est you think all my sessions are flawlessly great I’m gonna tell you straight up about a session I had last night that didn’t end well. I’m writing it so you will get a better idea of what my expectations were of him and what my reaction might be when someone falls miserably short of following through what they said they would do. Again, to go over the math of why the onus is upon you to please me initially, if we consider that a month has 30 days on average and that I’m gonna take a day off a week that leaves 25 working days each month where I can book a maximum of 2 sessions a day. That’s 50 sessions a month …
y knee touched his, as soft and silent as memory. An accidental touch maybe? After all, I was only leaning over him looking at some photos I had let him take of me with his digital camera to begin our session “Oh I like that one I said”, gesturing to the small photo on his camera screen, “show me the others” I urged him and as he began to flip through the others my hand rested just on the back of his left shoulder that I was peering over. Feigning interest in the images I bent over so we were cheek to cheek allowing the sharp scent of my Fame perfume to linger up to his nose. Yes, his face was …
Handling a submissive man should come naturally, as in it’s not something I think about doing , rather it’s just something I do when the time and place is right and I don’t give it much thought. The man is simply required to do as I ask, when I ask, without question. There’s really little regard for the slave’s wishes, desires or reservations … he simply ‘does’. The thrill of it for the slave is that the “doing” may be called upon by me at any time or any place. In fact, we could be out for hours and acting in a very normal manner, the way most dates in the world go about happening. Then after a bit of …
“You have a unique smell to you Mistress” he said as he cleared his throat, his voice as scratchy as a pair of wool socks. I wanted to heave my plastic bottle of green tea at his head for saying that but instead I just glared until he took the hint. “I only meant having seen you this many times that even as a blind man I could know if you had walked into a room just by your Mistress smell” he continued all the while looking at me with a daring eye. “So I have a Mistress smell , do we all have such a smell that attracts submissive men like I am to a man as catnip is to …
“I want to eat your shit Mistress” To which I say, “I really don’t care what you want” and if you cannot understand the esoteric subtleties of why that is perhaps you belong where you are , curled up on your bed with one hand on your dick and your other hand on your mouse clicking from one Brazilian scat porn clip to another. Being under my ass is a privilege not a right, one that is earned slowly over time and is granted to you only after I have made you become so far in love with me that you have proven to do anything that I ask of you except the greatest show of devotion. We may be …
What if, in your Tease & Denial session, we took the onus of controlling your ejaculation out of my hands and put it instead into yours? Mistress Wael’s Tease & Denial game “20” is going to train you to have such lasting power that the next time you bang your wife or girlfriend she’s gonna feel hotter than a freshly fucked fox in a forest. I’ve adopted the game into some of my Tease & Denial sessions, but credit has to go to her for not just playing the game but perfecting it to the point where guys routinely scream or cry and ladders are needed to get the cum off the ceiling. Now the screaming, that comes from the orgasm part …
As I write this, there is a guy getting more psychological domination than he bargained for, and it’s because he knowingly was in on a scheme to trick me. He … well he is getting exactly what he asked for : I prefer more of a humiliation and psychological domination , embarrassment, etc. And she, his Hong Kong mistress is gonna get a taste of her own blackmail so i’m gonna let the psychological domination that he so desperately wanted continue on for a few more hours, and he can buy a new ticket and fly home whenever we decide to release him. A bit too extreme? Ya maybe, but i have one hell of an imagination and when it’s unleashed on someone who betrayed my …
The rape session began in the hotel lobby which was loud with a drunken group of Japanese tourists waiting at the lift before me. Too many, too dangerous I thought and then laughed at the irony that the two of us were pretending to be just as dangerous as them. Junior Mistress Wael had silently said as much walking far behind me to avoid them. I had counted 10 of them staggering into the lift and holding the door open for me as if to politely invite me to get raped willingly. We instead waited for the next elevator which arrived and spilled out 5 more Japanese guys making me think that somehow the taxi had dropped me off in little …
Just because I love the lighter, sexier, seductive side of BDSM doesn’t mean that I’m soft and gentle to the point where I can not be mean. I can, it’s just that I prefer to make a man submit by torturing his mind rather than his body. Some times though guys just do or say something that wakes up the Pasaya side of me and when they do, look out. In this last case it was the safe word Roma that got me snarling right from the first email … u can fuck me with a dick big like mine , but after if i resist you can go bigger , I will have the password “roma” just in case …
I saw on Twitter the other day a slave crying out “does real Blackmail even exist, i’m so frustrated.” It exists, but it’s kinda like wishing for an Ouija board to work, you’ll wish the hell it didn’t the moment it does. Just like we’d prefer to watch an exorcism being done rather than having an exorcism necessarily done on us we’re left with the Blackmail of the fake kind in the realm of BDSM fantasies. Or are we? Maybe the question is … Which Blackmail is worse, real or fake? I’m dabbling a bit in both right now and i wanted to discuss the difference from the point of view of the person doing the blackmailing. The …
