game we’re about to play…”
“The seven of us will be spaced out around the perimeter of the bed, legs open. You’re permitted to use only your nose and tongue—no fingers, and certainly no penis—to identify which pussy belongs to me.”
The smile spreading across his face was unmistakable; he loved the idea. And with the way his erect penis danced in the air, it was clear he could hardly contain his excitement.
“If you guess my pussy correctly out of the seven of us, you’ll save your ass from being penetrated by all of us in the room… with that Terminator Dildo you see laying on the bed.”
“Easy!” he exclaimed, his voice thick with anticipation.
“But if you identify me correctly, you’ll have a chance to double down on your instincts… by doing it all over again. This time, you’ll identify me by examining our asses, using only your tongue and nose.”
“Holy shit,” he breathed out, and I’ll never forget the way he said it—like an adult discovering a Mustang parked in the driveway, wrapped in a big red bow for Christmas!
“And if I guess your ass correctly as well, what do I win?” he mused, practically bouncing on his toes.
“What a silly question,” I teased, stepping closer to him. I let my talented right hand squeeze his manhood, enjoying the thrill of the moment. “You’d have to empty yourself inside each and every one of us,” I said, tossing the small package of condoms I had been holding in my left hand onto the bed, landing tantalizingly beside The Terminator and its harness.
“Of course, if you guess incorrectly…,” I trailed off, my index finger exploring around his mouth, making his lips pout in anticipation, “you’ll find yourself with double the holes that dildo will be exploring… if you catch my drift, sir.”
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, like a mathematician contemplating a complex problem that had him stumped…
“Shall we begin?” I quizzed playfully, pushing him down to his knees before the “bed of pussies” with a single finger … lol.
If this had been my fantasy, those girls wouldn’t have been working girls desperate for cash, going along with the game for the sake of making a buck … but rather, they would’ve been my college friends — a fun bunch, all giggling and genuinely enjoying the pussy inspection about to unfold.
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That’s what really slaps me across the face when I plan these extravagant femdom sessions — it’d be oh-so-much more genuine and downright sexy as fuck if everyone in the room was there for the sheer fun of it all.
But “it is what it is,” as you guys say, right? I make the best of what I have to work with — and in this case, at least the girls were all hot and sexy, if not a little unprepared.
You have to remember, I staged this at a time when there were absolutely no tourists in the city … and none of these girls had been with a guy for months. So their reactions were a bit stale. I even had to lean over and whisper to the girl next to me … to pass along to the next girl and so on, to moan and act horny while his mouth probed around their pussies.
In my mind, the best chance I had of tricking him was to either be the first girl he explored or the very last — and I chose the last. I figured he’d gather so much ‘pussy information’ that the smell and taste of mine would get lost in the shuffle.
I was wrong … 🙁
Back in those COVID days, I was at my chunkiest — nothing to do for a whole year but sit in my condo. I remember my brilliant plan to avoid the inevitable food shortage was to survive on Lay’s potato chips for an entire year.
Anyways, the flab around my thighs, and let’s face it — my pussy lips as well — gave me away.
After he correctly guessed my pussy, he had the grin of the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland, and I realized these girls hadn’t bargained to have sex with this guy. So I had to make sure my equally chunky ass didn’t blow my cover in the second part of the game.
On the spot, I came up with the brilliant idea of tying not only his hands behind his back but also his knees together.
Why?
Well, because I figured if his hands were spread apart, he’d instantly know my asshole from the much more slender asses of the other girls. But also, I needed a distraction — something to make him uncomfortable, taking his mind off his task.
Tying his knees together meant he would literally fall into each ass face-first … there’s no way to control one’s descent when leaning forward on your knees with your knees pulled together.
Not only would he struggle to focus on the size of the ass, but he would literally crash into each one at full velocity, making the whole experience quite unsettling.
I made sure it was unsettling by arranging the skinniest of the girls to be first in round two. I wanted the slave to crash into the boniest ass of us all, and brilliantly, it worked. He thought he’d be landing softly, only to crash in nose-first.
My guess was that he’d play out in his mind a fantasy shared by many men — if not all of you — that he’d land and actually enter each girl’s asshole, nose first. So, I assumed correctly that he would plow headlong into the first girl’s ass with reckless abandon, likely hurting himself in the process.
He did bruise the bridge of his nose, but that didn’t stop him from joyfully ‘ass-diving’ into all seven of our holes. When he finished … I tiptoed over from my spot in the middle of the lineup to his left, leaning in to whisper something to one of the girls. I honestly forget what I said, but the whole point was to make him think I was one of the first three he’d nose-dived into.
I remember thinking, “What if he guesses my ass correctly? Are these girls going to go along with him having sex with all of them?”
Probably not … especially not for the 40k baht I had to work with! Still, my morbid curiosity was hoping he’d identify me correctly, just to see if he could actually have sex with all seven of us, back-to-back, with an orgasm included for each.
There’s that song in An Officer and a Gentleman when Mayo’s being punished by Foley (RIP Louis Gossett Jr.) that goes, “fucked 98 ‘til his balls turned blue, then he backed off, jacked off, and fucked the other two.” Ever since I heard that line, I’ve been curious: just how many women could a submissive man fuck in a row if I ordered him to?
Anyways, if he’d guessed correctly, I’d have been first in line to let him start on me, because I knew he’d explode fast enough. But the last girl in line? Well, I’d imagine him totally drained and exhausted by then … me spanking his ass just to get him to keep drilling ‘til he squeezed out his last drop of oil. Much to the girl’s dismay, mind you — no one wants to be fucked for over an hour, which is probably how long it would’ve taken to get that last drop of oil out of him.
It’s definitely a fantasy I need to revisit — only this time with ten girls, not six. I’ll call it the Officer and a Gentleman Challenge. Quick math for you: with the cost of sexual services these days, it’d be about ten girls at eight thousand each, so that’s 80,000 … plus my own 20,000, bringing it to a 100,000-baht session as we go into 2025.
Luckily, the whole knees-tied-together trick worked, and he ended up guessing wrong. He thought Liu — the sexiest girl in the lineup — was wearing my asshole, which … come to think of it, is quite an honor, huh?
Anyways, I’d like nothing more than to tell you how hot and sexy the ass-fucking train went for his punishment but that’s simply not the case. With the exception of Liu who had worked with me before and thus knew how to adorn a strap-on harness and drill ass … not a single one of the other girls had ever done so, and none of them had ever contemplated how hard they’d have to push to get the massive thing into such a small unused hole.
Which was only half my problem because at the time this was just the very beginning of my descent into doing super extreme sessions and I wasn’t ready for the push back I’d get the moment the slave screamed out in pain.
People are programmed to not want to inflict pain or damage onto another person and in a subservient society like the one I live in – getting six, let alone one girl to go in balls deep on a guy in agony was near impossible.
Every girl with the exception of Liu quit just minutes and sometimes seconds into the ass fucking part of the session. So ya, it wouldn’t be truthful if I recounted it like one of my later successful sessions – The Ladyboy Gauntlet went.
Destroying a man’s ass, as I later learned – is a task best suited for, well – men. Ladyboys to be specific. Mean ones – like The Machine that I’ve worked with ever since have made the ass destruction part of this type of session a huge success.
But truthfully, I’ve never been able to accomplish it with a group of girls. I’d have to go to one of the two bdsm clubs and rent a handful of paid rent-a-Mistress types that earn a living there but that’s not my style.
Like I said before, I like the giggling college girl type of feel to such a session, not a bunch of girls accustomed to working over men the way a mechanic works on a car.
I think I’ll end this with a question for you all because the answer greatly interests me.
IF it were you that I was using in this session, and you made it to the part where you had correctly guessed the pussy as being mine and were just about to guess which ass was mine. Would you choose to guess correctly or incorrectly at that moment. Let’s assume you absolutely knew which asshole you had smelled/licked was mine … the choice would be then yours to control right?
Would you prefer to be drilled in the ass by 9 girls and myself … or would you choose to attempt to fuck 10 girls in a row?
Would each be considered a punishment?
Now that I think about it – I’d have to have a punishment for the punishment wouldn’t I? Like, let’s say you chose to fuck all 10 girls and you just couldn’t produce either an orgasm or a hard dick when you got to pussy #9 … there would have to be an even steeper punishment for failing at something you chose out of selfishness because … it was more fun to fuck than be fucked.
What if … I’m just thinking off the top of my head here now … but what if I had done this session so many times that I was infinitely prepared for all consequences.
What if … I had brought to the session 9 branding irons, each with a number from 1-9 on the end of them and the slave would be threatened to be branded on his ass cheeks with the number of the girl he failed to produce an orgasm for … in this case #9.
See, it’d have to be an equally severe punishment like that to dissuade him from going the “I’m going to attempt to fuck all girls” route because that’s every man’s fantasy in the first place.
What if the punishment was that he’d have to withstand my unique way of inflicting a ball busting session … only he’d be kicked by every girl an equal number of times matching the girl with whom he failed to cum inside.
Like, say he failed at girl #9.
That would be 10 girls giving him 9 kicks in the balls, using my maniacal way of doing a ball busting session.
If you’re not familiar with how I do CBT – with regards to tactical kicking, it’s quite unique. Well of course it is – I have had to, by demand for such a service, come up with a way to kick a guy’s balls that is more effective than any other Mistress has ever come up with.
How I accomplish that might make you cringe.
See, most girls tell the guy to spread his legs, and oh – perhaps they have his hands tied so he can’t protect his nuts but it never works because the slave’s knees are allowed to buckle.
So, either the slave knocks his knees together not allowing free access to the testicles or he collapses to the floor entirely. Not only that, but he sees the kick coming so mentally he can prepare for it.
All these preventative measures had to be dealt with. Again, this was during those covid lockdown months – a time where I really had to refine my art as a Mistress to get a session. Because slave’s at that time were weighing the risks of contracting covid with playing out their fantasies and so , I had to present each fantasy in a way that they’d never experienced before.
That was the only way I could entice potential clients to accept the risk and come session with me, which in turn kept me and my family alive. I’m very thankful for covid, it made me the professional Mistress I am today.
For the ball busting punishment, I’d have the slave’s hands tied together and strung above his head to a hook in the ceiling – if I had a place that was properly equipped. At the time, I used the horizontal metal supports on the balcony of my condo that would prevent someone from toppling over. They ran to the ceiling and so I could suspend a slave by looping the rope from the slave’s elevated wrists to the topmost beam … and that would prevent him from collapsing to the floor after any of the upcoming kicks to the balls.
To solve the knee knocking problem, I not only tie the slave’s feet in a spread eagled position, but I also use two extra ropes to gently pull the knees outward … in a bow position like he’s riding a horse.
At this point, the slave can neither collapse to the floor nor can he restrict access to his balls by closing his knees.
All that’s left to do is remove the clenching of his body – the natural reaction one has when anticipating a hard strike to the testicular area.
To accomplish that I merely had to remove two of the slave’s senses … the sense of sight and the sense of hearing.
The first is accomplished with a blindfold and the second with a pair of noise cancelling headphones that remove all noise from the room.
Lastly, I use time as a weapon. For, when a slave is put into such a compromised position it is normal for him to keep his body tightly clenched for quite a long time.
It could be 20 minutes that I’ll leave him standing there all vulnerable like that, or it could be a full hour. As soon as I see he’s gotten tired of clenching his body is when the first crippling kick to the balls comes.
Oh and crippling it is. I’ve had 50% of my slaves yell out their safe word after just one such kick because it is so devastating.
That was back in the day when I allowed safe words. Now that I’m known for my ruthlessness, my no mercy whatsoever way of conducting my sessions (if asked for) my ball busting sessions are the least asked for.
I’ve yet to come across a single slave who has ever come back for a second helping of such a session. Sadly, there are a handful of slave’s who’s balls have just never been able to recover from a session using this method.
Which reminds me, I HAVE to write a story that in no uncertain terms explains to you all that those ‘no-mercy whatsoever’ sessions are done so On Request Only … it’s not something I make everybody endure.
Basically my philosophy as a Mistress is to be nice and gentle to everybody … but if “you want it – without mercy – I am most definitely the girl you have been seeking because oh baby – I am basically the Hellraiser Pinhead of Mistresses .. if that’s what one is looking for.
I get so many emails saying they’re terrified to do a session with me – which makes me realize that people have forgotten that I still do the most basic of sessions in a very loving and caring way. My tease & denial sessions are still legendary and fun!!!
But – just know, as the photo that goes with this post shows – I know ALL your secret fantasies – I had been extracting them non-stop from 2020 to 2023 until I fell apart from the stress of arranging them last September.
The year off was very necessary, a total mental reset if you will.
Therein lays my most pressing problem. That while I’d love to be the lovely Mistress who does nothing but sensuous Tease & Denial sessions … there’s a Denice the Menace side that lurks inside of me … that rubs its fingers together at the thought of doing something way more extreme … human experimentation if you will.
Even though I now know that doing too many of those types of sessions is devastating to my mental health.
It’s a fine line I walk, but at least I now know what happens if fall off the tight rope and land on the wrong side.
So as much as I’d like to be forever known as The Purveyor of Extreme Fantasies and HTS , it’s maybe better to go back to being knowns as the girl who can edge you for 60 minutes of fun we’ll both never forget 🙂
Mistress Wael