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The stairs were almost done. 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 ignored the slight dizziness as far as possible. How embarrassing would it be to serve all prejudices when he finally stood in front of her? No, that's why he didn't take on these hardships to conform to common clichés! With the best will in the world not! Why did she have to live in the attic? Then even without a lift in the summer. What had he gotten himself into! But damn, 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 increasingly developed health problems. Above all, his rising blood pressure and his worsening diabetes caused him problems in everyday life. It wasn't just about his rare free time. There were also difficulties in professional life, because in his experience people like him rarely ranked high on the desire lists. They simply weren't on those lists. "187 kilograms take up space," he thought cynically.
Max was a podiatrist. His profession was actually called a certified podiatrist, but he felt self-important introducing himself that way. However, the disbelieving expression in the eyes of the people remained the same. He could vividly imagine what was going on in their heads. "The fat guy wants to treat feet? He'll never get up again once he kneels! If it doesn't roll away right away." Oh yes, she recognized all the prejudices against fat people too well - fat people sweat all the time, fat people stink, fat people eat all day, fat people are lazy, fat people are stupid, fat people can't control themselves . He didn't want to think about all the ugly comments he'd received in his life. These unpleasant encounters with some fellow human beings who rose above him hurt too much.
Yes, they were partly right. He was sweating profusely and had to use an effective deodorant. He also liked to eat and had little self-control over it. But that could just as well apply to a slender human being. When he reviewed his past work week, he could hardly catch his breath. Stress damaged him and posed a health risk, he was well aware of that. As a result, his blood pressure rose and his sugar levels skyrocketed. Hence his dizziness, which overcame him in the most unfavorable situations. Then he fulfilled all the clichés of the self-satisfied, leaning against a wall gasping for breath or clinging to a lifeguard railing. But nothing was worse than falling. He didn't fear the injuries, but the worst case of not being able to get up on his own.
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In the meantime Max withdrew from public life. He had developed near social phobia and was considering seeing a psychiatrist. But he didn't kid himself about that. The doctors and experts had also pigeonholed him. All of his ailments were blamed on being overweight. And that fatness was synonymous with his personal failings. He read nothing else in people's eyes. Well, losers weren't the most popular of the bunch. Nobody wanted anything to do with them. Even his customers met him with a doubtful look in their eyes when they saw him for the first time. So he was good at having to prove himself. It became his damned life's work, imposed by his corpulence. Damn he was so tired of fighting and convincing! So tired.
One of the biggest burdens on Max was his non-existent sex life. He was a BDSM enthusiast and loved to tie and be tied. Pleasure pain also stimulated him beyond measure, as a sadist and masochist. In his chest resided both a dominant and a submissive being. Both were there. Sometimes his dominating side struck and then again his submissive side. Crawling in front of a valued mistress, licking her overknee patent leather boots with her tongue and being penetrated with her 22 centimeter heel made Max feel just as hard as taking a beloved sub to her lustful limits by pushing all her holes to the extreme stretched. He was familiar with both sides of this important medal, so that he felt confident and secure when walking in the exciting worlds. At least twenty years ago, in his mid-twenties, when he still weighed 80 kilograms less. Max is a tall man and at the time was involved in endurance sports, including in a club. Winning competitions brought him great satisfaction and exhilarating feelings. He self-confidently presented his mind and body, showing off his mental strength as well as his physical strength to his sexual partners and everyone involved. He wanted to be seen and liked to see. An engulfing spiral of intense emotions that seemed to get him hooked and craving even more approval and validation. Smiling wistfully, Max thought of an event in which one of his subs was presented and he performed a gynecological treatment on her. Her ecstatic cries of pleasure still ring in his ears today.
Such a scene would be unthinkable for him now. He hasn't been able to do any sport since his slipped disc, and he compensated for the lack of sex with food. A well-filled stomach gave him a good feeling. Similar to what he once felt, in the bath of the crowd and in the appreciation of one's partner. His doctors tried to find out the causes of his emotional eating and based their therapy approaches on that. But at the bottom of his heart he was simply missing a proper session, no matter what the constellation. Max wanted to give rope and be surrounded and carried by it, even with his excess weight. He wanted to feel the rough material through his hands, marking delicate skin. With the help of the rope he wanted to constrict before giving endless freedom.
Could that be understood by someone not connected to the world of BDSM? Who regarded BDSM as a synonym for violence and ruthlessness and considered the practitioners to be mentally disturbed? Max had to smile. Basically, the BDSM variety had to contend with prejudices just like the overweight. Like so much that didn't correspond to the mainstream.
So lost in thought, he hadn't realized he'd reached the door of Passion's apartment. She called herself Passion, this unknown cutie. He had discovered her ad 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. Passion - passion. How fitting for her.
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Passion didn't wear a lot of makeup. She felt more comfortable when she wore 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 enjoyed it too. She knew the preferences of her regular customers very well, but most of them hardly gave any guidelines and let them do what they wanted and make their own decisions. Then the men liked her best. Passion was curious who was hiding behind the door. The unknown suitor introduced himself as Max, gave his age and his sexual request. Strangely enough, as the conversation continued, he became more and more closed off, so that Passion could not assign his strange behavior. It went beyond the shyness she sometimes encountered when dealing with new clients. However, since Max was spontaneously sympathetic to her, she offered him an open ear. Apparently he began to trust her, citing his life story and the suffering involved due to his weight. He didn't tell her his exact weight, and Passion hadn't dared to ask. She sensed that the subject weighed heavily on him and didn't pursue it any further. Respecting the boundaries of her customers was important to her, even outside of bed. "More than 150 kg," he finally let her know.
It wasn't uncommon for people outside the norm to ask for her attention. This was enriching for Passion as people let her know their fates and listening made her think. Passion has often reconsidered her own point of view and self-critically realized that she too was not free from prejudice. However, she had not yet counted a very overweight man like Max among her suitors.
Passion was excited about him as a person and as a cathedral. Max told that he was a switcher but asked to be the submissive part for their meeting. He wanted to be humiliated and insulted, she should humiliate him with his excess weight. This wasn't easy for Passion, because as a mistress she didn't want to offend anyone emotionally. But by mutual agreement and clearly communicated agreement, she agreed, since she too could take both sides and enjoy them.
For Passion, the focus was initially on people, and only then did their sexuality follow. That's why she took a lot of time for her customers, 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 customer. Somehow the human togetherness became deeper and the sex better. Almost every suitor came to her a second or third time, and many came regularly. Passion didn't know a single guest who was looking for sexual variety in the form of constantly changing whores. If they were satisfied, they usually stayed. The men who met her were amazingly loyal and proved to be very dependable. Passion was pleased that they were comfortable with her and eager to seek out her company. As her sexuality grew, she was able to trust her better. For you as a sex worker immensely important. Sometimes even their life insurance. What would this Max be like? She slowly opened the door.
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Passion was professional through and through. To be honest, she had to swallow at the sight of Max. Of course she was aware that "more than 150 kg" is a lot, but she would not have guessed that Max was so corpulent. Since Passion almost never had a full-length picture of her guests sent to her, the sight of the extremely portly man caught her unexpectedly. At first she was tempted to report back that he was too full for her. His large belly hung almost to mid-thigh and she wasn't sure how to get at his privates. self-lying. Passion felt embarrassed to spontaneously think if her furniture could bear its heavy weight. She wasn't made up to Max's measurements and in fact had doubts as to whether her standard bed would hold them both together. After all, Passion also weighed 64 kg, which would be added to Max's values.
It was a depressing reception situation. Passion didn't let her dislike show fully because 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 customers. Previously, Passion had condemned this attitude as intolerant and arrogant, but now she could understand the feelings of her fellow combatants.
Perhaps in the end it was the sympathy for Max that prevailed in Passion, and so she invited him into her apartment. Passion asked Max if she could offer him something to drink. "A glass of water would be nice, Lady Passion. Thanks. They are beautiful, if I may say so fat pig. Here is your fee, dear lady.” A decent, white envelope changed hands. As Passion reached the kitchen for a glass and bottle of mineral water, her curiosity got the better of her and she opened the envelope. "My goodness!" she murmured in complete surprise. Passion had to count the many bills twice to believe her perception. Max had given her three times the fee that had been agreed for this meeting. Passion had never experienced this with a customer before. Some gave tips, but triple the amount was incredibly generous. For that amount, Max had had to work long hours in his job, she was sure of that. A warm feeling came over her. Passion suspected that he wanted to use the money to make up for his supposed flaw. He probably thought that a woman otherwise couldn't put her hands on him out of sheer dislike and disgust.
Passion returned to Max, raising the full envelope in his hands. "You don't need that, slave Max, really not. Such an immense sum, you had to work hard for it!” Max grinned. The wry look in his eyes belied the happiness in his words. "Dear Lady Passion, let's not fool ourselves. i know what i look like You probably thought when you saw me earlier that your bed shouldn't collapse under me.” Passion blushed. Max had guessed her thoughts and summed them up very aptly. He considerately ignored her embarrassment and continued: "Please keep the money. You deserve it, really. I've had enough of this, believe me, Lady Passion. After all, I haven't had to take a woman out for a few years, so I was able to save.” When Max then blinked, Passion couldn't control himself and laughed out loud. She liked Max and his refreshing sense of humor. Not many could make her laugh. He succeeded. The ice between the two was broken. Passion grinned lewdly. Now she was in the right mood. The session could take its course.
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Passion ran her long, red fingernails down his shoulders to his nipples to press them between the nails and pull hard. Max groaned under his butterfly gag and rolled his eyes. Hornyness was now dripping from every pore and made him sweat profusely. His nipples were twisted and fitted with clamps and weights. "Maybe you're at least able to endure pain for your lady to please me like this!" Passion spat in Max's face and gave him more clamps, all of which she positioned on his torso.
She kept a close eye on Max. He had told her about his diabetes and that he was prone to dizziness. So she closely followed his reactions and the color of his face. Nor could she make the customer 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. It was passion fun with Max. She was also wet and aroused, which she had never suspected before. "Well slave, how do you feel? At least I was able to enhance your pathetic appearance a little with the brackets. You're going to wear this slave jewelry for me for a while!” Max groaned and shifted his weight by changing his position. Passion knew he couldn't stand much longer. She would also soon remove his mouth gag, since the reduced air supply was endangering his health. Passion acted with extreme caution and wanted to get the maximum out of his slave education in order to give Max mental flying. It was more than time for him to experience that pleasure again. Perhaps this would close a gap and complete it again. She wished him that with all her heart.
"Woe to the pain of pleasure leaves your little ringed cock standing, then it hits it with the crop! I punish the part until it fits into my tiniest penis cage. Your slave cock will be locked away from today until further notice, because your lust will belong to me in the future, okay?” Max nodded eagerly. They had previously agreed on this agreement in discussions and laid it down down to the smallest detail. Nothing happened beyond Max Willen. Your guest could let himself go completely and fully enjoy his humiliation.
Passion grinned wickedly and untied Max's wrists. She pressed her attractive body, which was in a skin-tight vinyl mini dress, against the clamps. Max threw his head back and groaned in agony. Passion squeezed the gag and increased its volume by inflating the butterfly dildo. "Fortunately I don't hear your miserable whining! Come on, raise your belly so I can put the penis cage on you. With all that fat, I have to look for the little sausage first!” Passion knelt on her exciting overknee boots and tried to attach the sex toy to the right place. The process turned out to be more difficult than expected, and it took all her strength to tame the tissue enough to fit the penis cage. She didn't show her effort. Max respected Passion. Instilling that respect was important to her at every moment of their wonderful encounter.
Max probably liked the feeling of captivity, because he jerked violently and tugged at his ankle cuffs. "Only patience! Your mistress has only just warmed up. I'm not done with you anytime soon. You need to be beautified even more to keep me entertained enough!” As she did so, she let her gaze wander towards a tray on which various ropes lay strung together and precisely arranged. The ropes were particularly wide and comfortably finished in order to perfectly adapt to the customer's body contours. This is what Passion decided, according to her assessment, in order not to inflict serious injuries on Max and to prevent avoidable accidents. She didn't want to interrupt or impair his blood flow by unintentionally tying off sensitive skin areas too tightly.
Max followed Passion's look expectantly, looked at the tablet and its contents. All tension fell from his body at once and a contented, blissful expression brightened his features. Then their eyes met. Passion caressed his cheek with her gloved fingers. Her ravishing eyes shone warmly and benevolently. Passion could only imagine how happy she made Max at that moment. It was impossible for her to comprehend how much he was already flying towards his sky.
