“Are you still stroking your cock?”
“Yes mistress.”
“Are you close to cumming?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“You are pathetic. Take your hands off your cock and listen to me.”
I stopped masturbating and waited for her to continue. It took a while.
“You need to answer the next questions honestly. I realize you are drunk and have no inhibitions. I am going to ask you the same questions tomorrow when you are sober. Do you want a girlfriend who will fulfill all of your fetishes?”
The answer to that was and is “Yes” and I said so.
“Can you handle a dominant girlfriend who is fat?”
This surprised me. I was uncomfortable discussing this. I liked Melissa and verbally and emotionally and even physically I liked her and was turned on by her. Having a very fat girlfriend was difficult to consider.
I answered, “yes but it is difficult for me.”
“Why? And be honest!”
That was a very tough question and really did not want to hurt her feelings. I was too slow with a reply.
“Stop thinking about it. I want you to be honest. I am fat. I am always going to be fat. You need to face that fact and tell me what you think. I can help you make all of your fantasies come true, but I need to know how my weight and body make you feel.”
I put caution aside and answered, “You are beautiful. I love talking to you and being around you. I am ashamed to admit that I am embarrassed to have a BBW girlfriend. I am so sorry. I want to date you. You arouse me mentally, and physically and I love the fact that you are so open with all my many fetishes and seem to accept me. That is so amazing. I am so sorry! I wish it were different.”
“Stroke you cock. Get close to an orgasm and tell me when you are close.”
I sped up my ministrations and when I was on the edge of an orgasm, I typed, “I am close.”
Her reply was instantaneous. “Slow down, keep yourself close to cumming and tell me, would it humiliate you to be in public with me as your very dominant fat girlfriend?”
On the verge of cumming I typed “yes Mistress.”
“Would you like that?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Ok. Friday we are going out. I am going to be a bitch dominant and I am going to humiliate you. Do you agree?”
“Yes mistress.”
“Do you want to cum tonight?”
I was so close and so horny, “Yes mistress”.
“Ok. Call me on the phone and beg me to humiliate you and let you cum.”
I was not expecting that, and I did not want to call her. I was hoping she was going to tell me to cum while chatting. I was so horny that I would do anything though, so I grabbed my phone and called her.
She answered, “Hi sweetie. Beg me to cum”.
“Please may I cum Mistress?”
“Not yet. First you are going to tell me more about what would turn you on, on our date this Friday. Keep stroking yourself and tell me what would humiliate you this Friday.”
I was slow to respond, and she didn’t pause long.
“You better answer and give me a long list to humiliate you with or you will not be cumming tonight.”
This spurned me on, and I started vomiting anything that came to mind.
“Would you order for me and not let me make any decisions?”
“Easy. Go on.”
“You could feed me and make me lick your nails.”
“You mean my nails that are too short to arouse you.”
“I’m sorry mistress.”
“Would it humiliate you if I was overly affectionate and made you kiss me a lot?”
“Yes Mistress. This always makes me uncomfortable with anyone.”
“Come on. These are easy. Tell me something really humiliating. Something that will really turn you on. Don’t think. Do it quickly or you are not cumming tonight.”
“I blurted out, you could take your wine glass to the bathroom, pee in it and make me drink it.”
“Oh, that is disgusting. Is that safe?”
“I don’t know mistress,” I admitted.
“Ok little one. I want you thank me for letting you cum while you cum. I want you to say thank you my big, beautiful fat mistress. Thank you for letting me cum.”
I was appalled and uncomfortable with this, but I wanted to cum, “Thank you Mistress. Thank you, my big, beautiful fat mistress for letting me cum.”
“Cum! And keep telling me how much you want me and my fat,” she said
I did almost yell. “Thank you, mistress I want your huge body so much. I want your massive thighs wrapped around me. I want your huge belly squishing under me. I want to feel your thighs squeezing me.”
I finished cumming and immediately felt guilty. Guilty about what I had said to her and guilt that I was so turned on by the thought of having sex with her.
She could tell I was a little quiet after. “Well done little one. I am going to enjoy watching how uncomfortable you are dating a fat girl. Sleep well. Tell me thank you one more time and I will let you go.
“Thank you, Mistress. Thank you for letting me cum.”
“You’re welcome. G’nite little one. Please do not cum before Friday. I want you to be submissive and Horny.”
“Yes Mistress. Good night, Mistress.”
I was torn. My orgasm had been huge, but I was ashamed of how guilty I felt. The post orgasm guilt was compounded by the fact that I did not want to date a fat girl, but I was going on a date Friday at the places of her choice, and I was not looking forward to it. I forced myself to clean up, get ready and go to bed.