Weight has always been a part of my life. From my early days of school, into my dating life and career, my weight was always a problem and a pain.
In my time, kids in school could be so very mean, cruel and yet calm about it. There were no safe spaces. You had to live thru it and deal with it. Today, they go to classes about bullying and are taught what to do when you are being bullied. I’m not sure if that helps or hurts in the long run. Thankfully I lived through it and continue living my life. Unfortunately, my best friend with the same weight issues could not take the pain from all the people who just wanted to “help”. I miss her every day.
When I discovered I loved being a slave, I thought maybe that would help me. Being a slave could make me lose the weight. Force me to be that beauty queen or at least start to fit into what my “Master” at the time wanted his slave to look like. It never worked, in reality, it was the biggest problem because I always failed them in that area.
People on Fetlife have tried to “help” me when we would get into a discussion about the lifestyle, weight loss, and beauty tips. Nutrition, weight loss ideas, exercise, etc… But when you call yourself “fat” at 115 pounds, it’s not the same thing when you are 250 pounds. Things, body, foods don’t work the same!
That is one of the reasons I love my Owner so much. The weight has never been an issue with Him. He wants a slave, not a beauty queen. That’s probably why I also identify so well with the Cuckqueans lifestyle. He wants a slave to serve Him while He dates and fucks beautiful women and I enjoy seeing Him doing that.
I’m His property. My purpose in His life to serve and to make Him happy. He wants me to be healthy and to be able to serve. He doesn’t want me to be fearful about not losing the weight. So I am allowed to lose weight, I am just not allowed to gain weight. Any weight gain is an automatic 10 heavy swats with the leather paddle from hell no matter how little it may be! I weigh myself weekly and report to Him if I gained or lost. Sometimes He will watch me weigh myself, other times I do it on my own.
This month, I was down below 240 pounds. The number that keeps me in tears because I have been below it many times and I always seem to go above it a few days later. This month, however, I have been down below it for over 3 weeks and Master-Sir was so proud of me! Reminding me that this is the longest I have ever been down to this weight since we met.
So two weeks ago, I was home, doing my chores upstairs when I heard Him call me down to the Livingroom where He had been watching sports or something. I was surprised to find my Master-Sir was naked, laying on the floor in front of the TV and He had a very beautiful erection and a smile as He looked at me. He had even groomed, trimmed his pubic hair! He was telling me He has a special reward for me. I was smiling and almost giggling at what I was seeing. He hadn’t done anything like this in a long time. We were alone, the TV had been turned off and He was wanting to be serviced on the floor in the living room!
As I started to kneel by His cock, He stopped me. Took my chin in His hands and looked me in the eyes to tell me “You, my loving slave, deserve a well-earned reward. You get to choose what hole gets fucked by me” Then He kissed me. I just melted.. But not for too long. Afraid he would change His mind, I quickly asked permission to get on top and He said to “Ride it good girl” Hell YES! I was not going to miss this opportunity!
As I felt His wonderful cock slip into my long ignored and now very wet pussy, I felt His hands cup my breasts and feel Him pull them to His mouth. His teeth sinking slowly into my now erect nipples! The pain was amazing mixed with the sensation of His cock in my pussy and me being allowed to ride it at my own slow pace! Feeling the need to cum, I fought it off the best that I could. I wanted to enjoy this for as long as He would allow me to.
Master-Sir knew I was fighting it and laughed at my futile effort. Telling me He will be here for as long as it takes for me to make Him cum. No hurry, it’s my reward. My reward? Oh, my gawd! I want to be here all day! He went back to cupping my saggy breasts and even pulled my hair so I was face to face with Him. He wanted to kiss me. Not just kiss me, but make love to me. My Owner was making love to His slave. For losing weight and keeping it off! I kept asking him “my Reward?” and He kept telling me it was. For me to enjoy it. Oh, I was and I never wanted to forget that feeling.
There have been only a few times I have been allowed to choose what hole, or to be on top and not in bondage or in some form of breast torture or pain while He fucked me like this. To be free and to be allowed to enjoy Him was a rare and wonderful moment that I savor.
To be treated like a real woman and as His lover. A mixed feeling I wanted but not too long before I also wanted to be back to being His slave. But He would not let me slip back into my slave role. He kept softly touching my face, my breasts, teasing me and letting me ride His cock fast or slow as I wanted to. Telling me that He loves me and how Happy I make Him being such a good slave.
I finally had one orgasm as I felt the earth shake followed by the building of another one as I slowly lifted up on His cock then came back down just as slow. Just like I had seen Miss Evvy do so many times to get Him to groan and moan. He did it for me too! My Owner was enjoying me having sex with Him.
My timing was almost perfect as I now felt the need to rock back on His cock as I was feeling that second wave wash thru me when I felt the warmth of His true reward fill my pussy. I was seeing the flowers and stars again as I felt Him feel me and fill me with His cum!
His tugging on my nipples brought me back to reality as He pulled me back to His smiling face. He held my head and kissed me as I felt His cum leak out and my wetness was also starting to mix down my legs and onto the floor. I wanted to get off and lick it up and make Him clean again like I always do. But Master-Sir just smiled and told me to enjoy the feeling, the slave will clean it up later! But wait, I am the slave! And I want to clean it up now. I want that taste, I want that feeling of being used to please. He insisted that I enjoy being pleased. To just let the warmth cool me. It did.
He just hugged me. Yes, He hugged me. Nothing new to hug each other, just not from this position! I was still on top with His cock still throbbing and He wasn’t letting me get off. He was making me stay on top with His hands on my breasts and pulling them hard and in different directions. They are big enough for a lot of play!
Finally, He did let go and ordered me to get a rag and clean up the mess He made. I said it would be my pleasure to lick it up. Master-Sir smiled as we got off each other. I quickly went to his cock to lick and suck it clean. Tasting me on Him was a wonderful dreamy feeling and made me want to worship it even more. The mess on the carpet was more delicious knowing it was mine, that I made it riding His cock!!
I licked each fiber of the carpet, wanting to enjoy every last drop of Him and me together. To be humiliated knowing I was being so greedy and needy to lick the rug.
As I started to get myself cleaned and get back to my chores, He kissed me again before telling me to get a blanket, he wanted to lay on the floor and watch a movie. What? My reward continued? For losing weight?
Not realizing He wanted me to wrap up with Him to watch whatever movie I wanted. I wanted it to be “The Notebook” kind of feeling and thats the movie He agreed to watch with me, naked and wrapped up in the blanket on the living room floor we laid.
He even got up and got us some cold drinks. We stayed curled up on the floor, under the blanket the entire movie!
Did I mention I am a very well loved slave??