Since my blog is a conduit into the thoughts of your Mistress , I thought that in lieu of an official story you’d enjoy a peak into some of my email correspondance , as the first thoughts which pass through my mind after reading a fresh session request are some of the purest. So how do I actually follow through on emails? Perhaps we’ll start there. I read it , usually while sipping on “morning” coffee which for me remember is mid afternoon right after I’ve woken up. Usually my legs are propped up on my bed under a pillow while my weary arm is draped over the headboard and i’m grabbbing the first sip of my Nescafe instant roasted …
“With all due respect , you shouldn’t call this a Dirty Panty Session.” “What should I call it then” I asked. “You should call it a Filthy Panty Session , Mistress Wael.” It’s not a 5 minute part of the session ok. Not even 10 or 15 minutes. I sit like that until I have a very large fart to feed you. You should feel lucky then. I take the filthy panties out from your mouth. And you can breathe normal too … are you not happy? I can’t do math very well. I cannot do science very well. I was good at nothing in school. Only volleyball maybe. But one thing I …
Ladyboy ‘s and SpitRoasting , it’s like Peanut Butter and Jam , they’re meant for one another. Just like that juicy mouthwatering pb&j sandwich though , it’s “that” much better tasting when there’s an extra slice added to the sandwich. So just as I’m doing again tonight by inviting Mistress Wael to help out with my spitroasting session , I asked if she could help out for the first session on my first day back from Europe a few days ago. Like waking up in the hospital after being knocked out for an operation and you need an extra pair of hands to help balance as the wooziness wears off – so it is with me on my first …
Forced Bi , when neither forced , nor bi – but ‘accidental” is so incredibly hot that one might say it’s unparalleled. Like a pair of bookends , my last session prior to my European vacation and my first session back , have both involved my newest Ladyboy interests … and a bit of trickery. The trickery part of things … I’m not that proud of , gotta admit, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do – to get your fantasies properly played out as to your expectations. So we’re first going to address the last session I did before my month in Italy which , when I read the email detailing the session request back in …
Public Humiliation @ The Mall , Athens Greece I saw her first. Tall , volumptuous with long silky brown hair that was draped over her slighly shorter boyfriends head as she leaned her cheek against his coming up on the escalator. Her low cut yellow halter top was simple enough , but it was greatly accentuated by her small but perfectly rounded breasts – and her magnetic protruding pink nipple which stretched the malleable fabric – just so. I’m a great admirer of beauty , female or otherwise. I reckon that I compare favourably to her , save my height disadvantage. That I’m not tall is my greatest regret. Her boyfreind was cute too , I’d do him in …
I was told not to write a Buffalo story. A story about a hard life. Because all life in my country is hard. And you are used to this kind of story. But I am proud of my story. I don’t like it very much but I am proud of what I have done even if I don’t know how I did it all by myself so far. My Buffalo story is my sister. My love of my life. Born with Down Syndrome and in so much pain every day since we were young. My Buffalo story is also my dad. Who hits my mom. Wants everybody to fear him. But really is just because living …
It was a rainy Sunday morning if I recall correctly , I was nine years old at the time, and there I was huddled up with a blanket in the left corner of my small shoebox sized bedroom to get away from the water leaking in from the roof as it always did every rainstorm. Dad was downstairs already yelling and screaming at my mom for one of the last times before he took off forever while outside of my tiny window sounds of my idiot neighbour slurring his drunken words were being drowned out by the 8am droning of the neighbourhood military like speakers strung high a top the telephone poles reminding us to ’embrace the poverty and find …
FaceSitting – guys love it. So my job is of course … to make sure you don’t love it so much. But how? Sure I can sit extra hard on your face so you feel like my pussy will crush you. But then I get fake struggle from you… and I do my fake laugh … and we pretend it is something you don’t like. Slowly. Gently. This is how a man’s will is taken. #facesitting Mistress Wael pic.twitter.com/Mlx9bMz57w — ThaiGoddessJaa (@FemDom_Bangkok) July 31, 2019 I could sit on you over a minute to make you pass out. Is that fun for you though? Maybe for some. However for most? No. I love zombie movies. Have …
We changed the Twitter URL slightly. It used to be named Femdom_Khaleesa It now reads Femdom_Bangkok and therefore if you had it bookmarked you’ll need to update your bookmark address. Obviously Femdom Bankok is for page ranking on Google as our Twitter is now getting quite popular. Secondly, it expunges the Khaleesa name , adding more clarity to who we are and what we represent. To fall for such a little thing … a bite of an apple 🙁 #toilettraining , #toiletslave , #scatslave , #femdom , #bdsm , #mistress , #domina , #dominatriix Mistress Wael pic.twitter.com/oXGS1g9Ydw — ThaiGoddessJaa (@FemDom_Bangkok) July 27, 2019 I’ve talked about the name change at length before , but here’s a …
Toilet Slave Training !! My beginner toilet slave (s) love me because I was a Chef before I was a Mistress. So I know a little bit more than other Mistresses when it comes to feeding people 🙂 Mind you … the food I serve for myself is very different than the food I serve you. I cook almost every day to remind me of my love for food. Did you know that I almost never eat Thai food? I’m hooked on foreign food. At the hotel I used to work at I was first in charge of making Chinese soup which I still make every Monday if I’m not busy. But more than my love for Chinese …
