“Heh, ‘How to book me for Femdom Sessions’ is a bit of a cheeky blog title, isn’t it? Considering that in 2024, I can confidently say I was the hardest Mistress to book on the planet—and most of you have no idea why. Well, that’s about to change. In this post, I’ll reveal exactly how you can secure a session with me in 2025, and I’ll pull back the curtain on what made booking me this year such a rare accomplishment. By the end, you’ll be sipping your coffee, nodding, and murmuring, “Ahhh, now I see why.”
I’m Almost Exclusively Doing Sessions in Chiang Rai in 2025 – Here’s Why …
For the past decade—and truly, if we trace it all the way back to the day the original Mistress Jaa transitioned to Blogger and later brought her empire to jaa4u.com some 14 years ago—we never asked for deposits for our sessions. Why would we? With a 99% show-up rate, it seemed unnecessary. After all, who wouldn’t leap at the chance to kneel before THE most captivating Mistresses Asia has ever seen—the original Jaa and her successor? Location played its part too; all of us being based in Bangkok made it easier for clients to commit without hesitation.
But 2024 flipped the script. When the newest iteration of Mistress Jaa abruptly quit—leaving me to step into the role of Head Mistress long before I was ready—it set off a cascade of chaos. The pressure cracked me open, leading to a mental breakdown and an eventual journey back to my roots to build a home here in Chiang Rai. If you’re up for an epic binge, you can scroll endlessly through my Loyalfans and FanVue blogs starting from September 2023, where I laid it all bare. Trust me, you’ll need plenty of popcorn—this saga is juicier than anything Hollywood could dream up.
I had the hardest time trying to figure out how to even ask for a deposit for a session when I first needed a cluster of sessions tightly wrapped around a handful of days in Bangkok. It didn’t make good business sense to ask for a deposit that I might have to refund if I couldn’t find other sessions around the same date which would make the flight and hotel expense worth my while.
So, fuck it.
I’m happy here in Chiang Rai, or more precisely – 40km outside of the city in the middle of the forest, surrounded by pineapple fields growing on the sides of what we call mountains up here. I have my little fledgling bakery business and my tiny perfume & cologne business that keeps me entertained.
Therefore, just as Emperor Palpatine once told Darth Vader to wait on the moon of Endor for Luke to seek him out – I will wait here for my slaves to seek me out. I have foreseen it!
He’s Mostly Dead
In Chiang Rai, for those who wish to make the long journey to the outer rim, I’ll be doing Tease & Denial, FaceSitting, Femdom and LIGHT bdsm.
I’ve changed the form where you book your sessions to reflect this with 1 hour being 7k baht and two hours 14k.
Wherever you decide to stay during your visit, that’s where we’ll do the sessions for the time being UNLESS there happens to be such a constant demand that it’d make sense to rent a private house in the city somewhere.
Whether that happens or not, is of no interest to me. I know for certain that the list of those loyal to me over the past ten years will make the jump to light speed, probably no more than a handful per month and that’s fine with me.
But let’s address the elephant in the room, shall we?
Since I’ve become quite famous for my extreme human toilet slavery sessions, two types of emails constantly flood my gmail inbox and these two issues need to be addressed.
I’ve dedicated an entire chapter in my forthcoming book to these topics, so I’ll do my best to give you the tl:dr (too long, didn’t read) version.
99% of the submissive men who email me now are terrified of me!
Why?
Because a great many of you seem to think that I’ve been killing my slaves by force feeding them my poop. And while that may be true, to some extent – what you fail to understand is that my slaves are only MOSTLY DEAD, there’s a big difference between mostly dead and all dead (in quoting the movie, Billy Crystal then says “please, open his mouth” – but given that I’ve been pooping in mouths for a living this year, I’m omitting that line). Now, mostly dead is slightly alive …”
Now. Read my lips “no more taxes” … no wait, that was George H.W Bush.
Little joke there for ya.
Heh. Heh.
Heh. Heh.
No, what I meant to say was “read my lips … I’m a sweet Mistress!”
That Wael that you say you “used to know” , the sweet but devilish girl who would tie you to the bed and smile at you menacingly while I teased you endlessly … that’s still me!
The best way to describe the difference between who I am and who I have to be to please clients can be summed up perfectly in the “I’ve seen The Exorcist 167 times and it keeps getting funnier every time I see it” scene from BeetleJuice:
“Well, I’ve reigned over kingdoms of submission, I’m a graduate of the School of Breaking Minds and Bending Wills, I’ve traveled through the darkest corners of desire and returned with a crown. I’ve orchestrated the downfall of egos that thought they were unbreakable, and I’ve had an absolutely spectacular time doing it. I’ve written and read How to Be a Goddess Among Mortals about 167 times, and let me tell you—I could rewrite it in my sleep. Oh, and let’s not forget—you’re talking to a Goddess. So, what do you think? You think I’m qualified?
Client: “What I mean is, can you be extreme?”
To which, since I can’t exactly sprout Medusa snakes from my head, I’ve had to dream up the most outrageously extreme ideas imaginable—and not just dream them but find ways to bring them to life. We’re talking about pushing boundaries in ways most people couldn’t even dare to fantasize about. And if they ‘hire’ me—though let’s be honest, no one really hires a Mistress like me any more than they’d hire Beetlejuice—they’ll find out firsthand what it means to have their limits rewritten entirely.
See, everybody likes Michael Keaton’s Beetlejuice because he gave the character a very likeable personality, and while Beetlejuice is humorous, I’m just a nice person. He’s being hired to terrify people living in Adam and Barbara’s house – and I’m being hired to terrify people in a different way.
But that’s not what I truly want to do.
My idea of a perfect week is to make my delicious cakes, see people sell them, write some stories and tease a guy to the limit of his tolerance for being teased every so often.
And if it so happens that I need a sudden huge influx of money, I’ll do the other thing I’m famous for.
What I need you to know is that if you’re tied to the bed and I reverse face sit you … it’s to combo facesitting with breath control and cock teasing … NOT to feed you an impromptu meal from my ass.
Finally, for the record, can we put to bed the question that leads off almost every email these days – did July’s toilet slave actually die from eating nothing but my poop for 18 of the 30 days he survived doing it?
No.
It turned out he was mostly dead.
Forms? We Don’t Need no Stinking Forms!
Or do we?
I don’t think I’m going to sign off each blog with the Book a Session form at the bottom of the page from now on. Here’s why.
I’ve been getting a lot of very long emails – the kind I truly enjoy reading – in the posts where I’ve just jotted my name and email address at the bottom of the page.
I find that once people see a box around the space for the reply on the form, they fail to fully express themselves.
Ten years of experience is telling me that if you truly want to write me asking for a session, you will, with or without a huge box on the blog page saying, “Apply Here!”
So if you’re interested, got a pen?
“Bud Fox, I look at a hundred deals a day, I choose one.”
Gordon Gecko, Wall Street
“Slave, I look at a hundred emails a month, I choose one. Maybe two.”
Mistress Wael, Chiang Rai