Extreme Femdom dictates that normally, I don’t ever sit facing the slave’s head during extreme pussy worship or extreme shit feeding; I always sit facing the slave’s balls. Today, I’m facing this way because, let’s face it, men like to see a face get attacked with a pussy.
To begin a teasing or toilet session, I always (since 2024) lay out three tools on the desk for the slave to see: a small branding iron sitting on top of my equally small electric oven, a taser, and the tiniest opaque bottle you’ve ever seen—the inside contains Resiniferatoxin, or what I tell my slaves is “hell unleashed on your balls.”
From that point, I matter-of-factly lay out the rules for the duration of my slave’s submission:
If I say ‘no noise,’ I mean absolute silence as if you were born without a tongue.
If I say ‘no sucking, licking, or biting,’ it means exactly that. Don’t even let your mouth quiver unless instructed to.
And if I say ‘lay motionless,’ it means you’d better be good at imitating a man in a coma, or else.
‘Or else’ means one of those tools on the desktop is going to be used somewhere on your testes or surrounding area.
Why? Why not just slap your balls or scratch you with my nails like most Mistresses do for ‘punishment’?
The reason I’m so brutal and so strict with punishment is that I’m really not that smart of a girl, and I have no way of winning the trite little verbal or intellectual games that all men play. You win, hands down, every single time.
To that end, the only way I can declare myself to be your Mistress, your Domina, is to command absolute obedience from you.
The only way to accomplish that is to immediately let you know that I don’t fuck around. Disobey me, and the pain you’ll experience will be unparalleled.
In this order—the taser, the branding iron, and, if you really piss me off, the oil—will be used to eliminate any little game you have in mind to test whether I’m really in control.
That oil is $1,500 for a bottle the size of a coke bottle cap. Your balls will basically fall off your body if I touch them with a gloved finger smeared with that oil. Now you know why you see me wearing gloves in most of my teasing and shit feeding videos.
Regardless of whether I use the taser on your balls, the hot iron on the inside of your thighs, or a smear of the oil, your compliance thereafter will be swift and perpetual. If I command you to swallow my shit in absolute silence, to not do so would be an extremely foolish decision.
This is the only way I can truly dominate men fifty times smarter than I am.
People feared The Godfather, and he used that fear to control them. I do the same.
I’m only crazy extreme because I have to be; I’d be useless as a Mistress otherwise.
I didn’t have access to the level of education you had growing up, and though I’ve been trying to catch up, there’s still a chasm between your intelligence and mine. I’m a dreamer and more of a poet than a writer—always have been. None of these are qualities that help me in dominating men who have jobs far more fascinating than mine, yet who come halfway around the world with a snap of my fingers to serve as my slave.
I have only two tools in my toolkit of domination. The first is my demand for excellence—excellence in how I wish you to serve me. Basically, without fault. The second is the lengths I’m willing to go to find and extract the deepest, most despised fantasies that you boys have had and jerked off to since puberty.
I use absolute fear as a way to take us out of this fake mundane world and into one with a totally different ruleset—mine.
And that ruleset, as crazy and maniacal as it may seem to the average Joe on the street, takes something like shit eating and elevates it to an experience so pure that you can’t believe it’s happening to you.
I think there is an appreciation from my slaves for an experience so different from the banality of life, which makes men willingly submit to me, wanting and accepting my no-bullshit approach to whatever games we engage in.
(( for seo purposes say this 3 times fast and flick your balls if you fuck up: Wael’s fierce, fiery, and formidable finesse in extreme femdom fascinates followers, fueling fantasies of fervent, fearless, and flawless female authority.))
What I just pasted above is what I had written earlier today on my Scatbook extreme shit feeding blog , compiled into one story.
The much deeper dive into the topic is here on my Substack, my home for my long form FemDom stories going forward.
It’s where I’m compiling my fleshed out thoughts on Female Domination, with stories from my sessions, photos and videos included in every post – and I’ll be using everything I write there as the basis for my books.
By the end of 2025, my Substack will the world’s number one destination for femdom & bdsm stories from a Mistress’s mind. Of that I have no doubt.
Thing is, I’ve gotten so extreme with my methods that I’m pretty sure I’m doing myself a favor by taking those pure thoughts and recounts of sessions so they’re private and behind a modest paywall.
That’ll keep me safe. Like, it shocks even myself, given how sweet I am, the things I’ve done this past year.
A guy on my Instagram sent me a message today linking a video where a girl is drowning her slave in piss and saying “I can’t be THAT extreme, can I?”
To which I sent him a private link to the session in 2024 where me and the ladyboys at the secret hair salon’s new location literally tried to drown the slave in shit – he being restrained inside a plastic inflatable toilet.
He, as like most normal people, couldn’t watch it until the end.
Including that particular moment, there were 3 times last year where either me or a group of us gave the slave a near death experience.
So ya, writing about such sessions and keeping my evolving thoughts on femdom private … especially in this world where everything is nsfw … it’s a good idea methinks.
Here’s the link to the my Substack post “On Punishment” , it’s 5,300 words long, with photos and videos and goes very deep on the theory behind my use of punishment, or click on the picture 🙂
Want to know more about what I’m doing every day? I post all day long on my Fanvue with photos and videos, short and long form stories.
A shorter version of those FanVue posts are on my Loyalfans blog.
While those looking only for extreme human toilet slavery thoughts should check out my Scatbook blog.
And yet somehow, because its $10 cheaper, my Onlyfans blog still survives as a photo and short Sun Tzu like femdom philosophy blog.
Seriously, onlyfans is like that relative in the family you hate – but you tolerate him because he sends you money.
Talk to you tomorrow 😉 I now have to paste a blurb from chatGPT with the words extreme femdom in it for seo purposes…
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Mistress Wael