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If you?re ever in Ottawa or Toronto, be sure to check the ?Sun? newspapers. There are some very attractive, personable BBW escorts who are delighted to make your dreams come true. I?ve managed to strike up friendships with a couple of the Toronto girls and we meet occasionally for non-business dinners or a drink.

Ottawa has some fine BBW escorts also. But one of them turned out to be a nightmare.

Serena?s ad said that she was a BBW and that she enjoyed fetishes and domination. We spoke on the phone; she sounded nice, her rate was reasonable and she invited me to her place. The apartment building was a new one in a nice area of town.

I?m always nervous when I knock on the door; it?s the moment of truth. Just as advertised, Serena was about 260 pounds, and a couple of inches taller than me (I?m 5?6? and slim). Her long red hair was very full, her green eyes were brilliant, and her smile was entrancing. She wore a nice beige sweater and a short, full green plaid skirt, so that all of her ample curves were well displayed. Her bare calfs were substantial, powerful and not just fat. Her bare feet looked soft, and her toe nails were a bright red. Her butt was the biggest part of her, nearly twice the width of my hips; her breasts were small for such a big girl, but still plenty large.

The room was dimly lit by several fragrant candles, and Enya was playing on the stereo.

?Welcome to my lair?, she said warmly.

The apartment was uncluttered, tastefully furnished, and warm. There were some chocolates and grapes in a bowl on the coffee table. A large painting of colourful umbrellas surrounded a couple kissing passionately hung on the main wall.

She invited me to sit on the couch and poured me a glass of mineral water. She had one too, while we discussed the upcoming session. We agreed that she would sit upon my chest, teasing me and refusing to get up and, after a while, jerk me off. I love being under a big soft butt, as I?m sure you will understand. We agreed that ?Pringles? would be the safeword. (She had a can of them on her kitchen counter; she said she was addicted to them).

As usual, I paid up front.

She suggested that we begin by me removing my shirt and lying face down on the couch so that she could give me a back rub to start. She said she gave great backrubs. ?unforgettable? was the word she used.

I stood in front of her as she undid the buttons of my shirt. I shivered at the warm touch of her hands as they glided over my shoulders, and my nipples. I lay on the couch with my head on my hands as a pillow. She knelt on the floor beside me and started softly rubbing my shoulders and lower back. She asked me what I did for a living, and if I had any family. Her hands were wonderful.

She stood up and applied more pressure to my back. I love that feeling of being pressed by a powerful woman. She asked me to wait for a moment while she got some massage oil from the bedroom. I lay there enjoying the fragrance, the music, the soft glow and the growing anticipation in my groin.

?Let me do your hands?, she said when she returned.

A hand massage is a truly wonderful thing. As good as a foot massage. You can do it to yourself, but it?s just not the same as when someone else does it to you. Her hands were bigger than mine and I felt wonderfully vulnerable as she took control of my left hand. I was relaxed and drifting.

She gently put her knee on my back. I gasped. Her weight was exactly what I wanted, and my penis twitched against the cushion. I closed my eyes tightly to savour the moment.

There is a certain sound that, once you have heard it, you will recognize immediately any time you hear it again: the sound of duct tape being stripped off the roll. It took me a second to realize what it was, but by the time I figured it out, she had already wrapped it around one wrist. I ?oomphed? as she pressed her knee into my back and wrapped the tape around my other wrist, not binding it tightly to the other one, but definitely restricting my arm movement. She continued to wind the tape around my wrists. One, two, three, four, five, six seven times.

I was a little excited; I?d never been tied before, but I couldn?t do much with her knee pinning me to the couch. I didn?t really have enough air to shout. ?Pringles?, I squeaked.

?Relax?, she laughed, as she removed the knee that was crushing me. ?You wanted to be dominated, don?t you? This will increase the pleasure for both of us, and it?s actually safer, too. I wouldn?t want to break one of your wrists when I sit on you, and I don?t want you hitting me if I should accidentally sit on you too hard or to long?.

As she spoke she rubbed my back gently with her warm, soft hands, and calmed me down. She ran her fingers though my hair, and touched my cheek softly.

?Why don?t you turn over onto your back, so I can undo your pants?? she whispered.

Okay. I was starting to accept the situation. It was rather exciting actually. I worked my way onto my back.

?Comfortable?? she asked? ?Are you ready for me to sit upon you??

Boy, was I ever.

She bent over me and slowly undid my belt, slowly pulled the zipper down, and then started to slide my pants off. She told me to raise my hips so she could slide my jeans off. She folded them neatly and put them beside the shirt on the floor.

My dick was acting as the centre pole for the tent in my underwear. She chuckled and gently gave the tip a little caress.

?Now your socks?, she said, and she sat astride my bare legs. I got even more excited as I looked up at her wonderful big butt that was much wider than me, her broad back and lovely red hair that fell over shoulders. She slowly slid one sock off, and rubbed that foot. Then the other sock.

The sound of duct tape again, and again it was a surprise. I jerked, but she just sat a little heavier and I couldn?t move my legs. She wrapped my ankles. I tried to struggle a little, but not too much. It would have been useless with her sitting astride my legs anyway. Instead, I lay there and enjoyed slowly giving up control to this beautiful, sensuous BBW dom who evidently had some wonderful ideas of her own. I counted the times she wrapped the tape around my feet: One, two, three, four, five six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

She got off me, leaned over me, and put one strong hand on my chest. I grunted slowly as she pressed down.

?Comfy?? she smiled. I nodded.

?Good. Just one more thing to get?, she said.

She went into the bedroom. When she returned she had a leather dog collar which she buckled around my neck. I started to object, but she smiled that warm enchanting smile of hers and told me to relax. She snapped the leash into place.

I wasn?t too sure about this. I knew she was a dom and all, but we had agreed that she would squash me gently by sitting on me, and this wasn?t part of my plan. Every time I?d ever been with a dom, she had always done exactly as I had asked. But this lady had her own creative ideas. It was exciting, but I was a little concerned at the same time.

?How are you?? she asked. ?How do you feel??

?Okay, I guess?.

?Well?, she smiled, ?I?m going to fix that?. She pulled on the leash and started to pull me off the couch onto the floor. Seeing as how the leash was attached to my neck I didn?t have a whole lot of choice. I was able to move my knees quickly around so that I didn?t land face first. But it definitely hurt my knees.

?Pringles?, I said.

?On your back? she said, as she pushed me with her foot. I guess I didn?t move quickly enough because she kicked me lightly in the ribs to help me onto my back.

?Hey, Pringles, I said?.

?Oh, sorry, I didn?t mean to hurt you?. She went off to the kitchen and returned with a chair which she placed over my head. She had a water bottle and took a long, long drink. She lit a cigarette, took a puff and then, placing one hand on the back of the chair for support, stood with both feet on my chest.

This may surprise the uninitiated, but when a woman that size stands on your chest, you can take it for a little while. Not like a really heavy woman who can compress your insides and cause the bile to rise up in your chest, who can cause the blue and yellow stars to explode in your head, who?s weight is so great that she can crush your heart so that it can?t beat and you pass out instantly. No, a smaller woman like Serena who weighs less than 300 pounds doesn?t have an effect right away. The torture is more gradual.

She looked down at me. Cat and mouse, I thought, and I?m the mouse that gets tortured before it gets eaten.

?Now the games begin?, she said. ?Have you ever been busted??

?No?, I squeaked. Talking was difficult.

?They say that hooking is a crime against women, and that women are really the victims. Even though the man pays for sex. Men think that they can cough up a little money and get a woman to do all sorts of vile things for them.?

?So lets get this straight for tonight,? she said. ?You?re the victim. You?re my victim. I took your money, and now we?re going to do what I want to do. Capice??

?Pringles?, I said.

But she stomped on my chest, and my words just came out as a garbled ?oompf?.

?No talking?, she said.

So she continued to stand on my chest, slowly smoking the cigarette. She told me about friends of hers that had been cheated and abused by men. She told me about some of her ex?s, and the lousy way they had treated her. She was slowly squeezing the life out of me.

I tried to arch my back to get her off, or to get my feet flat on the floor and lift her off. But she was too heavy, and the chair gave her plenty of leverage to stay in place, I started to writhe in pain.

I wanted to yell for help, but I didn?t have enough air to do much more than wheeze. Although a woman of her size doesn?t have an immediate catastrophic effect when she stands on your chest, after about 20 seconds you will find it difficult to breathe. Then your ribs will start to bend, and that hurts. It becomes as difficult to breathe out as it is to breathe in, because you have to expand your lungs either way, and they won?t be able to lift her weight well. The entire chest slowly caves in, not breaking, just getting compressed. After about 40 seconds panic set in. My head was lolling from side to side, my brain was going fuzzy, and the inside of my chest hurt like hell.