Just a few more steps and he had made it. Beads of sweat stood on his forehead and ran down his back. Breathing heavily, he used the support of the railing and pulled himself upwards. He ignored the slight dizziness. How embarrassing would that be, to serve all the prejudices when he finally stood in front of her? No, that's not why he went to all this trouble, to conform to common clichés! Not by any stretch of the imagination! Why did she have to live on the top floor? And without a lift in the summer. What had he gotten himself into again! But damn it, she was worth every effort...
He was driven by his lust, which he could hardly live out. On the one hand, he found it extremely difficult to find suitable sexual partners, and on the other hand, he began to experience increasing health problems. Above all, his rising blood pressure and his worsening diabetes were causing him problems in everyday life. It was not only about his rare free time. Difficulties were also looming in his professional life, because people like him rarely ranked high on the lists of desirables, in his experience. They were simply not on these lists. "187 kilograms just takes up space," he thought cynically.
Max was a chiropodist. Actually, his profession was called registered podiatrist, but he felt pompous introducing himself like that. The incredulous look in people's eyes, however, remained the same. He could vividly imagine what was going through their minds. "That fat guy wants to treat feet? He'll never get up once he kneels! If he doesn't roll right off." Oh yes, all the prejudices against fatties, she sadly recognised too well - fatties sweat all the time, fatties stink, fatties eat all day, fatties are lazy, fatties are stupid, fatties can't control themselves. All the unpleasant comments he had been subjected to in his life were something he tried hard not to recall. Those unpleasant encounters with some of his fellow human beings, who towered over him, hurt too much.
Yes, they were partly right too. He sweated quickly and needed to use an effective deodorant. He also liked to eat and had little self-control over it. But that could just as easily apply to a slim person. Looking back over his past week at work, he had barely had time to breathe. Stress was damaging him and carried a health risk, he was well aware of that. His blood pressure rose as a result and his sugar levels exploded. This was also the cause of his dizziness, which overcame him in the most unfavourable situations. Then he fulfilled all the clichés of the complacent, when at these moments he leaned against a wall gasping for breath or clung to a saving railing. But nothing was worse than falling. It was not the injuries he feared, but the worst case scenario of not being able to get up on his own.
BDSM Love between Dom and Sub
Meanwhile, Max withdrew from public life because of this. He had almost developed a social phobia and had considered going to a psychiatrist for treatment. But he was not fooling himself in this respect. The medical profession and professionals had also pigeonholed him. All his ailments were blamed on his being fat. And this fatness was a synonym for his personal failure. He read nothing else in people's eyes. Nothing but accusations and blame! Well, failures were not the most popular contemporaries. Nobody wanted to have anything to do with them. Even his customers met him with a doubtful expression in their eyes when they saw him for the first time. Having to prove himself was something he was good at. It became his damned task in life, imposed by his corpulence. Damn, he was so tired of fighting and convincing! So tired.
One of the things that weighed Max down the most was his non-existent sex life. He was a BDSMler and loved to tie up and be tied up. Pleasure pain also stimulated him beyond measure, as a sadist and masochist. Both a dominant and submissive nature resided in his chest. Both were there. Sometimes his controlling side struck and then again his submissive. Grovelling in front of an esteemed mistress, licking her over-the-knee patent boots with his tongue and being penetrated with the 22-centimetre heel made Max just as hard as taking a beloved sub to her lustful limits by stretching all her holes to the limit. Both sides of this meaningful coin were familiar to him, so he felt confident and secure walking in the exciting worlds. At least initially, twenty years ago, in his mid-twenties, when he weighed 80 kilograms less. Max is a big man and at that time was involved in endurance sports, including clubbing. Winning competitions brought him great satisfaction and exhilarating feelings. Self-confident, he presented his mind and body, showing off his mental strength as well as his physical strength to his sexual partners and all those involved. He wanted to be seen and liked to see. A captivating spiral of intense emotions that seemed to addict him and made him crave even more recognition and validation. Smiling wistfully, Max thought of an event where one of his subs was paraded and he performed a gynaecological treatment on her. Her ecstatic cries of pleasure still echo in his ears.
Such a scene would be unthinkable to him by now. Since his herniated disc, he could no longer do any sport, and he compensated for the lack of sex with food intake. A well-filled belly gave him a pleasant feeling. Similar to the one he once felt, in the bath of the crowd and in the appreciation of his partner. His doctors tried to find out the causes of his emotional eating and applied their therapeutic approaches to it. But at the bottom of his heart, he simply lacked a proper session, no matter what the constellation. Max wanted to give rope and be enclosed and carried by it, even with his excess weight. He wanted to feel the rough material through the glide of his hands and thus mark tender skin. With the help of the rope he wanted to constrict before giving infinite freedom.
Could anyone understand this who was not connected to the world of BDSM? Who considered BDSM to be synonymous with violence and ruthlessness and the practitioners to be mentally abnormal? Max had to smile. Basically, BDSM had to struggle with prejudices just like the overweight. Like so many things that did not conform to the mainstream.
So lost in thought, he hadn't noticed that he had reached the door of Passion's flat. Passion was her name, this unknown sweetheart. He had discovered her advertisement in a section for acquaintances. Unobtrusive, unobtrusive, stylish, elegant. Max was instantly fascinated by the words he read in it and the image of the woman that formed in his mind's eye. Passion. How fitting for her.
Latex experience during dominatrix visit
Passion didn't have much make-up on. She felt more comfortable wearing subtle make-up. Some of her clients preferred a staged look and gave her pointers in that direction. That was fine with Passion and she also enjoyed it. With her regular clients, she knew their preferences very well, but most of them gave little direction and let her have her way and decide freely. Then the men liked her best. Passion was curious to see who was hiding her behind the door. The unknown suitor had introduced himself as Max, mentioned his age and his sexual request. As the conversation progressed, he became strangely more silent and increasingly secretive, so Passion couldn't place his odd behaviour. It went beyond the shyness she sometimes encountered when dealing with new clients. However, since she had spontaneously taken a liking to Max, she offered him an open ear. Seemingly trusting her, he cited his life story and the suffering involved due to his weight. He did not tell her his exact weight and Passion had not dared to ask. She sensed that the subject was bothering him and did not probe further. Keeping the boundaries of her clients was important to her, even outside the bed. "More than 150 kg," he had finally let her know.
It was not unusual for people beyond the norm to ask for her attention. For Passion, this was an enrichment, as people let her know their fates and she was stimulated to think as she listened. Many a time, Passion reconsidered her own points of view and self-critically realised that she was not free of prejudice either. However, she had not yet counted a heavily overweight man like Max among her suitors.
Passion was curious about him as a person and as a Dom. Max told her that he was a switcher, but for their meeting he asked to be the submissive part. He wanted to be humiliated and insulted, he wanted her to humiliate him with his excess weight. This was not easy for Passion, because as mistress she did not want to seriously emotionally offend anyone. But by mutual consent and clearly communicated agreement, she agreed, as she too took and enjoyed both sides.
For Passion, the person was first in the foreground, only then followed his sexuality. That's why she took a lot of time for her clients, usually more than they originally booked. She also insisted on a longer exchange of words before a meeting and gladly a phone call, if that was possible for the client. Somehow this made the human interaction deeper and the sex better. Almost every client came to her a second or third time, many came regularly. Passion did not know a single guest who sought sexual variety in the form of constantly changing whores. If they were satisfied, they usually stayed. The men who met with her were surprisingly faithful and very reliable. Passion was pleased that they felt comfortable with her and gladly sought her company. In a grown sexuality, she was able to trust better. Immensely important for her as a sex worker. Sometimes even her life insurance. I wonder what this Max would be like. Slowly she opened the door.
Stories of horny women
Passion was professional to the core. Frankly speaking, she had to swallow at the sight of Max. Of course she had been aware that" more than 150 kg" was a lot, but she would not have guessed that Max was so corpulent. Since Passion hardly ever had a full-body picture of her guests sent to her, the sight of the extremely obese man hit her unexpectedly. At first she was tempted to report back that he was too corpulent for her. His large belly hung down almost to the middle of his thighs, and she didn't quite know how to reach his private parts. Self-lying. Passion was ashamed of the spontaneous thought of whether her furniture could support his heavy weight. She was not set up for Max's measurements and indeed had concerns about whether her standard bed could support them both together. After all, Passion also weighed 64 kg, which would add to Max's figures.
It was an oppressive reception situation. Passion didn't quite let on her reluctance, not wanting to offend. If she sent him away now, where would he go? She knew from some of her colleagues that they generally rejected very heavyweight clients. Until now, Passion had condemned this attitude as intolerant and arrogant; now she could understand the sentiments of her fellow women.
Maybe it was sympathy for Max that finally prevailed with Passion, and so she invited him into her flat. Passion asked Max if she could offer him something to drink. "A glass of water, that would be nice, Lady Passion. Thank you. You are beautiful, if I may say so fat pig. Here is your fee, dear mistress." A discreet white envelope changed hands. As Passion reached for a glass and bottle of mineral water in the kitchen, her curiosity took over and she opened the envelope. "My goodness!" she muttered in complete surprise. Passion had to recount the many notes twice to believe her perception. Max had handed her three times the amount of fee than had been agreed for this meeting. Passion had never experienced this before with a client. Tipping some, but three times the amount, that was incredibly generous. Max had had to work long hours in his profession for this amount, she was sure of it. A warm feeling came over her. Passion suspected that he wanted to use the money to compensate for his supposed flaw. Probably he thought that otherwise a woman could not lay a hand on him out of sheer dislike and disgust.
Passion turned back to Max and raised the full envelope in his hands. "You don't need this, slave Max, you really don't. Such an immense sum, you had to work hard for it after all!" Max grinned. The ironic expression in his eyes belied the mirth in his words. "Esteemed Lady Passion, let's not fool ourselves. I know what I look like. You were probably thinking earlier, looking at me, that you didn't want your bed to collapse under me." Passion blushed. Max had guessed her thoughts and summed them up very aptly. The latter considerately overlooked her embarrassment and continued, "Please keep the money. You've earned it, really. I've had enough of it, believe me, Lady Passion. After all, I haven't had to take a woman out in a few years, so I've been able to save." When Max blinked his eyes, Passion could no longer control herself and laughed out loud. She liked Max and his refreshing humour. Not many were able to make her laugh. He succeeded. The ice between them was broken. Passion grinned insinuatingly. Now she was in the right mood. The session could take its course.
BDSM and fetishism when visiting a dominatrix
"You fat pig dare to sully my floor with your stinking drops of sweat? If you didn't eat so much, you'd be much prettier to look at on my precious St. Andrew's cross! Now you insult my lordly eyes with your pitiful sight, you worm?" Passion trailed her long red fingernails along his shoulders down to his nipples to press them between the nails and pull hard. Max groaned under his butterfly mouth gag and rolled his eyes. Horniness was oozing out of all his pores by now and made him sweat profusely. His nipples were twirled and clamped and weighted. "Maybe you're at least capable of enduring pain for your lady to pleasure me like this, miserable filthy pig!" Passion spat in Max's face and gave him more clamps, all of which she positioned on his torso.
She had a close eye on Max. He had told her about his diabetes and that he was prone to dizziness. So she followed his reactions and facial colour closely. She also couldn't have the client kneel, as it would be too much of a strain on his joints and he probably wouldn't be able to stand up without help. But they found a good way together. Passion was having fun with Max. She was also wet and aroused, something she would never have suspected before. "Well slave, how do you feel being my spiked sow? At least I was able to enhance your pathetic appearance a little with the clamps. You will now wear this slave jewellery for me for a while!" Max groaned and shifted his weight, changing his posture. Passion guessed that he would not be able to stand much longer. She would also soon remove his mouth gag as the reduced air supply was endangering his health. Passion acted with extreme caution and wanted to get the most out of his slave education to give Max the gift of mental flying. It was more than time for him to experience this pleasure again. Possibly this would close a gap and complete him again. With all her heart she wished him that.
"Don't let the pain of pleasure make your little curly tail stand still, then you'll get blows with the riding crop! I chastise the stubby little thing until it fits into my tiniest penis cage. Your slave cock will be locked away from today until further notice, because your lust will be mine in the future, understand?" Max nodded eagerly. They had agreed on this agreement beforehand in conversation and specified it down to the smallest detail. Nothing happened over Max's will. Their guest could let himself go completely and enjoy his humiliations to the fullest.
Passion grinned nastily and untied Max by his wrists. As she did so, she pressed her attractive body, which was in a skin-tight vinyl minidress, against the clamps. Max threw his head back and groaned in agony. Passion pressed on the mouth gag and increased its volume, pumping up the butterfly dildo. "Thank God I can't hear your miserable whining, you maggoty insect! Go on, lift your paunch so I can put the penis cage on you. With all this fat, I'll have to look for the little weenie first!" Passion knelt down on her exciting over-the-knee boots and tried to put the sex toy in the right place. The process proved harder than she had thought and it took all her strength to tame the fabric enough to fit the penis cage. She did not let her effort show. Passion respected Max. Conveying that respect was important to her every moment of their wonderful encounter.
The feeling of confinement must have pleased Max, for he jerked violently and tugged at his shackles. "Just be patient, you filthy sow! Your mistress has only just warmed up. I'm not done with you slave cunt that quickly. You need to be further beautified to keep me sufficiently entertained!" With that, she let her gaze wander towards a tray on which various ropes lay lined up and precisely arranged. The ropes were especially wide and comfortably crafted to fit the customer's body contours admirably. This was Passion's decision, in her estimation, so as not to cause Max any serious injuries and to prevent avoidable accidents. She did not want to interrupt or compromise his blood flow by inadvertently tying off sensitive areas of skin too tightly.
Max followed Passion's gaze expectantly, sifting through the tablet and its contents. All tension suddenly fell from his body and a satisfied, blissful expression brightened his features. Then their eyes met. Passion tenderly stroked his cheek with her gloved fingers. Her ravishing eyes shone warmly and benevolently. Passion could only guess how happy she made Max at that moment. How much he was already flying towards his heaven was impossible for her to grasp in its entirety.
