1 comments/ 31175 views/ 2 favorites Chrysania Rose: Installment 01 By: TXssbbwGODDESS Installment 1 - Welcome to my Domain There are those who would say that leading a double life is a stressful thing, a choice made in desperation, something done out of shame or fear. They say that in leading a double life, one cannot find fulfillment in either of their personas. I do not agree. For me, leading a double life allows me to experience the best of both worlds. One of those worlds is the world I walk through in daylight. As Chrysania Rose, a woman who by all accounts is nothing out of the ordinary, save for my extraordinary size. Taller than most women, larger than most people in general, I stand just under 6 feet in my socks and tip the scales at a shade over 350 pounds. My neighbors know me as a homebody who works as an accountant and does tutoring for college students on the side. It's a good enough cover. And the tutoring part can be taken as not far from the truth at times. I live in a modest little house, in a modest but quirky little neighborhood close to the main business district in an anonymously large American city. The other world I inhabit is a world of shadows and whispers. As Mistress Rose, I maintain a small but well-equipped domination dungeon in the spare bedroom of my house. My clientele is discreet and discriminating. They know the difference between an escort who passes herself off as a Domme, and the real thing. Virtually all of my clients are professional men between the ages of thirty-five and sixty. I also have a few couples who enjoy the occasional venture into my dungeon, as well as one young man who squanders his trust fund on the kind of attention that mommy and nanny just couldn't give him. And I even have one special little she-pet who lives to serve her mistress. In these writings, I will share with my readers some of the highlights of my secret life. The fantasy, the sensuality, the strangeness, and the absurd. Maybe you have never known a super-size woman well enough to know what her private life is like? Maybe you have fantasized about being dominated and abused by a woman who is big and strong enough to put you in your place and show you who is in charge? Maybe you are a voyeur who enjoys peeking in on a secret live lived within the shadows? Regardless of the reason that brings you into my world, welcome to my domain. First let me set the stage and give you a virtual tour of my humble abode and an introduction to the tools of my trade. As I have said, I live in a modest little house. There is a small "public" living area consisting of a kitchen, dining room, living room, bathroom, and small second bedroom/makeshift home office. And then there is my boudoir which is my special private sanctuary. There, I have all the special luxuries that a goddess requires. An oversized garden bath so that I can stretch my oversized body out for a long soak. And a big sturdy four poster Victorian bed; because while I may be dominant in the dungeon, I like to take it hard and rough in the bedroom. To complete my feminine lair, there is a dressing room with spacious closet and vanity table for primping and preparing for action. Which is all off-limits to my dungeon clients, they aren't allowed to interact with me on a private and personal level. I never have sex with my submissives. I am a Domme, not a whore. And I don't believe in mixing business with pleasure. My dungeon clients are my paycheck. Not my friends, not my lovers. Most of them are here to get something they cannot get at home. If they want to get laid by a fat chick, they have ample opportunity to do so elsewhere. If they want her to throw in a little slap and tickle before the suck and fuck, then there are many plus sized semi-pros who engage in what they term "sensual domination fantasy sessions." Let them tempt fate with the vice squad. I don't need the money that bad. This is not to say that I don't have kinky sex with any of my lovers, I most certainly do. But none of them pay me for the privilege. And what exactly do my dungeon clients pay me for? Well, it's a small dungeon, but a well equipped one. My style of décor is a bit of a Medieval-Victorian blend. Very Neo-Gothic with lots of wrought iron and heavy stonework and dark upholstery. The windows are all blacked out and draped with heavy deep red velvet curtains for both mood and privacy. The walls are plastered to look like masonry and hung with heavy iron sconces which look like torches. The floor is dark stained wood with a deeply colored Oriental rug. In one corner is my throne. It's an oversized cherry wood affair with black brocade cushions. It sits on a low platform flanked by two gigantic wrought iron candle stands. There is a matching cherry armoire, in the heavy overstated Victorian design. It's been fitted out with hooks and shelves to hold all of my miscellaneous implements of torture and mayhem. Paddles, riding crops, floggers, fur paddles, dog collars, chain whips, nipple clamps, rope, shackles, blindfolds, gags, etc... The collection is expansive and ever-growing, as my clients like to bring me gifts of new toys in hopes that I will make use of them during our sessions. There's a large mirror on the front of the armoire facing the bondage chair, which is a wicked little piece of furniture. It has a padded seat and multiple points above, to the sides, and beneath, where shackles and other restraints can be secured. In the bondage chair, I can secure my submissive in nearly any position. Especially vulnerable ones with arms straight out to the sides and knees spread wide. They like watching the scenes play out in the mirror of the armoire. I usually let them, unless they are annoying me. And then they get blindfolded and denied a good show. I have a large padded table which has several places to secure restraints as well. The bottom of the table is enclosed with bars, and serves as a makeshift cage for very naughty clients who need a "time out". What is a session with me like? Well, if you are a new client, we exchange correspondence for a while, to help me determine if you are sincere and sane. If I feel okay, I meet prospective clients on neutral ground, such as at a coffee shop. If I don't get any creepy vibes, we talk business. I explain my fee structure and boundaries. I also require prospective clients to send me detailed descriptions of their fantasies. If any special props or costumes are required, they are to provide them. It's considered good manners to bring the Domme a tribute gift for allowing you into her dungeon. If a client decides that they just aren't getting what they want from a session, then we part as friends. Like lovers and business partners, dominants and submissives are a complicated relationship and sometimes personalities just don't click. Many of my clients wish to be seen in their hotel rooms. I cater to a lot of businessmen who are in and out of town throughout the year. I have a wonderful little porta-dungeon kit that fits perfectly in a sample case. Nobody in the hotels would ever guess what my true business is. If I don't have sex with my clients, where does the sensuality come from? My dear, if you have not figured out that the human body and mind can experience intense pleasure without exchanging bodily fluids, then you have a lot to learn. Just because I don't have sex with my clients does not mean that I do not allow them to touch me or engage in sensual behavior with me. If they are very, very good, they may earn the right to worship my body by lavishing it with luxurious creams and oils. If they are very, very bad, they may be tied to the bondage chair and forced to watch while I flaunt my body inches from their face. And just because I don't have sex with my clients does not mean that they cannot have sex with each other. I have orchestrated some incredibly sensual scenes between couples who come to my dungeon in order to be forced to do all kinds of naughty things to each other. I have had men climax from watching me dominate their partners and by having their partners perform body worship on me. The only times I have pushed the boundaries with my no sex with clients rule was when I had a hot fat chick in my dungeon. While I love a good hard pounding by a good hard dick, I also love the sensual curves of a plush female body. My little she-pet, who is not a paying client, has also been brought in to participate in scenes with generous clients. Voyeurism and body worship overlap and sometimes blur the lines between scene and fantasy. One of my personal fantasies is showing off my body while maintaining total control over my submissive. Since it is my fantasy, I reserve it for my most special and generous clients. It's the closest they get to interacting with the real me on an intimate level. I have one client who lavishes me with new dungeon wear and lingerie as long as I model it for him. Another man twice took me on a shopping spree for the privilege of watching me get myself off with a toy he and I picked out together in a local adult emporium. In those cases, I'm not dominating, I'm performing. And that is only a small part of my life as a professional dominant. It's my one and only shameful guilty pleasure. Most of the time, I find myself becoming aroused during my sessions with clients. More often than not, I will retire to my boudoir to masturbate after the clients leave. If by chance my she-pet is in the dungeon, I will order her to service me. And when I am especially turned on, I will call up a lover and have him come by for a post-session romp. I feel as if I am horny all the time in this profession. I don't know whether the job has made me such a big nasty slut, or whether the fact that I'm a big nasty slut attracted me to the job. All I know is that I am very well suited to it and would not change a thing. So, now you know who I am and what I do. I hope you have as much fun reading about my experiences as Mistress Rose, as I do writing them. Each installment in my story will detail a specific dungeon or hotel encounter I have had over the years. Look for more to come as I share what goes on behind closed doors. Chrysania Rose: Installment 02 Installment 2 – Acquisition and Training of a Pet In all the years I have been a dominatrix, I have never had a woman approach me on her own to be dominated. I haven't been against the notion of dominating another woman though. Truth be told, I am quite bi-curious and have always craved the lush soft flesh of another fat chick, and the feel of a sweet young thing squirming against my lap as I gave her ass a good sound spanking. I have had encounters with couples where I got to play with the women, and pushed my boundaries right to the edge with them. But that's another installment for another time. Usually I acquire my submissives after an extended correspondence. I have to know not only whether they are safe to play with, but also know whether they are serious about being dominated instead of just looking to be tied up and then fucked. I never fuck my paying submissives. Occasionally they will reach orgasm from the intensity of a session, or be allowed to masturbate themselves to orgasm. But I make it a rule never to have sex with them. At first I thought it was a joke when I played my answering machine messages and heard a female voice. She mentioned seeing my website, and explained that she was new to the city and had been searching online for an older woman to enslave her and use her as a toy. She breathlessly spelled out an email address before hanging up. My interest was piqued. I was growing weary of the new crop of curiosity seekers who were more interested in re-enacting a scene from a porno magazine than being dominated. I decided to write back and see what she wanted, or what she thought she wanted. I was stern and formal in my delivery. I wrote that she had better not be wasting my time with silly games. If she wanted me to dominate her, she would have to convince me that it was worth my while. I would be attending a BBW party at a local hotel lounge that Friday night, and if she was truly serious about serving me, she would be there so that I could examine her and decide if she was worthy of my time and effort. She would recognize me because I would be wearing a large silver rose shaped pendant and a black outfit. The week passed, and it was business as usual in my spare bedroom turned dungeon. I had no pet or slave at the time, only a handful of regular clients, and the odd assortment of men who were seeking either a new erotic thrill or something to fill their particular void. In most cases, what I had to offer wasn't what they were looking for, and we parted after one session. Some however, became hooked and showed up again and again for their "fix". Not all submissives have the time or inclination to be a slave or human pet. They want more of a structured controlled session. They come in with an agenda, and an idea in their mind or how they think the sessions are going to progress. If they want to be my slave or pet, they understand that I assume full control over them up to the boundaries of safety and sanity. The slave or pet does not have to pay for the privilege of serving me. They earn their keep one way or another. I have them run errands for me, clean my dungeon, and occasionally participate in sessions with other clients. It's not only an intense experience for them, but hard work for me as well. I do not take offers to be my slave or pet lightly. In fact, it's more trouble than I care to deal with. But then again, I have never had a female pet. This could wind up being a win-win arrangement if I played it right. Friday night, I got dressed up in my nightclubbing best, which consists of a long black skirt with a slit on one side, a matching fitted top that shows a fair amount of cleavage, and a pair of wicked looking boots that put me at six foot four. The party wound up being the same old same old. A room full of hopeful women being cruised by the same dozen or so admirers who troll the local scene. A few men had ventured out onto the dance floor and were surrounded by giggling clusters of bountifully built women in sexy party attire. Here and there throughout the lounge, there were couples ensconced in candle-lit booths. Most of the people in the local BBW and admirer scene know me by reputation but few know me by profession. I have a reputation for showing up to the dances alone and going home from the dances alone. However, I have met a few clients in the scene. But my profession being what it is, discretion is a must and we never greet each other as anything more than casual acquaintances outside of my dungeon. I felt the eyes of a trio of new women at the table near the door bore into my back as I made my way towards the bar. They were sizing me up to determine our mutual places in the local BBW pecking order. They were very obviously trying much too hard, judging by the look of their cheap mail-order lingerie catalog bustiers and costume-shop tiaras. They must have decided that I was not competition because they quickly returned to their loud squeals of girlish laughter. I was sitting at the bar sipping a cocktail, when I felt the weight of a stare on me. I turned around and a girl caught my eyes from across the dimly lit lounge. When our eyes locked, she looked like a deer caught in headlights, and she turned and fled towards the bathrooms. About fifteen minutes later, she approached the bar and stood next to me. It was the girl who had called me on the phone. Who else could it have been? She looked at me wide eyed, and managed to stammer out that her name was Lindy. She went on and explained that she was the one who had contacted me earlier that week and she recognized me from the photos on my web page. Looking unsure of what to do next, she looked down at her shoes and wrung her hands. She was certainly fresh meat, and looked barely legal. I told her to follow me to the back of the club, where it was more quiet and private. We sat across from each other in a candle lit booth, and she explained that she had fantasized about a bigger and older woman taking charge of her, making her do naughty things, and then punishing her for them. She liked men okay, and had even dated some boys in high school, but ever since she started college, she had been fantasizing about her female professors and finding herself attracted to her female classmates. She also informed me that she was twenty years old, and lived in her own apartment, not the university dormitories. I let her know that she would have to devote a fair amount of time to her training, and then be willing to serve me whenever I desired; including participating in sessions with other clients. She had no problems with any of that, as she was only attending school three days a week and her only other obligation was her part-time job at a local coffee shop. I ordered her to stand up, walk slowly to the bar to get a napkin, and then walk slowly back to our booth so I could get a good look at her. She was definitely the kind of girl I look twice at. She looked as if she could be anywhere between her late teens and early twenties, average height, had long brown hair, and was on the verge of being supersized. She had fairly large tits and a nice round ass and was soft and round all over. Her sweet little face was doll-like; all pudgy pink cheeks, big blue eyes, and soft glossed lips. Just like a voluptuous little doll. Yes, she would do. She would make me a fine little pet indeed. I handed her a business card, and told her to report for her first training session the next day at noon. She arrived at my home, in what I suppose she felt was the proper attire for a dungeon. But it looked more like the kind of low-end club wear you find in a trendy mall boutique. Her first taste of slave training was being ordered to take that ugly dress off and stand in the middle of the dungeon floor with her fingers clasped behind her head. I removed my favorite snappy little riding crop from my armoire, and proceeded to walk in circles around her, snapping it against the leather of my skirt. I told her that she was to never enter my presence looking like a five-dollar whore again, unless I ordered her to. She warbled out a meek reply and I smacked her against the back her thigh and told her to speak clearly when responding to me. The rest of the session went by with more of the same. I spent equal time intimidating her, and smacking her tender flesh with the crop. She had worn only a pair of panties and a bra beneath the dress. Her little nipples puckered beneath the stretchy fabric of her bra, and after a while, her legs started to quiver slightly, giving a very nice little bit of jiggle to her thighs and ass. If I wasn't mistaken, there was also the shadow of a wet spot darkening in the crotch of her panties. Once I deemed her to be suitably chastised, I told her that since she could not be trusted to dress herself without looking like trash, she did not deserve to wear clothes in my presence. Then, I collared her; explaining that the collar meant that she was mine, and mine alone. She was my slave, my pet, and my property. I could do anything I wished with her and order her to do anything that pleased me. No matter how humiliating or disgraceful it might be. After the collar, I provided her with a pair of very high-heeled shoes. As luck would have it, they were a size too small and hard to walk in, so they raised her sweet ass up in the air and made her bouncy tits wobble in a most delightful way as she minced her way around the dungeon. After an hour of tormenting her with the shoes, I allowed her to take them off and polish them to a shine before she left. As I dismissed her for the day, I told her that from now on, whenever she arrived in the dungeon, she was to immediately remove her dress, place the collar on her neck, and kneel before me. I had just enough time between her departure and my afternoon session to retire to my boudoir for a little bit of quality time with my favorite vibrator. That was how hot my sweet little pet made me. I would definitely take things to a higher level during our next training session. The next day, I let her in, and took a seat in my throne chair to await her supplication. The nasty little slut had on a matching red lace bra and panties. Of course this forward act needed to be addressed at once. Her explanation was that she felt wearing her best lingerie would make her more worthy to be in my presence. I told her that a slave never assumes what would please her mistress. For her forwardness, she would not only have to submit to punishment, but from then on she would be forbidden to wear any clothing in my dungeon unless it was something I ordered her to wear for my amusement. I ordered her to strip off her red lingerie, and approach me on her knees. Then I pulled her up and across my lap and started to spank her hard. At first she tensed up and whimpered, but after a few slaps, she started to calm down and get into it. After ten strikes, I massaged her then-pink ass with my hand. She started to squirm a little, and I knew she was enjoying my touch. I gave her ten more strikes, and massaged her a little more and worked my hand a little lower. She tensed for a second then pushed her fat little ass back to meet my hand. Yes, she certainly liked it. I decided to give her ten more strikes, and by that time her soft plush ass was bright cherry red. I massaged it a little, and as I worked my hand lower I casually let one of my fingers slip between her legs and brush ever so slightly against the outer lips of her pussy. She gasped. She was moist and swollen and starting to get very turned on. I gripped her hair tightly with one hand and parted her thighs slightly with the other. As I twisted her hair in a coil around my hand, I slowly worked the outside of her pussy with the soft pads of my fingers. She moaned with pleasure and I gave a sharp jerk on her hair which made her gasp in pain. I continued alternating with pleasure and pain until she was breathing heavily and her puffy little pussy lips were slick and wet. Then I unceremoniously pushed her off of my lap onto the floor, got up, and told her to dress and go home as I retired to my boudoir. She had me so flustered that it wasn't until my evening client arrived that I realized that I still had her musky salty aroma on my fingertips. He must have appreciated the extra special touch while I gagged and blindfolded him, because he sent me a dozen pussy pink colored roses the day after our session. The next time I saw Lindy, I pretended as if nothing had happened with her on my lap. Her next stage of training was to learn how to properly submit when ordered. I taught her to submit in three ways. First standing upright with her legs slightly spread and her fingers laced behind her head and her chin up. This put her luscious body on display in a most attractive manner. Her breasts were large but still young and firm enough not to sag against her body when her arms were raised. With her legs slightly opened, her soft belly drooped but you could still see the bottom of her silky trimmed bush and a vague contour of the delicious pinkness within. Second, I taught her to drop to her knees and sit on her heels and bow with her palms flat on her thighs. Third was her position of erotic humiliation and display. I made her kneel on the ground with legs spread, bend forward and place her cheek on the ground with one wrist across the back of her neck, while lifting her ass high in the air. With her free hand, she was to reach up under her tummy and between her legs to spread her pussy wide open. The first time she assumed the third position for me, she tried to play with herself a little. But a few swats of the riding crop on those tender pink lips and fingertips taught her that even her juicy little pussy belonged to me and me alone. I asked her if she was a horny little slut and she eagerly responded that "Yes, Mistress" she was. I asked her if she liked showing her body to me. And she replied that she did. I asked if she liked showing her body to other people and she responded that she liked doing whatever mistress wished of her. Oh yes, the dirty little slut liked to show it off, and was aching to do so. I told her that she would definitely get her chance to show what a nasty little fat attention whore she was, and then ordered her to get herself off for my amusement while I watched from my throne and occasionally swatted her ass, thighs, pussy, and hand with my crop. She was a delicious sight indeed. She was on her knees in front of me with that flogged pink ass bouncing up in the air while she worked her fingers around and in and out of her pussy. She strained backwards as if she were hoping that some invisible tongue, finger or cock would be there waiting for her. She was aching to be penetrated, fucked, and pounded. I ordered her to stop and remain on all fours. I went into my boudoir and retrieved a huge veined rubber dildo. I handed it to her and ordered her to fuck herself with it for me. She braced her weight on her free arm and worked that plastic cock in and out of her gaping wet hole, alternating between twisting it from side to side and slamming it in up to the base. I flogged her ass with the riding crop until there were red welts across it and told her to fuck herself harder and rougher until it hurt. She increased her speed and started pounding the dildo in and out of her dripping fat pussy, grunting and making high pitched moaning noises as she went. She started whimpering and begged me to let her cum because it hurt so badly. I told her she could finish herself off after ten more thrusts. She slammed that rubber cock into her cunt so hard that I was afraid she would tear herself wide open, grunting like an animal the last few thrusts. Then she dropped it to the ground beside her and started furiously fingering her clit, panting and making quick whining noises. She started to beg me to cum. "Mistress may I cum, please mistress, please!" I made her strain to hold off for what seemed like an eternity and then gave her release. She finished in a shuddering spasm of pleasure and collapsed into a panting, moaning ball on the floor. I stood up and stepped over her and told her to be sure to clean up the dildo and the wet spot on my floor before she left, as another client would be in later on that night. She had affected me more than I had expected. Because I was already so hot, I gave a regular client a special treat and conducted an erotic denial session. He had been trying to bring something sexual into our sessions for some time. His usual scene consisted of following me around on his hands and knees like a dog and sneaking peeks up my skirt. His sessions always ended with him being tied up and paddled on the ass as punishment for being a nasty dog. He was a very unimaginative and frankly, boring client. But he was easy and his fees were steady. He was obviously more into the idea of voyeurism than punishment; because he reminded me before every weekly session to make sure I kept a light hand with the paddle and to make sure that I caught him peeking up my skirt. Instead of the usual doggy and spanky show this time, I tied him securely to the bondage chair and pushed a chaise in front of him and made him watch as I reached down into my skirt and into my blouse and got myself off just out of view of his bulging eyes. He offered a tidy sum for the soiled panties I had been wearing, but I played the bitch and told him to get the hell out and to be prepared to do some real crawling for me the next time I saw him. Since he liked to look so much, he certainly wouldn't balk at the special fee for a special session with my little pet show-off slut in attendance. I made a point to suggest it the next time he called to make an appointment. When Lindy showed up for her next training session, I instructed her on proper wearing of lingerie. The silly thing didn't know that panties go over garter belts so that you can remove them and have full access to the goodies while still preserving the fetish appeal of bestockinged legs. I told her that she would be assisting me in a session with a regular male client. She was very nervous but showed no signs of questioning or disobeying. I told her that she would not be physically interacting with him, but she would be putting on a show for him. That seemed to both calm her and excite her. When I casually mentioned to Peek-Dog that I had a slutty little female pet who liked to show her ass and couldn't keep her hands off of her fat little pussy, he wanted to set up a session that very day and was willing to pay double the regular fee. I told him that she would be in service in my dungeon the following Wednesday and he could see her then. Lindy arrived a half hour before my client, and I showed her into my boudoir. She had never been allowed into my personal space before; and was wide-eyed at the luxurious bed, dressing mirror, Victorian armoire, vanity table, spa bathroom, and other feminine accoutrements. I handed her a parcel that had arrived in the mail a couple days earlier. It was her costume for the session. She would wear a short kinky French maid costume with a garter belt and lace top stockings, but no panties underneath. I instructed her to dress in her costume and wait in the boudoir for me. I would cue her to come out into the dungeon by putting some music on. Her role was to play housemaid and walk around dusting and polishing my dungeon equipment. If Peek-Dog looked up her skirt, she was to completely ignore him. Pretend he wasn't there. When it was time to stop playing doggy and start paddling, she was to leave the dungeon and retire to the boudoir where she would carry out the rest of her instructions. Peek-Dog arrived and was eagerly looking around for another girl. I told him that my housemaid was cleaning my boudoir and would be out to clean the dungeon shortly, and he should just ignore her presence and be a good dog. I put his collar on him and retired to a small chaise I keep in my dungeon with a magazine. He started his doggy routine and followed Lindy around, sneaking peeks up her skirt every time he felt I was not watching him. Lindy knew he was looking at her ass and bent over a few times in the course of her cleaning, making sure he got a perfect view. I made a big show of "catching" him looking up her skirt, and said that he would have to be punished. I sent Lindy to the boudoir and securely tied Peek-Dog to the padded table. I started to warm him up with the paddle and Lindy made her next move and came out to tell me that there was an urgent telephone call for me. I told her to put away the doggy scene props while I took the call in the boudoir. Chrysania Rose: Installment 02 She had been instructed to jiggle around and show her ass a few more times and then notice him looking and ask if he liked what he saw. And then once he responded, she was to give him a full tit and ass show and then tell him how hot it made her to show herself to him and then masturbate in front of him. I would then come out of the boudoir and "catch" them and paddle her in front of him and then paddle him. I watched through the small two way mirror in my boudoir as Lindy pranced around pretending to reach up for items up high while the short flouncy skirt rode up high over her wide hips and showed her still-pink from punishment ass. On cue, she teasingly asked him if he liked what he saw. Of course he did, and that seemed to fuel her on. She pulled the shoulders of her blouse down and lifted her breasts out of her dress and played with them a little. And then hitched up her skirt and flashed her pussy. She twirled a few times to make her skirt fly up and then as if choreographed, she fell down onto the chaise next to the table he was on. She told him that showing her body to him made her feel like such a nasty little slut and it made her so hot that she couldn't stand it anymore. She leaned back and pulled the skirt up around her waist and popped her tits out of the top. She went to work on herself without hesitation. This time she took her own initiative to put on quite a show. She lifted her tits up with one hand and flicked her tongue across her nipples and ground her hips around and around while her other hand worked her slick pussy and swollen clit. Peek-Dog was staring transfixed at the sight. I wondered if he was remembering to breathe. I was staring as well. The lace of the stocking tops framed her luscious pink pussy and I noticed that her nipples were the same cotton candy shade of pink. I started to wonder if they tasted as sweet as they looked. Before she could cum, I finished the scene by "catching" them in the act. I made her bend over the chaise and I paddled her ass until it was bright cherry red. And then sent her to the boudoir (where I am sure she spent the next few minutes furiously fingering herself to orgasm). I told Peek-Dog that he was a loathsome dirty man to take advantage of my housemaid knowing what a little slut she was and how she couldn't help herself when men looked at her. He must have been very satisfied because he didn't notice the extra "oomph" in the paddling one bit. Once he was gone, I called Lindy back out into the dungeon and told her that she had earned the right to service and pleasure her mistress. She would spend the next several hours being instructed in how to be a body slave and a boudoir toy. First, I had Lindy strip naked and brush her long silky hair and clean herself up from her earlier activities. Then she was to start the water in my garden tub, adding the right amount of fragrant oil, and then light the candles and dim the lights. Once the bathwater had been drawn, I instructed her to undress me slowly and gently, being careful not to damage my dungeon attire. While I soaked in the tub, she knelt by the side, awaiting my orders. On my command and instruction, she used a soft velvety sponge and rich imported bath soap to clean every inch of my body. Underneath the crease of my ample belly, beneath my heavy breasts, between my cushy thighs, especially between my cushy thighs. When I was clean, I had her tenderly pat my body dry, lifting my belly and breasts to get underneath them. Once I was dry, she was made to kneel before me and massage fragrant lotion into my skin. Her soft hands lingered on my breasts and waist. She shyly looked up and blushed at me when I lifted my leg and placed my foot up on the vanity chair so that she could have access to my ass and inner thighs. I reached down and raised my heavy belly up so that she could lotion the tender skin underneath. Her fingers gently brushed the silky hair fringing my already dampening pussy. Once I was clean, dry, and fragrantly lotioned, I sat at my vanity table and told Lindy how to unpin my hair and brush it out until it shone sleek against my shoulders. I sent her to take the coverlet off of the bed and mound all the pillows up into a big nest in the center of the headboard. I climbed in, and reclined back into the downy comfort. Lindy feasted her eyes on my nude body. I casually shifted my hips and stretched like a cat, flashing my pussy as I crossed and uncrossed my legs, and asked her if she liked what she saw. She said that she worshiped her mistress and was grateful to be allowed to serve such a goddess. I have never met or even heard of a sweet young thing who had such an attraction for a supersize woman. But the only thing that concerned me was at the moment was that she did and that she was mine for the using. I was relaxed and aroused and very much wanting to have Lindy bury her sweet doll-face between my pale cushy thighs. I asked her if she was ready to pleasure her mistress and she begged to do so. I instructed her to put some sexy undulating music in the sound system and dance for me in the candlelight. She swayed her hips and waved her arms and danced seductively for me at the foot of my bed while sensually stroking her ample rolls and curves. I absently stroked my breasts and squirmed against the soft bed. I beckoned her forward and had her climb on the bed and kneel next to me. I taught her how to tease and tantalize. I had her use her long soft hair to caress my body from face to feet, and gently stroke my body with her hands and soft cheek before moving on to my hot spots. I showed her how to gently knead my breasts and roll the nipples between her fingers and tug on them hard enough to make me gasp but not so hard as to hurt. I pulled her on top of me so that she was straddling my hips. While she kneaded my breasts and gently tugged at my nipples, I held her down against me and slowly rotated my hips so that our fat pussy mounds rubbed against each other. The subtle soft pressure was maddening. Lindy's breasts were heaving from her heavy breaths, and my pussy was aching with arousal. I brought her face forward and kissed those plush candy lips, sucking on the bottom one and giving it a gentle bite. She had on sweet fruity gloss and tasted like heaven. Lindy sighed and took my breast in her hand and then looked up at me, her eyelids heavy and her lips slightly parted. I pulled her face towards my breasts and let her knead the pillowy soft flesh and lick, suck, and tug at my hard pink nipples while I ran my fingers through her hair. I asked her if she had ever gone down on a woman and she admitted to having experimented with girls back in school. I pulled a long thick vibrator out of the nightstand and told her that I liked to be fucked while being eaten. She worked her way from my tits, across the round mound of my belly, to my pussy. With one hand she spread my lips open to expose my wet pink inner flower to her mouth. With the other, she slipped the fat vibe into my tight hole and started slowly twisting it and sliding it in and out. As I had instructed her to do, she started by kissing my pussy like a mouth. Using her lips to gently tug and suck on my labia and darting her tongue around the shaft of the vibe as she worked it in my tight hot hole. Once I was thoroughly warmed up, she started circling the tip of her tongue round and around the tiny bump of my clit, working her way in towards it in ever tightening spirals. When she finally flicked the tip of her tongue over my clit, I moaned and squirmed beneath her and pushed my hips up to meet her face. She moaned too and started fucking me deeper and harder with the vibe. I told her that I liked it hard and fast and deep and one day she would be allowed to fuck me with a big thick strap-on. Just the thought of a thick plastic cock jutting out from between her plump juicy thighs nearly put me over the edge. I was getting close and started playing with my nipples, which was her cue to stop circling my clit with her tongue and to start gently sucking on it like a little nipple. She pulled that hot little button between her plush pink lips and added a few flicks of soft slick tongue between sucks. She told me that I tasted so good and she wanted to eat me forever. I thought it would be exquisitely decadent to have her lick whipped cream off of my pussy and filed that fantasy away for future reference. The vibe was starting to overpower me, so I had her pull it out and work on my whole pussy with her mouth. Her slick tongue thrust in and out of my sore swollen hole. She was fucking me with her tongue and it felt incredible. She ran her mouth up and down the outside my slit and snaked the tip of her tongue just between the fat puffy lips. By that time I was aching to cum and told her it was time to finish. She let her tongue go soft and lapped at my clit like she was licking an ice cream cone. It was slick and velvety and soft. And it felt so fucking good. While she lapped at my clit, I sucked and pinched my nipples, and started to involuntarily thrust my hips upward into Lindy's warm waiting mouth, bringing myself even closer to climax. She slipped her finger into my pussy and started to gently finger my g-spot which put me completely over the edge. When I started to cum, Lindy sucked my clit up between her soft wet lips and rolled it around ever so gently. I jerked my hips up and ground my pussy against her sweet face and moaned and cried out and told her to keep going. She sucked my clit back up between those plush candy-doll lips and made soft whimpering sounds as she brought me to orgasm over and over again with her mouth and her finger. My pussy was in wild spasms, gripping around her finger like it was a slim little cock and I thrust my hips up into her face over and over and over as I came. When I was through climaxing, Lindy lay next to me and held me and told me that I was her goddess and she was grateful for the honor of pleasuring me and my pussy tasted sweeter than the sweetest fruit and she could eat it every minute of every day. She tenderly stroked my hair and let me regain my composure. Once I had recovered from our lovemaking, she fetched a soft cloth from the bathroom and ever so tenderly wiped my pussy clean and gave the outside of it one last kiss. She knelt by the bed and asked if there was anything else she could do to serve me. I told her she had served me well, and she could set out my robe and slippers and be dismissed for the night. She extinguished the candles and straightened up the boudoir without being asked before letting herself out. She made an exceptionally nice little dungeon pet. Mid-term exams were coming up and that gave me just over a week to devise some fantasy scenarios where I could use and abuse her sexy fat body. I knew she liked to show it off and had an idea of how we I could use that to my advantage. Also, no matter what happened next time, I was determined to get into her sweet little pussy and taste those cotton candy pink nipples and nether-lips for myself. Chrysania Rose: Installment 03 Installment three: Three's A Party Couples' sessions are among my favorite (and least favorite) scenes. Half the time they try and negotiate a threesome with me during the proceedings and the scene goes cold when the no-sex-with-clients boundary is enforced. And most of the rest are not on the same page as each other. Sometimes the man has the fantasy of being dominated by a pro, and the woman puts the brakes on that fantasy unless she can come along and supervise and make sure nothing happens that she doesn't approve of. Other times the man has the fantasy of watching his woman being dominated by another woman, and she goes along because she wants to please him, but I can tell from the start that it is really not her thing. Sometimes, they have seen domination videos or read a kink magazine or seen a late night cable television show depicting BDSM activities; and think that it might spice up their marriage, but get a massive case of "Dungeon Shock" as soon as they walk in. Very rarely is it the woman's idea. However, on a few occasions I have had women be enthusiastic about the session because they want to learn the tricks of the trade to use back at home in the privacy of their bedroom. But only in a handful of cases, are both the man and woman into the idea and want a true dominance experience. When those kinds of couples find their way to my dungeon, it's pure magic, especially when the woman is an attractive BBW or SSBBW. The following account is of one of those magical sessions when all three of us clicked and made some real sparks fly in the dungeon. David made the call. He got my name from a regular who visits my dungeon whenever he's in town on business. My regular is involved in both the local BBW/FA scene and the local BDSM scene back in the Midwestern city he comes from. He and David met at a BBW Halloween bash, where David and his wife attended as master and slave. Sharing similar interests, they became friends, and when my regular heard that David and his wife were coming my way on a vacation, he gave me a glowing recommendation. Before working with a couple, I like to talk to both the man and the woman to make sure that they are both going into it consensually and with knowledge of just what kinds of things happen in a dungeon. David explained to me that he had always been turned on by BDSM and slowly introduced it to his wife, Kat, while they were dating. She seemed to also be interested in the magazines and videos he brought home and was more than happy to dress in fetish attire for him when they took turns dominating each other in the bedroom. Kat pretty much said the same thing, adding the fact that while they often traded roles, she preferred to be dominated more than she enjoyed dominating David. Their experience ran towards bondage and spanking and moderate flogging, mixed in with sexual servitude and humiliation on Kat's part. They occasionally attended BDSM events together, but only as spectators. They were not lightweights, but not into extreme scenes either. They were hoping to test their boundaries and maybe take their experience to a whole new level in my dungeon. I think they also wanted permission to play a little harder and to experiment with rougher play in a safe, controlled atmosphere. Kat and David are both large people, and David asked if that would be a problem, would my dungeon equipment accommodate them? Would it accommodate them? Oh but yes it would... He also asked if they could have sex during their session. Maybe they could? Maybe they couldn't? It all depended on my mood. While David was the more dominant half of the couple, I was the queen of my dungeon, and I had not decided how to run the session yet. About a week after the appointment was finalized, Kat called and asked me where she could order some really hot fetish wear their sizes. I found out that not only was Kat a large woman, she was a SSBBW, and a rather apple shaped one at that! I gave her the information for my favorite website that sells such wares and told her to pick something with easy access, for both of them. She giggled like a teenager and told me that she couldn't wait to meet me. She also confided that she and David had been discussing their fantasies in bed and having some really hot sex in anticipation of their vacation. A frisky fat couple to play with! Yummy! I also took the opportunity to talk to Kat about her fantasies and preferences while I had her alone on the telephone. Submissive partners will not discuss their needs and wants in front of the dominant partner. But, when I work with a couple, it isn't all about the dominant half, but also about the submissive half. And especially if the sub is a woman, I really want her to get something pleasurable out of the experience. Female prejudice I suppose. I talked to Kat about their previous play sessions and what she wanted to happen in the dungeon. She said that she really gets off to feeling helpless, objectified, used, and humiliated. She also enjoys a bit of pain, especially around her nipples and nether regions. I asked her if she felt David would get into being dominated as well. She said he would, as he asks her to switch and dominate him occasionally. The problem is that she is just too submissive to really dominate him properly and winds up just doing a bit of tie and tease as foreplay. And she senses that he would like to take it farther, but she just doesn't have it in her to comply. I told her that I would have no problem coming up with a session that was mutually enjoyable for the pair of them, and asked her what her feelings about being kinky with another woman were. She said that one of the fantasies that she and David have discussed revolved around her being forced to take pleasure from other people, including other women. She said that they weren't looking for a threesome, and I reassured her that I was not offering a threesome, but needed to know that it would not freak her out to have me physically interacting with her on a fairly intimate level. She said that she was interested in broadening her horizons and pushing her boundaries, and whatever I felt she could handle, she trusted my judgment. With that, I bid her a safe and happy journey and made plans to meet them after they had arrived in my city and got settled into their hotel. The evening before their session, I met them both at the coffee shop down the street from their hotel for a face-to-face meeting. What a darling couple they were! Both were in their early thirties. David is typical beefy Midwestern stock. He was about six feet tall, with blondish short hair, ruddy complexion, and a babyish face. He probably played football in his younger days, and wound up a big man; broad shouldered and barrel shaped with a bit of belly squeezed over the top of his belt. Kat was average height, and had a sweet smile. Very demure and quiet, and obviously passive and submissive by the way she sat back and watched David and I talk instead of joining the conversation. Kat was built as I imagined her. She was a fair-haired Venus with a big round apple shaped body, smallish arms and legs, and heavy breasts which drooped slightly and rested on the top of her belly like it was a shelf. Her face was round. She had at least one extra chin. Her butt was on the smallish side; her hips slim inside her stretchy knit outfit. Her light brown curly hair tended towards unruliness as it brushed the top of her shoulders, and her overall appearance was subdued and slightly frumpy. Not much makeup, nondescript hairstyle, common mass-market catalog knitwear clothing. I have to confess, Kat was a bit mousy, but with a rosy cheeked round face and a bit of mischief in her eyes when she smiled. The coffee date was purely social. To see if they gave off any really weird vibes in person and to make sure that they understood exactly what they were going to be doing the following night. Payment had already been made ahead of time, so there were no tacky business details to discuss. We merely got to know each other on a friendly level, so that when time came for their dungeon session, there would be no awkward period of getting to know each other. I left them with directions to my humble abode and an order to both of them not to have sex that night or in the morning. I wanted them well and truly horny by the time they handed themselves over to my control. The day of the session, I had my She-Pet come by and prepare the dungeon. Lindy had some studying to do before her exam that evening, but begged to be allowed to stay and watch and assist me if need be. I told her no, that it would greatly displease me if she slacked off in her studies. But after the session, I would be entertaining a gentleman friend in my boudoir, and she could clean the dungeon while I received my pleasure. She whined that she could pleasure me better than any gentleman friend, and I had to give her a very hard paddling to make my point. She left in tears, her bottom lip jutted out like a pouting child. While using her to relieve the sexual tension following a hot session was a very attractive idea, I didn't want her to get any ideas in her head that she was special. After all, Lindy is just a pet... a sexy little fat college co-ed pet who eats pussy like a fiend, but still just a pet. And besides, it had been a while since I took a pounding from a big hard cock, so I had already arranged for a special gentleman friend of mine to come by after the session and help me "decompress" as it were. After Lindy left, I had a couple of hours to retire to my boudoir, listen to some music, and prepare myself mentally for the session. I went over in my mind, the way I wanted things to play out, and came up with a loose little script to follow. I had a glass of champagne (one of my guilty pleasures) and a long soak in the bath before dressing in my dungeon attire. Sometimes Lindy dresses me, but that night I took care of such mundane things myself. I put on a fairly nondescript outfit. Kat was the star of the show that night, and I had no designs on upstaging her, especially in David's eyes. I had seen him look at me when he thought I was not paying attention during coffee. He was already taking liberties in his mind, and I was not going to feed into his fantasies any further until I had a good use for them. I put on a black lace body suit, a long black vinyl skirt with slits up the sides, a vinyl sleeveless top, black leather boots, and black vinyl gloves. I pulled my hair back on the sides, but let it hang free in back. I applied crimson red lipstick and severe black eyeliner and checked the effect in the simulated candlelight of the dungeon, in front of the mirror on the armoire. It was very nice... sexy, exotic, gothic, and a little dangerous; but still very covered up and modest. I double-checked the preparations Lindy had made, set the CD player to loop through a special mix of mood setting music, and re-arranged a few more items to give a little more room in the center of my dungeon. With three large people moving about, there needed to be plenty of elbow, hip, and tummy room. My "script" required a few pieces of specialty furniture to set the stage. An adjustable bondage chair which David would spend some time secured to, an adjustable spanking bench which I would be able to drape Kat across, and two high-backed chairs. I placed the two chairs in front of my throne, about five feet apart. Then, I checked the little table of items I had Lindy lay out for me. Among other things; there were several lengths of fine steel chain, a handful of clip-connectors, a thin silk scarf, a flogger, a pair of nipple clamps, a stack of towels from the changing room, and a bag with a special item I had Lindy purchase on her way to the dungeon. The doorbell rang, and I checked the security camera to make sure that it was David and Kat. They had arrived in a nondescript rental car, and stood in my small courtyard, shifting from side to side on their feet, and looking quite nervous. Kat had a shopping bag from a local tourist attraction in her hand and David had his hands in his jeans pockets. I buzzed them into the foyer and led them down the hall to my dungeon. I let them have a quick look at the setup and then showed them to the small dressing room and bathroom combination where they could get into whatever outfits Kat had ordered for the occasion. I said that they had exactly five minutes to change, and then they were to approach my throne and sit on the chairs in front of it. I climbed up onto the platform which held my throne-chair and sat waiting for them. I heard the rustling of clothes and a few giggles and the sound of large bodies thumping against the narrow walls of the small room. They emerged from the changing room, David in the lead, with Kat following closely behind. Kat had certainly thought the whole thing out and they obviously splurged on their costumes for the evening. David had on a pair of leather shorts, built in the same manner as bike shorts, except with a snap open pouch like a codpiece at the crotch. On top, he had a mesh muscle shirt. And as beefy as he is, he did have some muscles on his shoulders and upper arms. He also had a thick steel chain around his neck as a necklace and a couple of spiky biker type rings on his fingers. A catalog Dom for sure! Kat had on a short black leather skirt which barely covered her drooping round belly. On top, she had a black leather bra with snap closures up top to allow the cups to drop open. To complete her look, she had a leather slave collar around her neck, a pair of black thigh high stockings on her legs, and a pair of black fuck-me pumps on her feet. I pointed at the chairs and ordered them to sit. They looked warily at me, at each other, and around the dungeon. I immediately went into Domme mode and ordered Kat to approach my throne. I asked her what the hell she was wearing on her bottom half, since I had explicitly ordered her to wear clothes with easy access to her nether regions. She blushed and shyly commented that the skirt was just for show, and she had leather snap-crotch panties on underneath. I had her approach closer and lift her skirt to show me. She had to inch the skirt up over her belly and after it flopped down against her pelvis, I could barely see the panties she described. I told her that would do, but she had not obeyed my instructions properly and would be punished for it. I told her to cover herself and go sit back down until I was ready for her again. Unsure of his role in the proceedings, David sat nervously on his chair, his right leg bouncing slightly. I used my "obey me" voice to order David to stand and approach my throne. I ordered him to turn around and show himself to me. At first he was not quite sure about the situation. I believe he came into the session expecting to be Top Dog in the Dungeon. I told him that the evening would be spent with both of them under my complete control. If they obeyed well, they would be allowed to have their pleasure release at the end of the evening. If not, all they would experience would be the sting of my flogger and the even sharper sting of my words. I sent David back to his seat and reminded them about the rules of my dungeon. I had them repeat their safe words, and made sure that they were both consenting to what was about to happen. Satisfied that we were all in the right frame of mind, I went to work on them. I picked up my flogger and walked in figure eights around their chairs, slapping the tails of the flogger against the vinyl of my skirt, and clicking the heels of my boots on the floor. I talked about pain and pleasure and control and submission. And how with proper training and guidance, one can explore their sexual psyche and expand their boundaries. As I passed Kat, I reached out and stroked the hair off of the back of her neck. She gasped and straightened up in the chair. I wheeled around on her and grabbed her hair in my hand and firmly turned her to face me. I crouched down to just above her eye level, and pulled her face very close to mine. I told her that she was to be my plaything for the evening. And that I was very much looking forward to whipping her ass and roughing up her big floppy tits and making her dance for me in her slutty little costume. And if I ordered her to do it, she would lick my boots and crawl on her hands and knees for me. And if I wanted to, I could even pick up the phone and call some friends over who enjoyed a taste of a fresh new slave. And on my word, strange men would be shoving their cocks into her ass and her mouth, and strange women would be biting and sucking her nipples and ramming big fat dildos into her pussy. Kat whimpered and blushed furiously. Tiny shiny beads of perspiration were glistening above her upper lip, and her chest was heaving with the depth of her breathing. David sat and stared, a bulge starting to form in the pouch of his shorts. I shook her hair out of my hand and walked to David and stood between his knees and looked down at him with my flogger casually flipped up across my shoulder. I said that I bet he would enjoy watching strange men defile his wife, while strange women forced her to take their pleasure. That he was just the kind of nasty bastard that enjoyed such things. And that I could tell he picked her for a partner because while she looked so sweet and demure on the outside, she was nothing but a horny slut on the inside, who needed to be used and punished and humiliated. I asked him if he wanted to see Kat be used and punished and humiliated by me. He said that he did. I said fine then, you will have your show. I reached out and grabbed the chain around his neck and led him up from his chair towards the bondage chair I had set up in the dungeon, and ordered him to sit. He was getting into it, I could tell by the fact that his dick was so hard that the pouch on his shorts was gaping open between the snaps. From what I could see, he had a decently sized one too. I had already decided that they would get their pleasure release, although on my terms. I was looking forward to seeing that cock of his in its full glory. But all in good time, as it was time for Kat to expand her horizons and push her boundaries. I hopped up onto the spanking bench and crossed my ankles casually and ordered Kat to come entertain us. She wobbled across the dungeon on those high heels. I had her stand between David and I, and I told her to dance like the slut she is. She took a few mincing steps and self-consciously swayed to the music playing in the background. I reached out and swatted her with my flogger and told her that she looked like a limp rag doll. I told her that I expected something sexier than that, and that I wanted to see her move her body like she moved it in bed. She started jutting her hips and ass and stroking her hands over her body and swinging her hair as she stepped and swayed. I told her to lift up her skirt and show me her belly and her panties. She slowly inched the skirt up as she circled her hips around and around. After the skirt was bunched up around her waist, she rubbed her hands on her belly, and playfully kneaded and squeezed the soft pillowy flesh. I ordered her to go dance just for David. I got off the bench and walked over to David, and stood behind him and grasped his wrists firmly behind his back with my hands. I bent over so that my hair brushed his shoulder and whispered into his ear while Kat danced for him. I told him that she was a hot piece of ass, and how I liked women almost as much as I liked men, and that if they were locals, I would take her and make her my pet and have her pleasure me whenever I so desired. I told him that I bet he liked to rub her big belly and play with her big soft tits. I told him that I knew that he wanted to watch me punish her, and use her, and treat her like the naughty slut she is. He just shook his head yes, eyes transfixed on his wife, who was dancing a dance of pure lust and longing, just a few feet in front of him.