I worshipped the ground my girlfriend walked on and even though she knew it she never really abused the way I was so enamored by her. It seemed to me that I could not buy her enough gifts, help her enough and in the bedroom, please her enough. She was a rock solid runner who lifted weights and watched what she ate. Her stomach muscles were more defined than mine and she could do more crunches than I could. Most of the time we spent together somehow involved athletics and when we went out to dinner we only ate at healthy places. We were made for each other. At least that is what I thought.

This is not some sob story to tell you how my dream woman broke up with me and broke my heart. On the contrary, I am the one who broke her heart. We did a marathon together and after the race I started feeling different. I first noticed it in the bedroom. As I ran my hands along her body I suddenly found the lack of shape in her body and the hard muscles to be less than appealing. I found it difficult to get aroused and finally said, “Do you ever wish you had a little more meat on you?”

She sat up and pushed me back off of her and said, “Is that what is bothering you tonight? You suddenly wish I had breasts? Honey, you knew I was a fitness nut and loved that about me. Why do you suddenly wish I had body fat?”

I suppressed the feelings and right before I made love to her I said, “I was just thinking out loud wondering if you regret the lifestyle choices we made.”

She said, “Not at all baby. I love the way I’m built.”

For the first time ever when I told her I loved the way she was built too I was lying. The next few weeks things got worse and they happened pretty quick too. When we were making love I would close my eyes and pretend she had big huge breasts and a big ass. Finally one day she looked down at me while she was on top and noticed I was making a breast sucking motion with my mouth. She got upset and said, “What the hell are you doing?”

I tried to lie but she saw through it and said, “If you wanted a woman with breasts why did you start dating me?”

She climbed off of me, started getting dressed and said, “Why don’t we spend a few days apart so you can sort out what you really want.”

I said, “No don’t go.” But I didn’t really mean it. I decided I wanted a woman with bigger features. I needed a woman I could grab onto in the bedroom.

The very next day a woman called me and asked me if she could hire me to train her for a marathon. I asked her if she had ever run a 10K or a half-marathon and when she said no I told her she wasn’t ready to make that kind of commitment. She said, “Actually I am just the kind of challenge you have been looking for. When can you see me?”

I never accepted someone into my training program who was not already a fit runner but when she said that I seemed to switch to autopilot. I said, “Yes you are right, you are just the kind of challenge I have been looking for. I can see you as soon as possible.”

The woman said, “Okay, I will come by your office this evening at 6 PM.”

The woman arrived promptly at 6 PM and rang the bell to my office. I was too cheap to keep an admin and I hated unannounced visitors so people had to ring a bell to get into my office. I went to the door and when I opened it feelings I had never felt before flooded into my mind and body. Standing before me was a tall, dark, overweight woman of possibly Indian or Pakistani descent. She was already wearing running clothes and her running top clearly could not contain the massive breasts she had. My first thought was that I felt as if we had met before. My second thought was that there was no way she was ever going to run a marathon. My final thought was that she looked very much like the make believe woman I had been fantasizing about.

It did not occur to me but I was standing at my door smiling at her and feeling quite smitten by her beauty and her body. She finally broke the awkward silence and said, “May I come in?”

I felt stupid like a kid in the hallway in middle school who first sees the girl of his dreams. I tripped over my own feet backing up to motion her in as I said, “Yes please. I’m sorry for not inviting you in. I am just accustomed to getting seasoned runners.”

The woman stood in my makeshift reception area and said, “So I guess you are accustomed to seeing fake boobs and stomach muscles instead of a nice full figured woman with big real boobs like these?”

I was wearing running shorts and a t-shirt and could not hide my obvious desire and arousal. I felt my jaw drop as I said, “No, I haven’t ever seen real boobs like those in this office.”

She smiled at my obvious arousal and then said, “You mean you haven’t ever seen real breasts like these in your life.”

I stared at them now unable to tear my eyes away and said, “Yes, I mean I haven’t ever seen real breast like those in my life.”

She said, “I see that Brad likes Kamani’s breasts. Shut the door to your office and I’ll show you the rest.”

I turned to shut the door and when I turned back around Kamani had removed her shirt and exposed her full inviting breasts to my virgin eyes. I felt as if I had seen them before. They were exactly what I had been fantasizing about since I had first started finding myself losing my attraction to my ex-girlfriend. I fell to my knees and said, “I have dreamt of you for the past few weeks. How did you find me? How did you know?”

She took two steps towards me and said, “No questions slave. Just play with my breasts and please me. All of this will soon make sense to you.”

She stood before me and pulled my face between her breasts. Her perfume, the scent of Indian spices and her soft intoxicating breasts were all too familiar. As I sucked on them I suddenly had a vision of being in a tent, on a table, on my back, with Kamani’s breasts in my mouth. The vision left my mind as she pulled on my ears and said, “Lick my pussy slave. I love when you lick my pussy.”

I kissed her fat brown stomach as I made my way down to her pussy. As I was kissing I wondered why she said she loved when I licked her pussy as if I had done it before. As I licked her pussy she said, “Kiss my pussy like you did last time.”

I wanted to ask her how she knew about my little trick of kissing a woman’s pussy when memories suddenly flooded my mind. I saw Kamani on a table, spread eagle with me on my knees kissing and licking her pussy. I was in a tent and I could hear voices around me but only cared about her pleasure. Then it all came back to me.

I had run the marathon with my girlfriend and after the race she was tired and wanted to take a nap. I had wanted a sports massage so I had wandered down to the post race massage tents to get one. My masseuse was Kamani. My mind left my office and my current attempt to satisfy the goddess who I was kneeling before and returned to the day of the marathon.

I had gone into the tent hoping for a muscular fit masseuse and had been disappointed to find a heavy set woman. I paid her and when I tried to make small talk she said, “Please don’t speak sir. I find my customers can relax much more when they just let the warmth of the sun through the canvas soothe their tired minds as my hands and my oil soothe their aching muscles. Just relax and enjoy the massage. If there needs to be any talking then I will talk. Deal?”

I agreed and she went to work. As she massaged each part of my body she had me imagine it floating on a cloud and melting into a soft pool of jello. I had experienced a lot of sports massages but 15 minutes into my massage I realized I had never been more relaxed in my life. As she worked on my neck and face muscles she leaned over and put her face just inches from mine. I tried to ask her what she was doing but I was just too relaxed to speak. Then she said, “Don’t speak. You are too relaxed to do anything unless I tell you to do it. I just like to look into a man’s eyes as he succumbs to my hypnotic massage. When I count backwards from five to one your eyes will be closed and you will go into a nice hypnotic trance for me.”

I felt my eyes close as she counted but did not feel as if I had given her control of my mind in anyway. That was until she had removed her shirt and placed her breasts in my face. They just sat on my face and she made no attempt to put her nipples in my mouth. Instead she just said, “From this day forth you will crave these breasts and will no longer find thin athletic women attractive. My breasts will haunt your dreams and your fantasies and the day you see them again will be the happiest day in your life. Now tell me what you crave my hypnotized slave.”

To my shock and dismay I immediately replied, “I crave your breasts master.”

She said, “I am your mistress and goddess but not your master.”

I said, “Yes mistress.”

She said, “We only have a few minutes left in your massage and I want my pussy licked. But first tell me slave, do you have a girlfriend or fiancée?”

After telling her I had a girlfriend she said, “Each day you spend with her you will find yourself becoming less and less enchanted with her. My breasts will constantly enter your mind and your frail little girlfriend will seem inadequate to you. Do you understand slave?”

I said, “Yes mistress. I understand.”

She said, “You understand and will obey.”

Without any resistance I replied, “I understand and will obey.”

Kamani had me go down on her right there in the massage tent and then she sat up. She said, “Look at my breasts slave. I don’t know when or where but you will see these again and when you do you will know that you belong to me. You won’t know why but you will find me completely irresistible and will submit to my will as soon as you see me. When you leave this tent you will only remember receiving a massage from a nameless faceless masseuse. You will not remember giving me oral sex, you will not remember being hypnotized nor will you even remember me. Do you understand slave?”

I said yes so she said, “What do you do for work slave?”

I said, “I train runners for their first marathon and run a private training facility.”

She said, “Perfect. When you receive a call from a potential client who informs you that she is just the kind of challenge you have been looking for you will immediately try to schedule an appointment with her.”

I remember staring at her breasts swearing to myself that I would not forget our encounter. I was wrong. As soon as I left that tent I only had a foggy memory of my massage and went back to my hotel room for a nap. When I awoke from my nap I had my newfound desire for big dark breasts. Specifically, I had my newfound desire for Kamani.

My mind returned to my office as pussy juice began to flow over my face. I now knew I had been hypnotized into this exact situation. Somehow this knowledge did not relieve me of my intense desire to submit to her nor did it suddenly make me long for my old girlfriend. Kamani pulled my face away and said, “Enough slave, I cannot take any more pleasure right now. Are you ready to live out the fantasy you have been having the last few weeks?”

Kamani pushed me onto my back and as she climbed on top of me she said, “You have dreamed of my breasts dangling in your face as I pinned you into a helpless submissive position and screwed your brains out, haven’t you?”

As she started to ride me and I realized I had never been happier in my life I said, “I’m confused. I mean you hypnotized me, I know you hypnotized me, but I still feel.”

She put her hand over my mouth and said, “You ask too many questions. Just close your eyes and enjoy the pleasure.”

My eyes closed as I responded, “Yes mistress, I will obey.”

It was no use to resist and I didn’t really want to. Whatever she had done to me in that tent was permanent and I was enjoying every minute of it. When I finally came I almost passed out from the pleasure. I threw my arms around her and said, “I think I’m in love.”

She said, “I know you are slave.”

I said, “When do you want to start your training for the marathon?”

Kamani laughed at me and said, “Oh honey you are so naïve. I only used that as a ploy to get into your office so I could trigger the post hypnotic suggestions I gave you. I will leave the long distance running to you. My exercise will be from dominating my new slave. Now get your clothes back on so you can take me to my favorite Indian restaurant.”

I quickly jumped up and started getting dressed and as I did I replied, “Yes mistress, I must obey.”

Kamani said, “As much as I enjoy hearing those words I should have told you earlier that you will not address me as mistress or say that you will obey when we are in public settings. I am simply Kamani to you. Is that clear?”

I said, “Yes mistress.”

Kamani smiled and said, “I think I am really going to enjoy having you as my new slave.”

All I could do was smile back and hope my new mistress treated me well because I knew I would endure anything and do anything to win her satisfaction. For some reason that knowledge made me happy. We never would run a marathon together but we had many marathon love making sessions and that was much better than 26.2 grueling miles.