BDSM Session with Sweet Pain

Just a few more steps, and he'd made it. Beads of sweat stood on his forehead and ran down his back. Breathing heavily, he used the railing for support and pulled himself up. He carefully ignored the slight dizziness. How embarrassing would it be to fulfill all prejudices if he finally stood before her? No, he wasn't enduring these hardships to conform to common clichés! Absolutely not! Why did she have to live on the top floor, and without an elevator in summer? What had he gotten himself into again! But damn, she was worth every effort…

He was driven by his lust, which he could barely live out anymore. On the one hand, he found suitable sexual partners extremely difficult to come by, and on the other, he was increasingly developing health problems. Above all, his rising blood pressure and worsening diabetes caused him problems in daily life. It wasn't just about his rare free time. Difficulties were also emerging in his professional life, because people like him, in his experience, rarely ranked high on desire lists. They simply weren't present on those lists. "187 kilograms take up space, after all," he thought cynically.

Max was a foot care specialist. His profession was actually called an examined podiatrist, but he felt pretentious introducing himself that way. However, the incredulous look in people's eyes remained the same. He could vividly imagine what was going through their minds. "The fat guy wants to treat feet? He'll never get up once he kneels! If he doesn't just roll away completely." Oh yes, all the prejudices against fat people, he knew them all too well - fat people sweat constantly, fat people stink, fat people eat all day, fat people are lazy, fat people are stupid, fat people have no self-control. He tried his best not to recall all the unpleasant comments he had been subjected to in his life. These uncomfortable encounters with some people who felt superior to him hurt too much.

Yes, in part, they were right. He sweated easily and had to use an effective deodorant. He also loved to eat and had little self-control over it. But that could just as well apply to a thin person. Looking back at his past work week, he had barely had a moment to breathe. Stress was damaging him and posed a health risk, which he was well aware of. His blood pressure rose as a result, and his sugar levels exploded. This also caused his dizziness, which overwhelmed him in the most inconvenient situations. Then he fulfilled all the clichés of the smug, gasping for breath against a wall or clinging to a life-saving railing. But nothing was worse than falling. He didn't fear the injuries, but the worst-case scenario of not being able to get up on his own.

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Meanwhile, Max had withdrawn from public life because of this. He had almost developed social phobia and considered seeking treatment from a psychiatrist. But he wasn't fooling himself. Even doctors and specialists had put him in a box. All his ailments were blamed on his fatness. 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 weren't the most popular contemporaries. Nobody wanted anything to do with them. Even his clients met him with a questioning look in their eyes the first time they saw him. Having to prove himself was something he was good at from then on. It became his cursed life's work, imposed by his corpulence. Damn, he was so tired of fighting and convincing! So tired.

Most of all, Max was burdened by his non-existent sex life. He was a BDSM practitioner and loved to tie and be tied. Pleasurable pain also stimulated him immensely, as a sadist and masochist. Both a dominant and submissive nature resided within him. Both were there. Sometimes his dominant side took over, and then again his submissive side. Crawling before a cherished mistress, licking her over-the-knee patent leather boots with his tongue, and being penetrated by a 22-centimeter heel made Max just as hard as leading a beloved sub to her lustful limits by stretching all her orifices to the extreme. Both sides of this significant coin were familiar to him, so he felt confident and secure when venturing into these exciting worlds. At least initially, twenty years ago, in his mid-twenties, when he weighed 80 kilograms less.

Max is a tall man and at that time participated in endurance sports, including in clubs. Winning competitions brought him great satisfaction and intoxicating feelings. He confidently presented his mind and body, showcasing his mental and physical strength to his sexual partners and everyone involved. He wanted to be seen and enjoyed seeing others. A captivating spiral of intense emotions that seemed to make him addicted and crave even more recognition and affirmation. With a wistful smile, Max recalled an event where one of his subs was showcased, and he performed a gynecological examination on her. Her ecstatic cries of pleasure still echoed in his ears today.

Such a scenario would now be unthinkable for him. Since his herniated disc, he could no longer engage in sports, and he compensated for the lack of sex with food intake. A well-filled stomach gave him a comforting feeling, similar to the one he once felt, immersed in the crowd and in the appreciation of his partner. His doctors tried to discover the causes of his emotional eating and based their therapeutic approaches on that. But deep down, he simply lacked a proper session, no matter the constellation. Max wanted to give rope and be enveloped and supported by it, even with his overweight. He wanted to feel the rough material glide through his hands and mark delicate skin with it. With the help of the rope, he wanted to constrict before granting infinite freedom.

Could anyone who wasn't connected to the world of BDSM understand that? Someone who considered BDSM synonymous with violence and ruthlessness, and the practitioners psychologically disturbed? Max had to smile. Essentially, the BDSM scene had to contend with prejudices just like overweight people. Like so much else that didn't conform to the mainstream.

Lost in thought, he hadn't noticed that he had reached Passion's apartment door. Passion, she called herself, this unknown sweet thing. He had discovered her ad in a classifieds section for encounters. Unobtrusive, discreet, stylish, elegant. Max was instantly fascinated by the words he read and the image of the woman that formed in his mind's eye. Passion – passion. How fitting for her.

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Passion hadn't applied much makeup. She felt more comfortable with subtle makeup. Some of her clients preferred a staged look and gave her hints in that direction. That was fine for Passion and she enjoyed it. With her regulars, she knew their preferences very well, but most gave few instructions and let her do as she pleased. Then the men liked her best. Passion was curious who was behind the door. The unknown john had introduced himself as Max, stated his age and his sexual request. As the conversation progressed, he strangely became more taciturn and increasingly closed off, so Passion couldn't categorize his strange behavior. It went beyond the shyness she sometimes encountered with new clients. However, since Max had spontaneously been likable to her, she offered him a listening ear. Apparently, he confided in her and recounted his life story and the associated suffering due to his weight. He didn't tell her his exact weight, and Passion hadn't dared to ask. She sensed that the topic was a burden to him and didn't press further. Respecting her clients' boundaries was important to her, even outside of bed. "More than 150 kg," he had finally let her know.

It wasn't unusual for people outside the norm to seek her affection. For Passion, this was an enrichment, as people shared their destinies with her, and listening made her reflect. Many times, Passion had re-evaluated her own viewpoints and self-critically noted that she, too, was not free of prejudice. However, she had never before counted a severely overweight man like Max among her clients.

Passion was curious about him as a person and as a Dom. Max said he was a switcher, but for their meeting he asked to be the submissive. He wanted to be humiliated and insulted; she should humble him with his overweight. This wasn't entirely easy for Passion, as she, as a mistress, seriously didn't want to emotionally hurt anyone. But by mutual agreement and clearly communicated arrangement, she agreed, as she also embraced and enjoyed both sides.

For Passion, the person came first, and only then their 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, human interaction became deeper and sex better. Almost every john came back a second or third time, many came regularly. Passion didn't know a single guest who sought sexual variety in the form of constantly changing prostitutes. If they were satisfied, they usually stayed. The men who met with her were surprisingly loyal and very reliable. Passion was happy that they felt comfortable with her and enjoyed her company. In a developed sexuality, she could place more trust. For her as a sex worker, this was immensely important. Sometimes even her life insurance. How would this Max be? Slowly, she opened the door.

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Passion was thoroughly professional. Honestly speaking, she had to swallow when she saw Max. Of course, she had been aware that "more than 150 kg" was a lot, but she hadn't expected Max to be so corpulent. Since Passion almost never had a full-body picture of her guests sent to her, the sight of the extremely corpulent man took her by surprise. At first, she was tempted to reply that he was too bulky for her. His large belly hung almost down to the middle of his thighs, and she wasn't quite sure how she was going to reach his genitals. Lying down. Passion was ashamed of the spontaneous thought of whether her furniture could support his heavy weight. She wasn't set up for Max's measurements and indeed had concerns about whether her standard bed would hold both of them together. After all, Passion also weighed 64 kg, which would be added to Max's weight.

It was a stifling reception. Passion didn't fully show her aversion, as she didn't want to offend. If she sent him away now, where would he go? She knew from some of her colleagues that they generally rejected very heavy clients. Until now, Passion had condemned this attitude as intolerant and arrogant, but now she could understand the feelings of her fellow workers.

Perhaps in the end it was her sympathy for Max that prevailed, so she invited him into her apartment. 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 a fat pig like me is allowed to say so. Here is your fee, esteemed Mistress." A discreet, white envelope changed hands. As Passion reached for a glass and a bottle of mineral water in the kitchen, her curiosity got the better of her, and she opened the envelope. "My goodness!" she murmured, completely surprised. Passion had to count the many bills twice to believe what she was seeing.

Max had given her triple the amount of the agreed-upon fee for this meeting. Passion had never experienced this before with a client. Some gave tips, but triple the amount, that was incredibly generous. Max must have worked long hours in his profession for this amount, she was sure of that. A warm feeling came over her. Passion suspected that he wanted to compensate for his perceived flaw with the money. He probably thought that otherwise, a woman couldn't bring herself to touch him out of aversion and disgust.

Passion returned to Max, holding the full envelope in her hands. "You don't need this, Slave Max, you really don't. Such an immense sum, you must have worked hard for that!" Max grinned. The ironic expression in his eyes belied the cheerfulness in his words. "Esteemed Lady Passion, let's not kid ourselves. I know what I look like. You probably thought when you saw me earlier that your bed might collapse under me." Passion blushed. Max had guessed her thoughts and summarized them very accurately.

He considerately overlooked her embarrassment and continued: "Please keep the money. You've earned it, truly. I have enough of it, believe me, Lady Passion. After all, I haven't had to take a woman out in years and was therefore able to save." When Max then winked, Passion could no longer control herself and burst out laughing. She liked Max and his refreshing humor. Not many could make her laugh. He succeeded. The ice between them was broken. Passion grinned suggestively. Now she was in the right mood. The session could take its course.

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"You fat pig dare to defile my floor with your stinking drops of sweat? If you didn't gobble so much, you'd look much prettier on my precious St. Andrew's Cross! Now you insult my majestic eyes with your pathetic sight, you worm?" Passion drew her long, red fingernails down his shoulders to his nipples, pressing them between her nails and pulling hard. Max groaned under his butterfly gag and rolled his eyes. Lust was now dripping from every pore, making him sweat uncontrollably. His nipples were twisted and adorned with clamps and weights. "Perhaps you are at least able to endure pain for your Lady, to please me, you miserable dirty pig!" Passion spat in Max's face and added more clamps, positioning them all over his upper body.

She had Max in her sights. He had told her about his diabetes and his tendency to dizziness. So she closely followed his reactions and his complexion. She also couldn't make the client kneel, as it would put too much strain on his joints and he would probably not be able to get up without help. But they found a good way together. Passion enjoyed herself with Max. She was also wet and aroused, which she would never have expected before. "Well, slave, how do you feel as my spiked pig? At least I could enhance your pathetic appearance a little with the clamps."

You will now wear this slave jewelry for me for a while!" Max groaned and shifted his weight by changing his posture. Passion sensed that he couldn't stand much longer. She would also soon remove his gag, as the reduced airflow endangered his health. Passion acted with extreme caution and wanted to get the most out of his slave training to give Max mental flight. It was more than time for him to experience this pleasure again. Perhaps this would close a gap and complete him again. She wished him that with all her heart.

"Woe betide if the pleasurable pain makes your little curly tail stand up, then there will be blows with the riding crop! I will chastise the stump until it fits into my tiniest cock cage. Your slave cock will be locked away from today until further notice, because your lust will belong to me in the future, understood?" Max nodded eagerly. They had agreed on this arrangement beforehand in their conversation and defined it down to the smallest detail. Nothing happened against Max's will. Their guest could completely let go and fully enjoy his humiliations.

Passion grinned wickedly and untied Max by his wrists. In doing so, she pressed her attractive body, clad in a skin-tight latex mini-dress, against the clamps. Max threw his head back and groaned in agony. Passion pressed on the gag and increased its volume by pumping up the butterfly dildo. "Fortunately, I can't hear your miserable whining, you maggoty insect! Come on, lift your belly so I can put the cock cage on you. With all that fat, I'll have to find the little sausage first!" Passion knelt on her exciting over-the-knee boots and tried to attach the sex toy in the right place. The process proved more difficult than expected, and she needed all her strength to tame the tissue enough to fit the cock cage. She didn't let her effort show. Passion respected Max. Conveying this respect was important to her at every moment of their wonderful encounter.

The feeling of captivity must have pleased Max, for he twitched violently and tugged at his ankle restraints. "Patience, you dirty sow! Your mistress is just getting warmed up. I'm not finished with you, slave slut, that quickly. You still need to be further beautified to entertain me sufficiently!" Her gaze drifted towards a tray on which various ropes lay neatly arranged in rows. The ropes were particularly wide and comfortably crafted to perfectly adapt to the client's body contours. Passion decided this based on her assessment, to avoid causing Max any serious injuries and to prevent avoidable accidents. She absolutely did not want to interrupt or impair his blood circulation by inadvertently tying sensitive skin areas too tightly.

Max expectantly followed Passion's gaze, sighted the tablet and its contents. All tension instantly fell away from his body, and a satisfied, blissful expression brightened his features. Then their eyes met. Passion tenderly caressed his cheek with her gloved fingers. Her captivating eyes shone warmly and benevolently. Passion could only guess how happy she was making Max in that moment. How much he was already soaring towards his heaven was impossible for her to fully comprehend.