Power (Patreon)

My dear, you’re losing your will.You fought so hard to try and control yourself. The realization of just how out of shape you were getting was settling in when you tried to go for a run and didn't even make it a full block. You’ve let yourself go and now you’re soft.No amount of self discipline will come back once you’ve gone so far. Every tiny habit, every added calorie, and lack of exercise will do that to you. You’re getting heavier and your pants are starting to dig into your softness.When you go to the store to buy another size up, you’ll think of me.“Keep eating.” Those words unfolded from my lips while my nails dug into your naked shoulders. With one hand holding your hair to tilt your head, I pressed another eclair firmly into your mouth. You whimpered between bites, the intimidation sending flares of arousal throughout your plump body as I forced another pastry past your lips.The memory of our time together faded as you reached out for a bag of powdered donuts to go with your milk. What's one bag, right? You’ll just work it off eventually. But eventually never comes.The snacking never seems to satisfy your endless appetite and your belly begins to bulge by the week. You notice your upper arms softening with the cloth sinking into your jiggling fat. You were once toned with muscle definition but it's becoming a distance memory with your steady increase of calorie intake. The humiliation sets in.I hold power over you.You’ve been giving your body to me and dedicating your ever changing physique to my desires. When my hands rub your rounded belly you seem to melt into them with a sense of safety. My adoration kept you coming back for more.And more.And more.Yet all good things must come to an end, right?“Kneel for me.”“Yes, Mistress.”“Eat.”I pleasure myself alone in bed, thick blankets covering my naked skin. The memory of your hands gripping my hips while you used your tongue to please me danced wildly through my head. I remember the cool wall behind me where my bare back rested while you served me generously. Maybe you’re the one who held the power over me. I think of you often.Too often.And I wonder if you’re still following my commands even when I’m no longer there with you.“Eat for me.""More.""Keep going.”I’ll stop by again some day.With love, your Mistress. 💋