For years I’ve been playing this mental game with a few hand picked submissive guys who’d been coming to worship me often.
I’d let them dry off from their shower in my living room , giving their mind a few more moments to race in circles with thoughts before I’d sexily walk out from my bedroom completely naked except for a pair of cute white cotton socks , the kind the come with a pom-pom on the heel.
Leaning back against the wall furthest from them I’d slide down ever so slowly until I was seated on the floor with my feet crossed over top of one another.
With one hand I’d reach forward and slowly remove my socks while with the other I’d gesture for the man to lay down on the floor over by the sofa.
Again I’d let silence throw loud daggers at their minds. I’d sit , and which ever particular person was seeing me that evening would lay across the room like that for minutes on end. Until finally I’d say:
“Crawl to me. Show me what you want.”
Slowly they’d make their way across the warm linoleum cream coloured floor towards me , hardly ever making eye contact.
At last they’d reach my shiny toenails, glistening from the tungsten glow of the foyer light , the only one I’d have on in the entire condo.
Sheepishly they’d look up at me as they began to ever so lightly kiss the tips of my toes and I’d look them in the eye much the same way a shoe would look down at an ant.
My looks of unamusment would hinder them not. Eagerly each and every one would lap up my toes for the entirety of the session , and then thank me on their way out a few hours later.
They’d return for a second session and once again we’d play out the exact same scenario.
And a third. Perhaps a fourth.
Then they’d stop coming. Boredom perhaps.
Eventually though, each one would inevetably email me and ask if – upon the next session’s arrival – we could do something else.
“It isn’t the mountains ahead to climb that wear you out , it’s the pebble in your shoe” is how I replied to all four guys when confronted with their uniform request.
Having chosen on purpose four submissive and yet clearly intelligent men they all responded with some sort of verbage saying “how do you mean?”
“The choice to do something else has always been there , it’s you who chose to ignore the mountains beyond to instead dwell upon my feet.”
“I could have worshiped your pussy instead?”
“Yes. At any time.”
All four of those men went through varying stages of madness before their next opportunity for a sesison with me arose.
It’s like finding out the cute girl who lived next door when you were a kid always wished you’d have come over and fucked her when she was alone.
Would I have truly let them worship my pussy? Definitely.
Did I think that was something I’d have to contend with? Hardly.
Now certainly there’s a lot of factors that weigh in on my favour come their moment of action; social acceptance, adequacy, societal norms to name a few.
However I felt safest with the fact that men, but submissive men in general – tend to let whatever their own personal ‘pebble in their shoe’ stop them from embracing their dreams – the proverbial mountain before them.
So I share this story with you now – knowing that of course I’ll have to abandon that game entirely now – because we’re experiencing unprescedented times at the moment , and I can literally feel the anxiety building at the other end of these emails I’m having with you as the days pass.
Pay attention to the smallest of details in your life, the things you absolutely can control right now, namely : your health and your mind.
For me, that means paying attention to my immune system by eating healthy, exercising every day, and making sure I’m topped up on Vitamin C
I watch an hour of comedy every day. I write every day. I remember to smile every day.
Toss that pebble from your shoe guys … and when sessions resume … please don’t do your best Komodo Dragon lizard impression by scooting across the floor and diving into my ‘puss … us wolves do eat lizards after all.
xx
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Post Orgasm Techniques. To learn from myself I watched all my videos yesterday. Took all day.
And I was mad at myself.
“Why in my videos I don’t focus on my post orgasm techniques and instead I just stop filming?”
Not good. I have to fix that.
Because I focus so much on post-orgasm techniques in every session I do … not only the Tease & Denial sessions.
I have so many things I do.
So let me explain to you first – why post-orgasm part of the session is SO important. And after … I will explain some of the techniques I use to help you understand.
“Some” not “all” my techniques. If I write for 1 week I don’t think I can write about every post orgasm technique. So I will talk about only my favourite.
Post-Orgasm is Important
Why?
Becaused the man is most vulnerable … most sensititve … after I let him cum. Also he is thankful for me for let him cum. Only 50% of the time I agree to let the man finish.
50% of the time I lock him back up in chastity until the next session. That is because very often now since 1 year ago many slaves come to see me 2 or 3 time in one week.
So from 50% the time I let him cum … I 100% control how he will feel about his orgasm.
10% is ruined orgasm because I touch his cock too soft for feeling.
10% is ruined orgasm – no touch at all.
10% is ‘no time to enjoy’ the orgasm because I don’t stop until orgasm #2 … #3 … #4 … until his balls say stop.
You can see now you have only 20% of the time in my session you will get the perfect orgasm. I love to let the man try to think what he have to do for me to give him what he want so much.
Maybe I will make small circles too. But not too much. Just only thing I want to do is let his balls feel warm from my hand.
When I push … i can push some more cum out. More important for me is to make his balls feel warm. Feels good for you I think.
Or.
I can pull and massage the skin under his balls. Use my nails to scratch light. Give him more feel. Then push the cum out.
And pull the skin again.
This … makes men the most crazy.
One because he is scared. I think not a lot of girl understand the balls. They think it is easy to hurt the man.
The skin under your balls to me is like the skin under a turkey neck. It is for pulling scratching and massaging.
Twisting too … but some times I fuck up still and twist too much.
Still learning. If I twist a little bit it feel good I know that. If I twist too much it hurt if the 2 balls bang together.
I don’t care. I say “ooops accident.” Because I love to make mistakes and learn more. Sorry that I have to use your balls for my mistakes 😛
Dry Towel
I have 2 towels I can give to you after you cum.
If I give you the dry towel … I want to fuck with you.
I will slap your face maybe. And clean your cum like you spill your coffee on my bed.
Mean … I rub hard.
And show you your mess to your face.
Maybe I will clean your face with the cum on the towel.
“Look what you did … why did you cum?”
If I did not want you to cum yet … but you did not warn me … or you try to hide your feel and “cum by accident” … then you will get dry towel for sure.
CBT mean style also for sure.
And 99% if you do that I guarantee you will cum 5 more times no stopping until you can not walk.
The dry towel will clean only the head of your cock after each orgasm.
Dry towel is perfect for a sensitive cock.
I will make sure I rub a lot … many times … the sensistive side of your cock to clean all the cum.
Don’t make me do my dry towel technique. Because my next technique is what you really want.
Post Orgasm #1 Technique: Damp Towel
When you come for the session I make you shower.
The towel you use I don’t put close to the air conditioner.
I keep it a) in the bathroom if it is 2 hour session or b) on the balcony if it is 1 hour session.
1 hour is perfect because I get both … wet and warm towel.
The perfect way to take care of a big big orgasm is only with a damp towel.
Yes I use this technique the most in my 1 hour session but
My favourite is with my Mistress as a Girlfriend session because it is how I make you sleep.
I will massage and clean your tummy dick and balls with the damp towel.
Make sure no cum left anywhere.
And same time massage your balls and inside your legs with my hand.
Then cover you in blanket so you feel warm … and sit your head in my lap.
I sit behind you.
Same like i did when I worked as a massage girl … I give you head and shoulders relaxing massage.
Until you fall asleep and dream.
That is the perfect ending.
It is what 100% of my slaves who know me hope to get and try to be a perfect slave so I will be nice and give them a perfect orgasm and perfect post orgasm.
But only get it 10% of the time.
1 in 10 shot.
That is why people book me so often. It is like booking an orgasm lottery haha.
Mistress Wael
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My first attempt at making a store page looked like a dog’s breakfast – but only the kind that doesn’t look yummy.
So I need to bang something out for you quickly just to keep you a bit happy if not wholly unsatisfied, kind of like my furiously fast 60 second hand pumping orgasm sessions.
Here then are my deepest thoughts , intersperced with my own personal zen-like bits of wisdom for you to meditate on throughout the day, beginning with:
Experience … is a comb nature gives us when we are bald.
The store page is going to be a rip-off of this design. 120 videos in total. Broken up into fetish packages like Tease & Denial , Foot Worship , Sounding , and Sex with Gerbils.
A closed mind is like a closed book, just a block of wood.
I’ve been dead on in my growth projections for Covid’s USA spread. Heh, and my grade 10 math teacher said I’d never amount to anything. Had a panic attack this morning as a result of forward projecting and so, I went looking for an infectious disease professional’s opinion , one that came from a country that’s successfully flattened the curve. His projections did nothing to relieve my anxiety. So I’ve just taken 500 pills of Zanex and intend to wake up in 3 months fully coherent aN.,.d Ommn thE ovbbbther zzzide uF tHizzz crisi…….zzzzzz.
Better a diamond with a flaw, than a pebble without one.
My shit was green today. I have no idea why I feel the need to report that to you, but I just did … so do as you wish with that info.
What if there is no tomorrow? There wasn’t one today.
To get my point across about exponential growth to people umm , – that are not as educated as you guys are, (I can’t outright say whom so read ‘tween the lines please) I’ve been giving them all the scenario of choosing between two jobs. One offers $1,0o0 usd per day. The other $.50 cents on the first day, and doubles every day for a month. Does it surprise you that every single person I’ve given that option to chose the 1k/day option? Also, none of them could keep doubling once we got past $10,000. But, they all got the fucking message pretty quick by day 30 when I told them in my languge “swap dollars for people now.”
Who do you think you are? I am.
We live in a hashtag society. Everybody just expects beyond a shadow of a doubt that everything is going to be ok quite soon. Their # thoughts are just buying time until some authority magically says everything is ok again. What if everybody out there died, and we had to take over the world? Yes “US” , the stupid people.
You could take a good look at a butcher’s ass by sticking your head up there, but wouldn’t you rather take his word for it?
Talk to ya tomorrow.
xx
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There’s been a hell of a lot of scratchin’ pussy going on around here lately.
The question I’ve been asked the most , daily , is ‘how are ya hanging in through this Covid thing?’ and the answer I’ve given time after time makes you guys squirm in your pants and scream in frustration no doubt.
I’m fucking horny.
Every … single … available … white … cock has fled the city.
Leaving me to sit on the sofa here with two fingers of my left hand burried inside my ‘puss all day long as I do things on the computer with the right hand.
I shit you not … I cum about 10 times a day now.
It reminds me of when I was a teenager and I had begun to hang around a friend’s condo because there was this Swedish swimmer who would go for a swim every morning. He had a swimmers bod’ with these long lanky muscles which normally would have demanded all of my attention … if it weren’t for the navy blue ultra tight speedo trunks he wore. Yes , I remember the color. I even remember that the word Speedo was written in small white letters across the top of the ass part of his trunks. I remember all this because his junk , even when soft, was this unbelievably massive lump of compressed flesh.
I’d watch him from the pool office – a tiny room set behind the deep end of the pool , a little bit offset from the supply shed in front.
And in that office was this old fashioned microphone , the kind that would normally be fastened to the top of a table and the long metal neck could then be bent towards the mouth to speak into. Honestly, its use would be best served at a mall or at a community swimming pool , why it was laying in a decaying box at an unused condo pool was a complete mystery , but thank the gods someone had put it there.
To a 16 year old girl – staring at a man’s package that looked gargantuan even from a far – that phallic thing wasn’t a microphone, it was a cock.
For a while, every morning I’d sleep over at my girlfriends place – someone I didn’t even like that much – just to sit in that room and fuck my clit with my fingers while holding on to that rusty old microphone like it was the last cock on earth.
I had never been hornier in my life – until this week.
Yesterday I sat here on this couch from 6am until 9 at night loading every single bdsm video I have to the cloud. I’m opening a store page today you see , where you’ll be able to buy video packages grouped by fetish , with purchasing details all in one place. A decade worth of videos from sessions so old I can’t even remember them. Most made me laugh. No doubt you guys will opt for the Tease & Denial package or the Anal one perhaps , but my personal favorite is the Mistress’s Personalities video folder. That one has it all : orgasms, blowjobs, wind storms, screams … just us mistress’s being who we are outside of sessions.
But the one’s that reminded me of being original Mistress Jaa’s slave , those are the videos that made me soak my sofa with pussy juice all day.
I began my career as a Mistress eight years ago today. Except I wasn’t a Mistress at that time, I was Mistress Jaa’s sex slave.
My very first session with her, she had me naked and on all four’s like a dog on the floor.
Above me , laying down with his chest protruding over the edge of the bed was her male slave for the session and she had instructed him to drop candle wax on my back until there was more wax than skin showing.
Every time it hurt, she’d either spank him or twist his anal plug – violently. He’d yelp.
Back then I was really kinky but incredibly naive. I’d never seen a man being controlled like that , and his initial yelps of pain turned me on so much.
The first few drops of wax on my back were orgasmic.
Not only would I let out a gentle “ahhh” as I got used to the stinging splash of molten wax , I would then hear “you hurt her! I told you be careful, she’s new” and I’d hear the ‘whoop’ of her whip followed by a smack that echoed about the room.
It was the fact that I couldn’t see it happening that aroused me so much. But with his mouth directly over my back and behind my ear, I could hear the sincerity in his yelps of pain. Especially when she’d give the massive butt plug a good 360 degree spin.
Actually , you know what I remember. Now that I think about it, I remember my nipples being so aroused that they were lactating. And worse, with me having to hold a doggy position , they were uncomfortably stretched out every time my back would arch at a splash of wax.
So , I was watching the video of that session as it loaded and when it ended it auto played the next video sitting in that folder.
It’s a folder I haven’t opened in nearly a decade , and with so many video files numerically named from the source camera, I had no idea what was on each one.
I had totally forgotten that she went and recorded some extra footage that night after the guy had left.
At first she was filming my back telling me how hot it looked.
Then as she circled around me she caught a drop of liquid shining below my nipple and I flinched as she forcefully lapped it up with her finger asking “what’s that?”
“Me too’ she added as she collected wetness from between her legs and jammed it under my nose.
The camera got placed sideways on the ‘Ben 10’ decorated bed comforter and in the video you can hear her say “come, do your job.”
You can’t see anything in the video , nothing but the skin of her hip area and a fold of the comforter covering half the bottom part of the lens.
But … you can hear me eating her pussy like it was the last meal left on earth.
And then you hear her cum moments after. Yes, I’m that good at eating pussy … or at least I was back then.
At the same time she came in the video , I came here on the couch last evening. That was my 10th and final orgasm of the day.
See, I had been turned on by video after video, and no shit … by mid afternoon I was so desperate for cock that I would have fucked the Grab Food delivery guy had by any fortune at all , he’d have been a foreigner.
It’s not like I fuck at all under normal circumstances. I don’t.
But it’s the absence of dick which is driving me to be so horny. Does that make sense?
It doesn’t make sense to me at all, it’s this weird biological mating phenomenon that’s going on in my brain I think.
Yes it doesn’t help that I exacerbated the problem by watching our bdsm videos all day , but I’ve been excessively horny since all the foreigners went back home.
Like, I’ll walk to the supermarket and see what’s left of the male species and somewhere inside my brain this silent alarm is going off saying “incompatible, incompatible, incompatible.”
So last night , at the peak of my horniness , I pick up the phone and call Wael to complain about the dirth of good men around.
She agrees , saying that there’s only 1 of her slaves left and he happens to be living on her street.
“Are you seeing him” I ask, and I find out that she’s been using him for her custom videos , but not for sex.
Then , a faint lightbulb goes off in my head. I excuse myself from the phone conversation and begin to pace around my condo.
“Nah, couldn’t still be here” I mumble.
There are exactly two slaves loyal to me who choose to stay in this very condo everytime they’re in the city. There’s a chick who runs an Air B’nB in a unit a few floors above me and I’ve recommended it to a few boys as it makes hooking up for sessions incredibly easy.
I get it in my mind that I just have to know. Is that room a few floors directly above me housing the last remaining femdom slave in the city?
And if there is indeed a useable slave in that unit, just how many fun ways could I sexually assault him in one evening?
If … big if here , but let’s just say the guy I’m thinking of is indeed still here … he’s not all that good looking. But … he does have a long curved cock, the kind that could hit my aching g-spot nicely.
Then the thought of cleanliness passes through my mind.
It’s been 2 days since I’ve hopped in the shower. I haven’t changed my panties in 3 days. My pussy has a 5 alarm smell associated with it , toxic by any measure.
My hair looks the part of a girl who’s orgasmed 10 times in a single day unmoved from sofa upon which she has sat.
And I haven’t worn makeup in 2 whole weeks.
That being said … I still look fuckable. At least that’s what I say to myself in the mirror before I swipe the condo keys from the kitchen cabinet , slide into my flip flops and strut out the door towards the stairwell.
Just before I knock on the door of the condo I go over in my mind how I might present myself?
Shall I try the “oh hiiiii” innocent girl approach?
Or perhaps the trailer trash “oh hey, my sink’s clogged upstairs, can you come fix it for me?” is a good obvious invitation to get laid with minimal words needed thereafter.
‘Aw fuck’ I thought, ‘he’s submissive, these thoughts are unnecessary’ and I made up my mind to push him against the wall as soon as he opens the door and do what a good mistress does … take control.
Knock. Knock.
Nothing. No answer. No movement detected either. Fuck.
I knock again.
And then suddenly, the door swings open , and cue the ‘hallelujah sound effects‘ … there he is … the last slave in the city … standing before me in jeans and a scruffy white t-shirt.
He calls out my name in surprise. My real name, and he doesn’t add the prefix Mistress to it.
And I can’t help it. It’s instinct. 8 years of being a mistress pops into my head and totally overrides the wetness between my legs.
“You’re still here?” I ask sharply.
“Ya … I can’t get any flights out so I ….” no way I’m letting him finish, I cut him off abrubtly.
“Why the fuck have you not been delivering food to my door every morning then?”
“oh?” he is taken aback by my anger, “I…I…”
“I what?”
“I’m sorry Mistress. I will. I promise.”
“Kiss my foot. Say you’re sorry.” Shut up girl, think about your pussy , why the fuck are you talking like this to him , you’ll not get laid if you keep this up. I’m having a heated silent mental argument with myself as this guy gets down on his knees and grovels at my foot.
I could still fuck him right there and then. He wouldn’t resist either.
But then I start getting thoughts about how fun it would be to rub my noxious pussy in his nose and hear him gagging below me.
Just as soon as I begin to ponder on that thought, another one flies into my brain … one of him doing my laundry tomorrow , something I haven’t done since the beginning of March.
Suddenly, my pussy ain’t horny anymore. Instead I’m watching him kiss my feet and my mind is filling with thousands of ways I can use this last slave on earth.
I have this rapid fantasy fly through my head that I no longer want Covid to wipe out 50% of the population, but rather 99.999% , leaving just him and me alive in the city. And I can use him as I wish until the end of days.
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Did you ever order food and after the food come you said “fuck … why didn’t I order the other food I was thinking about?”
Or did you ever try one awful food … and then try something worse … and think ‘wow’ … the first food – no so bad!
In my last story I told you I will explain how I take away the fear from my scat slave.
I told you I had a special technique.
Actually … I have 2 technique.
One is mental fear.
One is just fear of my poo in the mouth.
So I want to talk about mental fear first. Because I know I can make your mouth not to be scared of my poo. You can see how I do that in part 3 of my Mistress’s scat slave series.
How to make a scat slave relax his mind?
Easy. Make the poo the lesser of two evils.
Follow along. Or buy my scat slave Lesser of Two Evils video and see for yourself.
The empty glass.
Into the empty glass I will make a special Mistress’s scat slave cocktail.
Again , like I told you in part 1 … my slave always begin below me.
It is his first time to be my scat slave. He thinks it will be awful.
So I make him think about why I have a champagne glass in the bathroom with him?
It’s empty. We need ingredients.
At Starbucks. In my frappucino they put chocolate shaving on the top and chocolate sprinkle.
Sorry I don’t have chocolate shaving on my body … but I have nail clipping and nail file dust for a Mistress’s scat slave.
I used to let my slaves clip my nails. Now .. no way. Men suck at nails.
So watch me. Watch me fill the glass with my nails and nail dust.
Good boy. Have a idea what I am doing yet? No?
Ok add something new.
Lucky for me Starbucks never put shoe dirt in my Frappucino.
Sorry I cannot say the same for your cocktail.
A good drink should have cruncy munchy. Something to bite. Bubble tea has bubbles, yes?
I don’t have bubbles on the bottom of my shoe but.
For sure I can scrape crunchy things into your cocktail.
About now … all my slaves get it … what I am doing.
Look at that … 5 minutes into his first scat session and?
He forget about eating poo.
Magic!
What is more tasty than shoe dirt?
Right. You guess true. Foot scab. Toe dirt.
I will get my slave to lick the dirt from between my toe.
And I scrape it from the tongue and into the cocktail.
Perfect. Now we have all the ingredient. Oh? Mistress’s scat slave … his focus is on the cocktail only.
Maybe I should make him help me?
Every slave loves to help his mistress, right?
Ok so help me to stir.
Wait. You cannot stir yet.
You need a stir stick.
But not your finger or something like that. A stir stick can add flavor.
And where to get flavor? From my ear.
Ear wax has protien I think. See? I am thinking about your health.
So stir and do like I do in the video … wipe my ear wax on the glass.
Good boy. I am sure you can guess what will come next?
Oh? You don’t want to know? You feel too embarrass already? Too bad!
Now we need to make a roux.
You forget I was a chef before I was a Mistress.
I make the best roast beef roux in the world.
And I make the best Mistress’s scat slave cocktail roux in the world.
Just add a lot of spit. Your spit. My spit. Two flavor in one. Let it mix together.
Yes. Good. We have a roux.
Now watch me swirl for you.
Ok yes … it look a little bit gross.
You don’t mind , right?
In cooking I have to make a reduction. To make a reduction often I will add wine to my food.
Lucky for you … I have free white wine for your cocktail.
Ok yellow wine. Close enough.
Your job … please hold the cocktail glass to the wine tap. Thank you. Good slave.
Hmm. I guarantee you forgot 100% about my poo. Now you focus on the slave cocktail we made together.
I add nose snot to make you think about the cocktail more.
Maybe some pussy hair.
I cook like that at home too.
I throw everything into my soup. So let me do the same for you.
Too gross for you slave?
You will throw up if you drink that? Would you like to eat something else instead?
Well lucky for you I have appetizer.
A good cocktail should wash down a meal, right? Because what is a cocktail? Yes … after dinner drink.
And what did you come to see me for? That’s right … dinner.
So open your mouth. Let me feed you.
Not alot. See in video how much I feed you? Answer: just enough.
Just enough to give your mouth a new taste.
I know. I understand you. You are now my shit eater. Your dream to be Mistress’s scat slave come true.
But the taste!
We did many many sessions at Mistress’s scat slave level 2 … and I take your fear away about having my poo in your mouth already.
That is why you are ok right now. You are shock 100% you can be ok with that taste in your mouth.
Congratulations!
You graduate to Mistress’s scat slave level 3.
Let’s celebrate. I have a champagne bottle… for me only of course.
You … drink your cocktail … it is the lesser of two evils.
Wouldn’t you agree? haha. Cheers!
Mistress Wael
You can buy the video from me. It’s 2,000 baht. The video is 5 minutes long. Email me to arrange everything.
Order any custom video from me that you can fantasize about. It can be POV or order me to do your fetish on a slave since you cannot be here in person.
Today I will edit and load all the videos from old sessions to the cloud. Organize them into folders. And make a store page where you can buy the groups of videos by folder.
I’m making a video a day to add to the store.
Adding video and online sessions to my form.
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What cha’ doin’? I’ve got my feet up on the sofa here sipping a cup of crappy insta-coffee, the kind that comes in packs of 3’s and leaves the taste buds a little unsatisfied , know what I mean? Got my laptop on – you guess it – my lap , and until a few minutes ago I didn’t even realize that I had my right hand down my sweats resting on my pussy. I haven’t showered since yesterday and this is the third day I’m wearing these grey sweat pants – but I have changed my panties daily , so at least i’m somewhat kempt.
That’s how relaxed things are, and you know what? I’m quite enjoying myself and all this free time.
One reason is, I’m writing again , as you’ve no doubt noticed by now.
I told Mistress Wael earlier this week “hun, you always said you wanted to learn to write better- well , here’s your chance – giftwrapped with the biggest yellow ribbon the world’s ever gonna give ya.” – unless ur waiting for 100 yellow ribbons …
We’re committed to giving you guys a story a day , ready and posted by every morning Europe time.
Possible? Well , to give you an idea just how much time I have on my hands … it’s 9:31 am the day BEFORE this story is gonna be posted. Email was done 2 hours ago and for the first time in years – emails get answered the minute they come in because I’m so happy to talk to somebody. Wael’s asked me to design a store page for her videos so I’m gonna work on that later this afternoon and then I’ll probably get started on the next story that I have swirling in my head … the one that’s not due for another 3 days.
I love it!
For the longest time I was skeetering between happiness and madness , trying to balance the fun of being a Mistress with the sessions and emails that I couldn’t keep up with. Oh sure I’d write a story, but when I did I was always angry because it was eating into what precious little free time I had left.
Now I feel like there’s been a huge weight lifted off my shoulders and I can actually sit down and do the thing I love the most … writing!
Several hours ago I looked up into the tar black sky at 3am and saw thousands of stars twinkling over the eerie darkness of the city. I’ve never seen the city so dark in all my years here.
Then this morning , right in the middle of “rush hour” I waltzed down my street here and walked right in the middle of the empty road, and saw perhaps 20 people outside at most. I felt like my dreams for a post Thanos society had come true , it felt eerie.
Somebody messaged me on Twitter this morning “stay safe, it’s getting worse.”
Is it?
Is 1/2 the world staying home and for the first time in forever – and spending quality family time something I’d call “getting worse?”
Is having the entire world face the first crisis since World War 2 and realizing a sense of global community and reponsibility so bad?
Isn’t watching certain world leaders Like New York’s Cuomo and Canada’s Trudeau demonstrate true leadership a great thing ?
The 36 minute, 50 second mark is 5 agonizing but stoic seconds of silence that represents the greatest question of our time … can the world’s population be trusted to voluntarily act responsibly?
Because as of the moment I write this , China is the only country in the world to have successfully flattened the curve , and the measures to achieve that were not voluntary.
Nothing is inherently good or bad.
Because you never know what will be the consequences of misfortune. Or , you never know what will be the consequences of good fortune.
Only our interpreation governs our perception.
I’m sure you’ve heard the tale of the Chinese farmer. If you haven’t, have a listen, it’s a tool I’ve used for many years …
https://youtu.be/byQrdnq7_H0
For example, I stopped looking for a place to move to.
My lease ends in 5 days, and my landlady has refused all along to renew for any term less than a year.
Then covid hit hard and all my sessions got cancelled.
Called her up today and she begged me to stay for one more month. No prospective tenants left in the city you see.
To celebrate I went for that walk I mentioned earlier this morning looking to buy bbq’d bananas from the lady who sells them at the top of the street.
But she’s packed up and gone back to her family home up north I assume.
So I went instead to the supermarket and heard “Mistress?”
Turned around to see a guy who I had to cancel the other day since I’m not doing sessions until the Covid threat has passed, but was told he was feeling sad as he’s stranded here with no flights back home available, but seeing me at 8am made him so happy.
To that, we bumped elbows , tapped our shoes, had a good laugh … and now I’m back home here writing to you guys , munching on banana chips instead.
Has it been a good morning?
Maybe.
You see, I’ve been pondering how to make money through this world shutdown.
Can tell you that I’m not keen on doing online sessions for two reasons.
For one, they can be recorded and then posted all over the internet.
Secondly, I just really enjoy face to face encounters. They’re real.
It’s why I don’t ever communicate with texting apps , that’s not how real people communicate.
You can probably vouch for this … have you ever talked to a buddy and asked him or her “hey have you talked to s0-and-so today?” and they’ll say “ya, talked to him this morning, he texted me.”
Well they didn’t really talk, did they? Not by my definition of talking anyways.
I’m all about making guys’ knees go weak and knowing their heart is pounding as i pull them by the chin to the bedroom.
If I tried pulling you by the chin in a video session my laptop would crash to the floor.
So I came the conclusion that if I am going to do an online session , its gotta be with the guys I know very well , whom I’ve sesisoned with many times, and who I trust unequivocally.
Also, the longest I can handle talking to a monitor with no physical interaction is 30 minutes. So that will be the limit of my longest session.
Same as Mistress Wael’s prices, 30 mins would be 2k , 15 mins would be 1k , and that’d be the minimum amount.
She called me very early this morning, Mistress Wael did.
Her sister’s down syndrome medication has run out and she’s unable – and/or unwilling to travel from her very rural and humble abode in the northern mountains down here to the big city to get her prescriptions. Which is causing her to be suffering from chronic withdrawl symptoms and unbearable spinal pain. Yet she won’t risk getting infected and doesn’t want to put others at risk for such a long trip, not that Wael can afford it anyways. I was at her condo yesterday helping her shoot her video and heard her dad screaming at her when he called, blaming her for everything , incluuding her sister’s constant crying. Geez. I took the phone from her hands and shut it off, then hugged her for a very long time.
She said this is the worst of times and I said maybe.
“What if your sister survives and finds out a month down the road she doesn’t need to take 100 pills a day” I asked her, all prescribed long ago by crooked doctors. “What if that allows her to try medicinal marijuana instead, at 1/4 of the price?” “And what if that cannibis pill lessened the neck pain from her twisted spine?” as I’ve been suggesting all along.
And through choked back tears she whispered “ya, maybe.”
xx
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Making human toilet training hot and sexy is my new goal.
When your head mistress taught me about bdsm she say to me every day “find a hole and fill it.”
And no is not talking about anal sex.
Supply and demand. Find a fetish with little supply , a lot of demand , and do things different.
So I am.
I am making toilet training super sexy and hot. Because I watched about 1000 toilet training videos now. All are mean , messy , and gross.
Not one video show what the submissive slave wants the most.
a) To be scared and want to be submissive anyway.
b) To be excited.
c) To be able to serve me perfectly.
d) To feel embarrassed and loved at the same time.
e) To experience humiliation in a good way.
My goal is to give my submissive slave all that and more when he submits to be my human toilet training boy.
When Christmas comes …
I will be the #1 Mistress in Asia for Human Toilet Training with 100 videos. Let me show you why.
Yesterday I made a video to show one way I do my human toilet training. In fact … I have about 10 ways. Slowly I will show you all 10.
If you want to watch the video and follow along you can buy it for 2,000 baht.
Today I will start to make a store page for my videos. First I will load all the videos I did already. Then I will make one new video a day and load it to the store. And I will add the custom made videos people ask for.
To help you understand my technique I will post screenshot from my Human Toilet Training video but to really “get it” you should watch the video to feel the “desire” I make in your heart.
Scared and Submissive
The perfect human toilet is scared and submissive.
I will show you soon how I take care of scared. I remove it. All fear gone. I have a perfect way to do that
But I want to talk about submissive. How I make you feel submissive.
Because I don’t do it only for my human toilet training session. No. The technique I use for all my session. Especially my Mistress as a Girlfriend session.
Your head mistress is a bombshell. She can make you feel weak and desire at the same time.
I am ‘maybe’ only cute.
So I have to do technique perfect to make you submit to me.
One thing I do always is to keep you below me. Under me.
Under my foot. Under my ass. Sitting below me. Sitting under me. Always under me or below me.
In my Mistress as a Girlfriend session … if you taller than me … you must bend yourself to be below my eye.
Men love that when we go shopping all day. And I massage the sore back in the evening for reward.
You can see in the video you start below me.
And I make you wait like that.
Why rush?
You wait all your life for this fantasy right? So now you will wait 10 minute at my foot watching me on the toilet.
I want you to enjoy to be my human toilet training slave. So let it last a long time.
Every human toilet training video in the world is so short. Why? It should be very long experience for you. And every minute you wait will make you to want it more.
Human Toilet Training is Exciting!
I need you excited – not scared.
Excited means your cock is super hard. Hard like my Tease & Denial sessions.
Watch every other human toilet training video in the world … every man has a soft dick.
All my slaves stay rock hard. Why?
Because I focus one thing other Mistress never focus : anticipation.
No not that anticipation. You’re so vain if you think like that. (see my joke?)
Again … in every video the slave is on the floor already. Or under a toilet chair.
And that is fun how?
Look at my hand in the photo.
I am push you down below. You can feel me push you to your position.
I encourage you.
Tell you how perfect you are.
I let you tell me how perfect is my ass from down there.
Often I will put lipsitick on your mouth. Nice shiny red lipstick.
And I will let you tattoo my ass with your lips first.
If I like my tattoos , I will fart to let you know.
And you will play with your cock when you kiss. Just like you are now!
Only touch my perfect ass with your lips.
Again. Why rush?
You are below a naked Mistress on your knees about to eat from my ass soon.
How about I put a show on for you?
Let you enjoy to look at my hair.
Let you enjoy to look at my ass.
Maybe I give you 1 peek to see my boob.
I want you to enjoy your time on your knees.
Because how often can a man be on his knees in his life? Almost never you agree? So when that time come to have fun … take your time. Because I will take my time to see you submit to me for sure.
Serve me Perfectly
Ok. So your cock is 100% hard. Good.
Your heart is going crazy. Good.
If you watch other Human Toilet Training videos … the slave is ready … and the poo come like a sausage machine. Voooooooooom.
No.
Did you know poo can look cute?
Poo can look like a rabbit. Or like a strange bubble.
See the bubble on my asshole? I want you to look at it from below me. I want you to ask yourself question about it like “is that a bubble?”
Always I will let out 1 tiny sample and hold it on my asshole.
The more you see what it will look like … the color … the texture … size … wet or dry … the more your brain will think about where you are and what will happen soon.
Slow. Everything so slow.
Then I will squeeze my ass tight.
And make a smear.
IF you are level 2 human toilet slave – mean you have 0 fear because we did many times my special technique to remove fear …. this will be your first touch.
But not with your mouth.
With your nose.
You foreigner love to say the word “brown nose.” But did you ever get a chance to really be a “brown nose” slave? With me you will. How humiliating to put your nose in my dirty ass! You must be a dirty slave. You agree?
Say “Yes Mistress Wael.” I will make you say my name a lot to make you sure you remember me and this session.
Love and Embarrassment
I want you to love to serve me. I want you to love my ass. And love what come out of it.
To make you almost cum I have 2 technique I do … and because these 2 techniques … sometimes I have to tie your hand so you don’t cum.
First technique is The Volcano.
I think … it is amazing to see the ass open. It is like a movie when you see a volcano explode.
But in my movie … you can see very close the top of the volcano before the lava come out.
I play with that idea. Sometimes for 10 minutes I will open the volcano mouth and close again.
Sometimes I will almost let you see the brown lava a little bit. And then pull back inside again.
And I will tell you every time the volcano open to lick your lip and open your mouth.
Anticipation.
After 10 minute you don’t know what to explode first. Your cock or my volcano.
When the volcano finally open … you will beg me for it to come. But I don’t do Dairy Queen style like every human toilet training video in the world.
I think it is stupid to put a Dairy Queen brown ice cream mountain on your face.
Did you ever in your life go 1 time to the toilet and poo on the top toilet seat? No of course not.
So why do a human toilet training session like that?
Drop by drop … you will open and swallow.
Then open and swallow again.
No mess. I hate a messy toilet.
And drop by drop you can enjoy yourself.
Because some slave … have a problem to swallow. But everybody can swallow one drop.
I learned if I don’t tie the hand of my slave he will come when he taste the first drop.
Anticipation and taste … is too much.
So you will have to tell me what you want from the session. You want one drop for your fantasy?
Or you want to hear “open” , “swallow” 100 times?
But like I say in the video “I am not done with you yet.”
Especially if you cum already.
Because like after you cum … after you taste one small drop of my poo … you will feel shy and embarrassed.
I want to enjoy when you feel like that and want to shower fast and go home quickly.
No fucking way.
You are my slave. I let you go when I say “I am done with you.”
So serve me more.
Yes …. with that taste in your mouth. Yes … with all that cum on your tummy. Serve me more shy toilet slave.
Here. Take tissue. Clean my ass for me. I love to see my slave learn how to clean my ass under the toilet seat. Not easy like you think.
My ass is clean? Good.
Maybe I make you drink some pee. Drop by drop. To give you more taste.
And I take you to the bed.
The bed is for me not for you. You always below me remember? So? Get on the floor.
And look up at me.
Yes with the taste in your mouth still.
Dont’ worry … I will add to the taste.
With the dust from my nail after I file.
And my spit.
And my ear wax.
And my nose stuff.
All mix together in your mouth. And say “Thank You Mistress Wael” every time. Understand?
I love to see you embarrassed like that.
Know what I learned?
The longer I make you feel embarrassed … the faster you come back for another session.
There.
That is some of the technique I use for my human toilet training session … with a new slave.
My fetish is to train slaves who never try it before and feel scare.
And change them from feel scare to feel horny.
And from feel horny to embarrassed.
And from embarrassed to rush to try again.
In two days I will show you how I take away fear from my slaves.
I have a special human toilet training technique for that I think no Mistress in the world do. Only me.
Remember you can email me to buy my video.
And you can email me for me to make a custom video for you.
Talk to you in 2 days.
Mistress Wael
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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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Last week I was thinking only about how to use plastic wrap in the mouth to train new toilet slaves.
How it would be perfect to get used to have my poo in the mouth … but take away the fear.
Can experience everything … and nothing … at the same time.
I could filter pee with no spill.
With no fear and no spill I can make a perfect human toilet.
And then this fucking Covid steal my sessions from me ><
Every day now I have a bigger problem and even bigger problem.
Until today I say to myself enough. I want to feel like a Mistress again.
And I did chat on my phone with many many slaves all day.
But even that make a problem in my mind.
Becasue I feel guilty to be happy when I chat.
Every hour my daughter want to video call me,
“Am I going to die?”
My daughter 14yo ask me that today. What question is that? Or maybe I should say why do I have to answer 1 question serious like that to somebody only 14yo?
“No not going to die don’t think like that”
“But no water mom.”
“Yes I know. I will fix.”
Because start 3 days ago many in Bangkok rush leave the city and go home.
My family home is 42km outside Chiang Rai. In the jungle. Near to the mountain. 3 houses on our dirt street only. We are far like that from the world.
We use well water.
Did you know my name Mistress Wael came from my mom try to give me a English name?
When I was born the property only had a shelter and a well.
And my mom wanted to name me after something on the property. But she hated the Thai name for a well …. Naam Baw. Because it kind of means Sewer Water too. And , well , you don’t really want to go around naming your first daughter “Sewer Water.” Bad days coming in school you know.
So somebody told her the English word for it is Well.
But she had no idea how to spell it.
And so … my name is Wael or Waew or Weaw. Whatever. and so, this site has not one but two Mistresses named after water. Kind of, lol.
The well is dry at my home.
Closest supermarket is 40km away to buy water from.
In March & April the water level is low anyway. But now the 3 house on my street have many people stay there who come home from Bangkok.
And because fear from the virus everybody hoard the water.
Now the well is always empty.
One maybe two pail of water have to be enough for 6 people now. For drinking and for washing clothes too.
So now every day I have to send money for bottle water and gasoline for my dad to ride come back 80km every morning.
I ordered water from the water truck but not sure he will come or not. Because all business is shut down now. After 1 person died in Chiang Rai 2 days ago from the virus they closed everything very fast.
When I talk about Mistress things on sms I have fun.
Love to tease. Today I laugh a lot and share a lot of photos and videos to many of you.
But in my stomach I feel tight. Scared. The most scared I ever feel in my life.
To not think about it I practiced video sessions on my phone.
I feel like a crazy woman alone in my condo talking to my phone all day … trying to tease my Samsung.
Online teasing is “ok.”
I need a man under my ass or under my foot. If I wiggle my toes on my phone it is not the same as wiggle my toes on my slave’s mouth.
If I had Apple phone I could say “Siri do you like my foot in your mouth bitch?”
But I have a quiet Samsung A80 only. Worst phone in the world.
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Covid-19 , if I’m wrong, then this viral spread will appear severe, but in reality will only last a few months , and slowly but surely everything will return to a somewhat normal state at first – and eventually we’ll return to life as we once knew it with nothing much changing.
Fuck.
If I’m right though …. IF I’m right …. then this is a necessary planetary culling , one that will wipe out a significant % of the global population and will cause society to hit a reset button of sorts. But on the other side lays a better humanity. After all, I’m already seeing better behaviour in all sorts of men and women.
Since I have so many thoughts about this, I’m going to present this post in essay topic form so that you can jump to whatever topic interests you the most.
I’m going to begin by talking about the “actions of faith” that the rich part of the world is relying on and how I hope that will be the catalyst to allow this thing to spread like wildfire. Then I’m going to poke fun at the irony of who is best positioned to survive an apocolyptic spread. I’ll follow that up with some trippy existential shit that you may or may not need to be a bit high to equally identify with, and finally for you femdom/bdsm lovers I’m going to finish off of course with some acute observations of how this disruption in our daily lives has already altered human behaviours in regards to relationships.
Okay? You’ve all been to your local cannibis store? Got your supply in front of you? Good, let’s begin.
Actions of Faith
Three months into this Covid-19 spread and two things are crystal clear. Who would have thought that a killer virus striking first at the heart of the China, ye of the biggest population in the world – would have little to no lasting impact due to the form of government control westerner’s despise the most – Socialism. And how ironic that it might be that capitalism and the countries which support such a system will be the harbinger of doom.
China’s the only country that’s flattened the curve.
Mistress Wael is spot on … every single democratic country in the world has a near vertical spread of the virus as of today. Why is that?
Actions of Faith is the answer. USA , Canada, England , whatever – pick your country – they all are depending on their population to act sensibly , follow suggestions and guidelines … in one massive Action of Faith … to save the planet.
China on the other hand put the fate of their nation in mandatory emergency laws immediately enacted – and the police & military to instantly enforce it. Sometimes violently , and surely against the wishes of the populace. If you subscribe to conspiracy theories then they also borrowed a trick from the USA on 9/11 by also SBI’ing a site that ‘happened’ to have Covid patients stored inside.
(SBI = Sudden Building Implosion) … it’s kinda like Spontaneous Human Combustion … except this phenomenon only happens when and where its in the governments best interests to happen.
And if you believe in random Twitter tweets then they also bagged and cremated living contaminated persons , which is one way I suppose to snuff out a culling before it can get started.
Hey, whatever it takes. Drastic times call upon drastic actions , isn’t that the quote? Or is that “with great power comes great responsibility?” I dunno, I get genocide and spiderman all confused in my mind sometimes.
Point is … China got shit done.
The democratic world? Not so much.
Don’t get mad at them , they’re the same folk who voted Trump to be the leader of the free world. Don’t worry, I’ll get to that later on.
In a unique period of time where time cannot be wasted , and each passing day without Chinese like action is a death sentence for not only a nation’s populace but perhaps even the world – putting trust in the masses to act sensibly is such a hillariously ineffective thing to do.
But here’s thing thing I’ve noticed by listening to umpteen podcasts , interviews and news reports this past week … the western world truly believes that Actions of Faith will work, and civil rights must not be stepped on too much.
This is what happens when you take a woman who had to suck no less than 1000 cocks and in her lifetime had to swallow no doubt more than 100 Gallons of cum to become entitled enough that she gets pushed in front of a camera that reports “news” to the dumbest Americans that country has to offer… and she’s allowed to voice her thoughts nationally.
I would love for SouthPark to do an episode where Star Trek’s Scottie beams that chick from her Fox TV studio desk to China’s TV news desk – and let’s see what happens when she tries the same thoughtspeak there. I’ll tell you what’d happen. It’d be like this scene in The Joker but without the screaming from the audience cuz they’d be like “yup that’s what happens when you say shit like that here.”
But Actions of Faith doesn’t just apply to the spring break party crowd , or the one generation older ‘Ya But’ crowd.
(“Ya i’m staying inside, BUT , I just needed to go out and get some smokes, buy a gun, load up on video games for the kids)
Governments are putting faith in their doctors and nurses to maintain their posts on the front lines – they’re our soldiers from World War Two.
I know what you think I’m gonna say .. “imagine soldiers fighting without guns” as a parallel to “medical staff without ventilators and masks.”
Nah, I’ve had conversations with doctor’s and nurses with much more grim stories. Ah you forget, I’m a Mistress to over 100,000 men around the world, most of whom hold very high ranking positions in a variety of fields.
Check out this conversation I’ve been having with an American doctor who is just about ready to put his Plan B into action. He first emailed me asking if us Thai’s are experiencing a run on toilet paper “I find it curious that come the apocolypse, fellow Americans are panicking about ‘how will I wipe my asshole?’ more than they’re concerened about food. Is there a run on toiltet paper over there as well?”
“well, we don’t use toilet toilet paper at all , every toilet has water spray. masks tho … every single person is wearing one , every…single…one (and has been for a month)
the word groupthink comes to mind , Orwell’s 1984. So did you not feel safe at your hospital, is that why you’re moving to a smaller one?”
“It’s a weekend OR shift at a smaller hospital, so I’ll still be doing what I’m doing now, but on the weekends instead. That means a little slower pace and more autonomy at the cost of less available help if shit hits the fan. There are a lot of perks for taking this job: It’s closer to my house and I can take a route that doesn’t have a lot of traffic, there’s no “on call” requirements, so I can sleep all night every night, I get a weekend pay differential that will get me about an extra ten thou a month, and I just prefer working weekends and going out in the middle of the week. Also, my current hospital is a garbage fire, so it’ll be nice to get away from that. It’s a For-Profit hospital and they just make too many cuts to save money. They recently slashed employee benefits and laid off a couple dozen people and then announced shortly after how their stock hit an all time high, so they obviously give no fucks about their employees and are completely tone deaf about it. The new place is Not-For-Profit, so it should be a better work environment since we don’t have to worry about keeping shareholders happy.
Hospital floors in the US are definitely going to be a mess for the rest of the year, though. I read that the average hospital in the US is designed to run at 95% capacity, so if we have hundreds of thousands of coronavirus cases hitting across the country, it’s going to completely overwhelm the system. There are definitely going to be some people who die because there aren’t enough ventilators to go around who would have otherwise been ok. It’ll be a nightmare for floor nurses, but SHOULDN’T impact my OR too much (unless someone stumbles on a surgical cure somehow…heh).
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Fri, Mar 20, 8:12 AM (2 days ago)
to Dr.Nicholas
that’s exactly what the epidimiolgist guy said about Milan ( https://youtu.be/E3URhJx0NSw?t=180 ) , that due to the lack of ventilators , they’re having to choose who lives and who they let die.
But listen to what he said just before that … about nurses and doctors having to work even though they themselves have tested positive … because they’d literally have nobody to work in the hospital if they sent employees home who tested positive.
Do you think something like that would happen in either of your workplaces?
I don’t know about the new place, but I’m 100% sure my current place would force people to work. They already write up employees who call in sick more than 3 times a year and calling in 5 times in one year can be grounds for dismissal. My current employer could be the poster child for “What Is Wrong With Mixing Capitalism And Healthcare.”
Can I ask , what’s your “fuck it, i’m out” point? Do you even have one?
You’re a front line worker, but I’ve always seen you as a ‘fuck it, I’m just a doctor cuz it gives me a nice lifestyle” kind of guy, and not one of the ‘first responder, put my life on the line’ kind of guy.
I’m totally a “fuck it, I’m out” kind of girl. Hope you are too.
If indeed you are a ‘fuck this’ kind of guy, what’s your Plan B ?
Must be so fucking nice to be single at a time like this eh. You can actually put into motion a Plan B without having to discuss it.
It’s spreading to your state. Did you see the numbers rise?
Glad you moved to a smaller hospital. Take care of yourself my slave. If you survive this I’ll tease your balls so much that the explosion will be legendary. Fuck I might even graduate you from toe sucker to thigh licker if you pull through.
I don’t have a hard set “Fuck it, I’m out” point. I think I’ll know it when I see it. I definitely have no plans to struggle to survive, though. I’m not suicidal, but I’m ok with dying. I’ve basically been patiently waiting to die for the last decade or so. I’m perfectly fine with trudging along one day at a time in the OR while everything is on easy mode, but as soon as this shit takes a turn towards Mad Max, I’m going to punch my own ticket. I have a 12 gauge and some buckshot. If this goes apocalyptic, I’ll just swiss cheese my brain stem. I guess that’s my plan B.
Starting Monday, hospitals in the state are shutting down all non-emergency surgeries, which is about 95% of the cases we do. I don’t know if they have plans for the staff elsewhere but from what I hear they’re going to send everyone home to protect profits, just as Covid patients are arriving en-masse.
The whole thing hasn’t really “hit” the state yet. People are still complaining that everything is an overreaction. Most business are closed or have reduced hours, schools and other government buildings are closed, but instead of staying home, everyone here is going to the beach and having parties. No one is learning lessons from China, Italy, California, New York, etc and when it does hit here, I think it’s going to hit hard. Hell, just yesterday with the floor overrun with new Covid patients the hospital bought pizza for the OR staff… I can’t think of a worse food in a pandemic. You have to touch other people’s pizza piece when you get your own and then you eat the whole thing with your hands and instinctively suck the sauce from the fingers afterwards … and these are fellow doctors and nurses on the floor interacting with patients contaminated with the virus.
This hospital has about a week’s left of supplies for all the staff to operate safely. Fuck that. I’ll be fine if I can transition to the other job or if the world goes back to normal after a few months, but anything other than that and I’m probably looking at my plan B.
Survivors of the Apocolypse
Does anyone else find it as ironic as me that the three countries which will best survive the Apocolypse are :
China , with its Communist ideologies and massive populice, who can finally trade in rats for pizza as their new food source as they spread out and assume the unclaimed lands of Italy.
North Korea , they’ll be like the runner up on Survivor, – the girl who did nothing all season but somehow made it to Final Tribal council and got no votes.
Russia , who not only will control all Vodka production, but will bring back the Lada as the car of the new world.
I too might have to swiss cheese my brain stem because I have virtually 0 guys interested femdom & bdsm from those countries. The only thing I know how to say in Russian is Я машина , or , “I am the Machine”
North Korean behaviour , as I understand from the Werner Herzog documentary Into the Inferno , means that if one ever does show up at my front door , the session would play out like a scene from this Bugs Bunny cartoon since they lack the ability to think and speak for themselves:
Chinese slaves , I have a few , but fuck man, it’s like roasting one inch frankfurters on a BBQ with hair tweezers. That’s what I have to look forward to ? On second thought … exit , stage left.
Trippy Existential Shit
Inhale. … yes including you Mr.Clinton.
Ok, read.
One of my favourite stories from World of Warcraft is the Culling of Stratholme because of just how macabre, but necessary it was in my opinion. I sided with Arthus on this issue.
What if, we just replaced a few words here and there in WoW’s wiki on Stratholme …
“The Culling of Stratholme[2] is the first major event of the Third War, signalling the first act in Arthas Menethil’s descent into madness and evil, the suspending of the Knights of the Silver Hand from service and the destruction of the second most important city of the kingdom of Lordaeron.”
becomes …
The Culling of the Planet Earth is the first major event after the Second War signalling the first act in Donald Trump’s descent into madness and evil, the suspending of the antiquated forms of Government from service and the destruction of the second most important continent of the kingdom of Earth. (Cuz let’s face it, Europe’s #1 … we need Germans to survive this for their engineering and efficiency , and Italy for their delicious food.)
What if this is a reset button for society?
I absolutely love that there is this invisible enemy that at some point in the next 30 days will have forced ALL of mankind back into their caves, their huts, their homes to “Shelter in Place” … which is a human made phrase that George Carlin would have loved to have made fun of. Let’s call it what it is shall we? “Hide in Fear”
In the 18 months while we all have to hide in fear , there will be a whole year and a half for animals to multiply without being hunted. Which means the deer population will spread out of control. If you’ve listened to any virus expert … ie: people WAYYYYYYY smarter than you or me , then you know of the next world virus they’re concerned about named CWD – Chronic Wasting Disease.
Where is this virus originating? USA of course.
What country is most ill prepared to handle Covid-19 ? USA of course.
Now it hasn’t happened yet – that this virus can spread to humans, but it can’t be ruled out that it might.
The virus eats at the deer’s brain , causing it to slowly lose its ability to function, like this deer’s ability to walk normally …
Thing is, the disease has a rabies componant to it … see that deer frothing white foam at the mouth?
The deer become agressive , and unnaturally run at other animals and humans in a mad attempt to bite them and spread the virus.
Once that disease hosts itself successfully in a human like Covid-19 can , then we have human’s acting like the fast zombies in the movie 28 Days Later biting one another.
Woooo Hooooo , fun eh?
So I got to thinking that with Covid-19 and maybe soon CWD , what if this is like the big red button in Mimiron’s room, a boss in World of Warcraft.
Except it’s not me or you choosing to touch it or not. But rather it’s “God” , or “Mother Nature” or “the entity of the Universe” saying ‘ok you had your chance, you fucked up, time to do a culling on human life so that you can reset yourself.”
Why not?
We have this antiquated government system promoted by the ‘free world’ where we all collectively vote for one magical person to guide not a village of people as the idea started from , but instead lead hundreds of millions of people.
But instead of choosing from not a selected pool of great minds to lead us … let’s choose the biggest idiot we can find, a man of the rednecks , Donald Trump.
And , around him , let’s devise a system like my doctor friend mentioned above where citizens are lied to and told that health care must be paid for instead of being free , and let’s make those hospitals publically traded companies.
Put those hospitals fate in the hands of the stock market people … cocaine snorting , uneducated salesman who get hired to push stock sales because they claim they have a ‘system’ to predict the anarchy of stock fluctuations.
Oh and hey, let’s keep 1/2 the world living paycheque to paycheque , and a good 10% in absolute poverty so that when a virus hits and people have to “Hide in Fear” for 3 months, the world either dies all at once or spirals into another great depression.
And how about human behaviour? The micro of which i’ll get to in a moment, but how about the macro?
You know, the reactions to this Covid-19 thing on Twitter have been nothing short of astounding. Have you been paying attention to the reaction shifts?
First, about a month ago when it began in Wuhan the denziens of Twitter began phase 1 … Tweeting about news about Covid-19 to show they’re “in the know” , just before returning to their Candy Crush Suga’ game on the commute into work.
Then phase 2 of Twitter’s reaction was the “This is me reacting to news of peeps dyin’ in Italy y’all” followed by a meme or a selfie with a shocked look on the face … tweeted just before they went back to liking somebody’s food choice for lunch on Facebook.
Then began phase 3 , millions of people tweeting out the year’s new catchy phrase “Weapon’s of Mass Destruction” … err, oops, I mean #flattenthecurve y’all. “We gots to flatten this shit bitches” … tweeted out before returning to another 20 rounds of Call of Duty.
Sometime in the last 7 days saw the most dramatic change I’ve ever seen on Twitter.
People put down their phones for the first time in years , and actually began to discover a lost sense of “community”, something that my parents and your parents have learned and supported through many disasters in their lifetimes.
Stories and tweets about “who needs help?” , “how I’m helping do my part to save the world” , and vidoes of people knocking on old people’s doors and offering to go on a food run for them began appearing all of a sudden.
The Italians, and The French , and the Chinese all uniting to sing from the balconies in solidarity , and cheering health workers of their country as recognition that they are our modern day infantry. All being tweeted while … helping others.
Maybe they’re all realizing that this could very well be a global reset button … if it continues to spread like wildfire over the next 30 days , and reaches a point where it’s uncontrollable.
What I’m saying is, maybe there is hope for humanity.
But to get there and realize that hope, maybe a few hundred million need to die first. Maybe me included.
It was interesting to me that up until a week ago the “brains of the UK” (yes the same ones who pushed hard for “Brexit – the playful fun name that’s been given to a disaster ) , came up with the novel idea of letting their citizens willingly die as their method of dealing with Covid-19.
Mind you, their intial idea was begat from the core idea of preserving the value of the world’s strongest currency by keeping absolutely everything in England operating as normal.
But the idea of just letting Covid-19 infect the entire populace of the UK , and letting a pre-determined % die off , while quickly having the survivors be immune to Covid-19 , at a rate far ahead of the rest of the world’s immunability … was ballsy if not brilliant.
Of course the British public figured out the plan rather quickly and voted a strong NO to UKExit.
Damn. (sorry Rob)
How the fuck am I going to have a chance to see half the world die if people keep trying to live ???? I need human stupidity to prevail. Oh, thank you India , that 14 hour country-wide lockdown is exactly what we need to accelerate this Covid-19 spread.
Covid-19 and Femdom | Altering Human Behaviour
As you know, I lead quite the solitary life. It comes with the job , anonymity I’ve found is my greatest friend when it comes to helping me become a renowned Mistress.
I was born three months pre-mature as most of you know , and having survived I’ve been tagged with a -3 to immune system with regards to dust allergies.
Therefore, I might be wrong in my own self-assessment, but I think I’d be one of the one’s who would deteriorate quickly and die horribly if I caught the Covid-19 virus.
So for a month now, I’ve locked myself inside my condo here all alone. I’ve left twice , both times with gloves scarf and mask to look for a new place to move to as my lease expires here on March 31st.
Other than that , I’ve been writing, watching Netflix , and finding things to do to occupy my time.
When this Covid-19 threat first started whipping people into a panic , one of my favourite hobbies of fucking with men’s minds on Tinder dating app disappeared as all communication came to a surprising instantaneous halt.
Us young people don’t date like our older generations did.
We swipe , looking for a visually stimulating hot looking guy in my case – girl in your case. We chat a couple of times and agree to hook up for a meeting. At said meeting , usually over coffee , we both are making moment by moment judgements as to whether or not there’s gonna be any action happening later on … be it in the simple form of a kiss goodbye, or full on fucking under the covers later that night.
Guys aren’t stupid. I don’t know why we think they are when it comes to dating.
When such face-to-face dates aren’t going well, I have no qualms at all about smiling and saying nicely that there’s nothing going on at all chemistry wise , and excusing myself from the coffee shop right there and then. Which is a good thing for the guy anyways as none of them are ever going to fuck me , my intention is to simply give them the illusion they can and will , only to monitor their individual reactions.
Other girls though , they have ghosting techniques that are so predictable by men.
10 minutes into the date they’ll get a “surprise” call from “cousin Ashley” , who has called to “shockingly report” that grandma had a plane engine fall through her house from the sky and killed her instantly. Thus, the girl absolutely must regrettably excuse herself from the date … and once outside the restaurant immediately block all Facebook, Line, WhatsApp, and Instagram contacts with the dude. ie: Ghosting.
As if guys didn’t know, right?
Well, starting about a week ago, Tinder responses started happening again. That’s right – as more and more of the world’s population has been forced into their huts ‘n homes , Tinder dating has popped back to life !
By way of … virtual first dates.
I had 3 of these video chat first dates just this week. And let me tell you this … there have been some very noticeable changes in human behaviour , thanks to this Covid-19 crisis. I can’t help but wonder if these changes are temporary or permanent?
Change #1 – Nakedness
I’ve done all 3 first dates wearing an unwashed t-shirt , a bit of makeup but not much , my unwashed hair ponytailed back , and absolutely nothing but my bare legs and pussy coiled up on the sofa down below.
All 3 guys I’ve dated have had unkempt hair, and a shirt ‘n tie on.
So I asked all 3 guys to stand up and back off in front of the camera so I could see a whole body shot. All 3 initially refused.
Know why? Cuz they’re naked too !!! Well almost, it seems guys love to wear boxer shorts or tight ball hugging undies while locked up at home.
It’s a great laugh , so my recommendation to you guys is to call your first dates out on the same thing and see how our gender reacts. It’s a great ice-breaker !! And you’ll come off as saavy ‘n smart to boot.
Change #2 – Ghosted, really?
Truly , there must be nothing more humiliating as a man than at a time in the world where your video date is locked inside her house with nothing else to do thanks to Covid-19 – that she’d rather ghost you and be alone than talk to another human being.
Worse than that, there’s now no surprise phone call from a friend and the announcement of another dead grandma trajedy. Nope, now it’s just “insta-black” on the guy’s screen followed by “loss of connection” message.
On redial, the girl’s ghosted you , blocked you.
Hasn’t happened to me yet , but remember it’s always the guys chasing the girls’ approval , and never the other way around, even in these new Covid-19 times we’re living in.
This is the ultimate femdom humiliation for a man isn’t it?
That’s why I think this Online Femdom Session idea that Mistress Wael is promoting is so tenuous for you guys … to be ghosted by a Mistress, of whom there are so few in the world, that must be worth an orgasm or two before the crying sets in, amiright?
Change #3 – The Real Me
I know, or at least I think I know, just about every single line, move and social gimmick that guys use on a Tinder date. I have to keep dating guys on Tinder as research because a first Tinder date is in no way at all close to a first BDSM / Femdom session meeting.
I use Tinder to keep myself grounded on what’s really going on out there in the world. If I relied solely on Mistress – Slave interactions as my guideposts to life, I’d be lost.
Guys are wholly predictable.
I have a few rules to deal with them , like, I never answer a question. I answer a question with a question of my own, it allows me to maintain the power in a conversation. It’s a tip I got from a CIA interrogator 5 years ago , right before I whipped his ass for an hour and got him to say Thank You Mommy over a hundred times.
Until this week I could honestly say , especially after my latest 100 Tinder dates experiment , that I knew pretty much what each guy was going to say and do 5 minutes into the date. Without fail. Maybe the occasional exception , but even the one’s who surprised me would regress to the mean eventually.
Until this week.
Tinder first dates on video have baffled me. At first I thought it’s because of me, that I’m relying on my English so much to make an impression … not my strongest gun in my arse(enal).
It wasn’t until half way through the 3rd video date that I caught on to what was happpening.
Guys were being themselves.
They were being that guy who’s invited friends over for Sunday afternoon football and shooting the shit over a few beers. The guy who watches a basketball game in his undies , itches his crotch , and takes a whiff to judge the smell. The guy who wipes his armpits with his hands and dries them on his jeans. The guy who when alone picks his nose and flicks it across the room towards the laundry basket. The guy who leans over and rips a window shattering fart and sniffs the air a moment later to see if it reeks or not.
That guy.
Why? Why are these guys talking to me like I’m Joe , their best friend from grade 2 who’s been with them through thick and thin until I was best man at his wedding? Or best girl as it were.
Seriously, I caught the 2nd guy smelling his balls on camera after wiping them. He did it without even noticing. Never once has a guy done that while out on a real world date with me. Fuck , I don’t even know if I’d ghost a guy who did that, I’d probably commend him for acting so naturally.
I closed my laptop yesterday and pondered this new phenomenon over a box of fettucine alfredo that I had just ordered.
Then it hit me an hour later.
He knows!!!!
He knows he’s got nothing to lose.
There’s no action to be playing for , or fearful of. No goodbye kiss , no pussy to eat or fuck later on at night , nothing. No chips are in on the poker table for him , he’s just leanin’ back , looking at his dealt hand , sniffin’ his balls, and sayin’ “ah what the hell.”
With that , there is nothing to lose. Guys are finally being guys. Especially when I go into Mistress mode and order them to stand up and show me their boxers on camera.
All 3 laughed , one even jumped and slammed his foot yelling “fuck how do you know, how did you know? ” and immediately ripped off his tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt.
I told him “go put on a tshirt and be you dude, I’ll wait”
“Fuck ya, hold on” he cheered back.
The third guy , when I called him on wiping his groing and sniffing his finger simply said “fuck, did I just do that? Did you see that?”
“Fuck ya” I said, “what’s the defcon rating?” I asked,
“Defcon rating … as in , how many more days can you wear those undies before definitely having to wash them”
“Oh fuck ” he laughed , “these have at least two or three more days in them.”
“Right on” I said, “mine are well into day 4, I’ll show you the smear on mine if you show me the smear on yours.”
“Hahaha” he burst out laughing , “you’re fucking cool you know that?”
“So are you” I smiled.
Know what? I kind of like these new Covid-19 guys , I hope the change is permanent in all you guys.
So stay safe ok , if Covid and the zombie deers that are coming after don’t kill us, we’re all gonna have some fun shit to talk about 🙂
xx
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Slowly they’d make their way across the warm linoleum cream coloured floor towards me , hardly ever making eye contact.
