I was so excited when I opened my new sporting goods store. It was the culmination of a long time dream that became more and more of a dream as I continued to get into new sports. I had only been open a few weeks when Clementine walked into my store and changed my life.
Even though I had only been open for a few weeks I had already figured out that I needed hired help during the weekends and in the evenings but midday I usually saw one or two customers in four to five hour span. It was midday, it was rainy and I hadn’t seen anyone all day nor did I expect to. I was in back arranging my new ski shipment when I heard the bell on the door. I climbed off the ladder and went out to see my customer.
A huge woman was looking at running shoes. She was dressed in semi-business attire and was so heavy that her high-heeled shoes were actually bending under her weight. I pushed aside my initial thoughts of abhorrence and as I walked out I said, “Hi, I’m James the owner, can I help you find something?”
The woman turned around and said, “Hi James, yes you can help me. I want to find a running shoe that can handle my weight. I want to get back into shape.”
Clementine was holding a racing shoe so I said, “That is a racing shoe. It is good for a few uses and then you throw it out. You want a more stable shoe. So how many pounds did you want to lose?”
She said, “You white men are so silly. What makes you think I want to lose weight? I am very comfortable and very confident about my weight. I want to get back into shape, not lose weight. I like my curvy vivacious body.”
Clementine put her hands at her side and wiggled her body as if she was trying to put on some tight fitting outfit. Her enormous body moved side to side and a wave of disgust hit me as I thought, “Why would any woman want to look like that and why would any man be attracted to it?”
As if she read my mind she said, “Believe me James when I say that a lot of men like a woman built like me.”
Without thinking and somewhat caught off guard by such a large woman actually thinking she is desirable to men I said, “Why?”
Clementine looked a little surprised by my question and said, “If you weren’t so sincere I would be offended. But, a sincere question deserves a sincere answer. Go fetch my shoe size and I’ll explain it to you while I try shoes on.”
I went in back to get her size and unbeknownst to me she went up front, locked the door and flipped the sign to Closed. When I returned she was seated on a display table. She said, “Sorry James but I couldn’t fit into those tiny little chairs you have.”
Now I was embarrassed but wasn’t sure why since she was the one who was too big to fit. I said, “I’m sorry Clementine. I’ll look into buying different sized chairs.”
I got on my shoe chair, put her foot on the rubber mat part of my chair and started removing her shoe. She said, “Hmm it feels good to have a man at my feet. That is where men belong.”
Before I could even be nauseated from the insinuation that I was “at her feet” she said, “So I still owe you a sincere answer for your question don’t I? Let me explain by first asking you a question. Do you like small cars or big cars?”
I said, “Big cars of course.”
Clementine said, “And if you’re ordering at your favorite restaurant? Do you want small portions or big portions?”
I saw where she was heading with this analogy and decided to counter. I said, “Just because I like my meals and my cars big does not mean I want everything big. I like smaller skis for better turns, smaller clips on my bike for less wind drag.”
Clementine said, “I see I am not going to be able to reason with you James so I guess I’ll just show you.”
I had been lacing up the shoe I had put on her foot and had not noticed that she had unbuttoned her shirt. Rather than unsnapping her heavy steeled wire bra she had just pulled it down allowing her two mammoth sized breasts to fall out. When she said she would show me I didn’t quite know what she meant so I looked up from the shoe I was working on and said, “How would you show me?”
Then I realized I was looking at the two largest breasts I had ever seen in my life, in person or in photographs. They were so large they had somewhat lost their form and I was just about to tell her that if she didn’t want me to puke she should put them back in her shirt when her foot suddenly came up and kicked the chair I was sitting on. The chair shot out from underneath me so fast that I fell to my knees. As soon as my knees made contact with the ground Clementine’s hands grabbed my head and pulled my face into her breasts. I was afloat in a mass of breast tissue, hot sweaty breast tissue and I was not happy about it. I decided that as soon as I got her off of me I would ask her to leave my store. As it turns out I never really got her off of me.
I was trying to get my hands up to push off of her and release myself from her grasp when she tweaked both of my nipples and said, “You are in breast heaven James. Admit it, you have never had your face in breasts like these. They’re so big I bet you’ve never even imagined breasts like mine. Now stop fighting me and just enjoy my soft mesmerizing breasts. Enjoy the smell of sweat mixed with my Hypnotic Poison. It makes you think of submitting to me on a hot steamy night.”
I didn’t realize it at first but I had stopped fighting and had allowed my hands to drop down to her hips. Each time she squeezed my nipples I squeezed her hips as if I needed to hold on from all the pleasure I was receiving. I hadn’t noticed the perfume before she mentioned it because of the sweat but the sweat mixed with the perfume reminded of me wild sex on a hot steamy night. I tried to conjure up images of all the beautiful women I had been with but when I imagined having sex I suddenly found my imagination going to Clementine and me in bed. For the first time since this whole ordeal had started I realized she was getting desired responses from me. I resolved to not let her get inside my head the way she had so far. My resolution did not last long.
Clementine pulled my head out from between her breasts and pulled my mouth onto one of her nipples. Then she said, “Oh that’s better. I’m winning this battle and you know it but you also know you are helpless to resist me. My tantalizing breasts are just too incredible to resist and you find that you enjoy being on your knees before me as I make you enjoy them. You are enjoying this aren’t you?”
I didn’t answer. Part of my silence came from my disbelief and horror at the realization that I was enjoying it and part of my silence came from the fact that my face was pushed up against her breasts so hard that I could not pry my mouth from her nipple. She began to rub the back of my neck and back of my head and then she said, “Just shake your head yes my pet so I know you are enjoying this and losing yourself to my feminine powers.”
I shook my head yes as I realized I was thoroughly enjoying the way she had forced me into this submissive position and the way I had somehow gone from complete disgust to utter awe over the massiveness and irresistible powers her breasts had. Then Clementine said, “Yes my submissive pet, lose yourself in my breasts as I weave my web of enchantment over your mind and your body. As you suck on my nipple you feel waves of sleepiness and submissiveness sweeping over you. You are becoming so sleepy and so relaxed. Feel my fingers rubbing the back of your head making you feel so comfortable. It is quite natural and very enjoyable to be on your knees with my breast in your mouth. It’s a shame you’re going to be asleep soon and will have to wait to enjoy this.”
As soon as she said I would be asleep the stark reality of what was occurring hit me like a freight train. Ten to fifteen minutes ago I had been fully alert and sickened by this same woman who now had me on my knees falling asleep as I sucked on her breast. I had seen this in movies and read about it in books but had been too stupid to realize it was happening to me. I was being hypnotized. I am not sure why I did not see it sooner except that it seemed so far fetched that even as I succumbed I still had a hard time believing it.
I was also naïve enough to think that now that I knew what she was up to all I had to do was to pull my face away and accuse her of trying to control my mind. I sent signals to my body to pull away, I sent signals to my mouth to stop sucking but as I tried to resist I heard her give me another command and I immediately responded to it. Clementine said, “Stop sucking on my nipple, rest your head on my spell binding breasts, close your eyes and submit to my hypnotic powers. Yes James, you cannot resist me so just sleep and obey me.”
My lack of response to my own attempts to pull away from her probably prepared me for my immediate reaction to her commands. In some ways I wasn’t at all surprised when I wrapped my arms around her, pulled my mouth from her breast, put my head into her cleavage and drifted off. What was surprising was how incredibly wonderful I felt and how it all seemed so natural. Before she ever said what she wanted I just knew I would belong to her for the rest of my life. All I needed now was to hear the words and hear how she planned to do it.
Clementine said, “I am sure you have figured out by now that I have hypnotized you using only my magnificent breasts and my soothing mesmerizing voice. You are now in a position that you will find yourself in quite often in the future. Nothing, and I mean nothing, makes you happier than being on your knees in front of me with my breasts in your face. All desires, all wishes, anything you ever thought you wanted out of life seems meaningless when my breasts are before your view. All that becomes important to you is pleasing me. My big sexy body with its sexy curves is more than you could have wanted, more than you could ever have hoped for and when I awaken you your life will be spent making sure you do everything to keep this big girl happy. Is that understood my submissive pet?”
I said, “Yes Clementine, I understand.”
She said, “Hmm. I love the sound of you submitting to me but it would make me so much happier if you called me mistress when you are on your knees.”
I said, “Yes mistress.”
Clementine said, “Now that we’ve established the ground rules it looks it is time for my new slave to wake up and begin his life of serving his queen. When I count to five and tap on your forehead you will awaken. You will remember everything that happened today and will be grateful that I selected you to be my love slave.”
Clementine counted to five and I found myself on my knees with her big beautiful breasts still in my face. I felt like I was in heaven on earth with the biggest breasts I had ever seen dangling right before my eyes. Her weight, her size, none of that other stuff mattered now that they were in front of me. She said, “I have already locked up and put up the close sign for you. It is a slow rainy day so why not take me home and make love to me.”
I said, “Yes mistress. When did you lock up for me?”
Clementine laughed and said, “When you went back to get my shoes. I had a hunch you would fall prey to my hypnotic abilities and I was right. Let’s just say I didn’t want any interruptions while I cast my spell. Now take me home.”
After a very short drive to my house my mistress stepped into my home for the first time. She closed the door and said, “Have you ever licked a fat woman’s ass before? It’s just heavenly.”
I said, “Actually I have never licked any woman’s ass. That sounds so unsanitary. I just can’t do that.”
Clementine said, “Close your eyes, count to ten and open your eyes.”
I did as I was told and when I opened my eyes she was naked. She said, “Look at my breasts and come here. I have always wanted a fit athletic man like you to get on his knees and serve me. Today is the day that will happen.”
I felt like I was floating as I walked to my mistress. Then she said, “Be a good slave and put your face into my cleavage. Now that I have your undivided attention and absolute cooperation let me tell you what you’re going to do next. I want you to prove your loyalty and submission to me. You will get on your knees and lick my ass. When I am done with my ass licking you will walk on your knees to my front side and lick my pussy. Do it slave.”
I had no desire at all except to lick her ass and that was exactly what I did. I made love to her all afternoon and into the evening until she finally commanded me to take her to dinner.
As we were seated at the restaurant a couple a few tables down from us said, “Oh my gosh look at that woman. What the hell is that guy doing holding her hand?”
The other one said, “Yeah, and look at how he looks at her. Has he lost his mind?”
I started to get embarrassed as I recalled my first reaction to Clementine in my store. She looked over at me, unbuttoned her shirt and said, “Don’t listen to them honey. Just look at my breasts and remember. Now tell me what you’re feeling.”
I looked at her breasts, felt that wonderful floating feeling and said, “I am the luckiest man in the world and I am so grateful you chose me to be your slave.”
She smiled, opened her menu and said, “Ah, that’s better. Sometimes a man has to be reminded how good he has it. Now let’s have a nice romantic dinner.”
I replied as I would for the rest of my submissive life. I said, “Yes mistress.”