Huddled together , furtive and vulnerable , like a rat in a maze. From the furthest corner of the lifeless room , I take count of the brainless denziens which surround me. Careful never to make eye contact I shrivel myself into nothingness and pleasently seem to make myself disappear. Yet my ears exist and there is no escape from the meaningless ramblings of the crazed prophet whose hideous voice is amplified a million fold by the dildo-ous looking microphone gripped in his hand. His singular purpose , to rob these swine of their will so that they will grow ever more ignorant , if such a thing were possible. An inner voice laughs manaically to myself. For while their …
“It’s just embarrassing, that’s what it is. I mean, there’s no way a girl should even consider telling me what to do and there’s actaally no way I’d obey. So listen, I’ll be here when you’re ready to date a real guy, but first … you’ll have to stop being a girl like that.” This, written to me by an ESL teacher who’s chances with me were fading quicker than LeBron James’ hairline having being rebuked in twenty two consecutive emails , is a microcosm of the attitudes pervasive throughout most men looking to date in this city. That he went on to call me a prostitute one sentence later and then ended that email by verbally “leaving the door …
Another jiu jitsu triangle. My face is almost inside her pussy and worse … she is pushing my head harder into her sweaty shorts and I know it is over. I have to tap out. So I do. Loss #5000 in a row. “Again” my coach says with everybody watching me. I slap Rita’s hand and start to dream again just before we fight. This time I am thinking about her name … Rita … so close to our ladyboay Arita’s name … and I think wow I wish I could fight Arita instead. Then I start to think about the session last night with Arita and Mark and me and how Mark shouted out in the middle “oh my …
I want to pleasure you. I want to make you cum. I want to show you how good I am at worshipping you with my tongue. I I I I You see the common denominator here? Those are three copy and paste remarks from my emails to here in this story … and I’ve done so to make a point. That point being … the space between how most men percieve a sexual act and I how I percieve it are so far apart they might as well exist in separate parallel universes. To perhaps give you a better perspective on the subject let me pose this question to you : Does a gynecologist go home and dream about eating …
“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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
Started my blog with that quote because I’m listening to Brian Adams sing. I love old music. This is my playlist that I listen to every day down below. If you have a song similar that you think I didn’t hear yet please email it to me. I love to add more old soft music. Especially with guitar. I used to play guitar when I was young. As you get to know me you will find that another of my favourite FemDom fetishes is Bondage. And collaring. There is nothing more fun than collaring a man and walking him from a leash when I drag him shopping. “But Mistress … that is humiliation.” For you , not …
