Chapter 11 - susan says... not simon says...

Simon had always had an aversion to food. Eating had never been a pleasure, it was just something he had to do.
He ate rubbish food simply because he couldn't be bothered to cook, but he ate so little of it that it had not made an impact on his figure.
He never bid any formal exersise in the gym, but his hill walking was enough to keep his weight down.

He had never imagined that stuffing himself so full could be so sensual!
He wanted to see me again... soon to do it all again it had been so enjoyable!
But he did not want to put on any weight. He was adamant about that.
I booked him into my diary for a fortnight. We could not do it too often if he didn't want to get any bigger.

I think Simon was more intrigued about the sub/Dom thing than he was about the actual eating. He arrived hungry and horny. I dressed up again for him? I knew he liked Chinese takeaway. I'd bought a three person banquet last night and saved it for him. Now I placed small portions of each type of food on a plate and heated it up. Together, it made a substantial meal. I made sure he was comfortable at my small table and placed the plate in front of him. He had to eat it all!
He didn't complain. He was hungry. He liked Chinese meals. There was chicken chow mein, sweet and sour prawns in batter, char Sui fried rice, house special curry, crispy duck pancakes and ku bo shredded beef.
He finished the plate without too much of a problem. But then I brought out a second plate, as l large as the first. His eyes widened at the sight. "I can't possibly eat all that as well!" He declared.
"Naughty boys who don't even try will need to be punished!" I told him. I had an old riding crop I'd used years ago. I waved it briskly in the air and slapped my hand with it a few times. It didn't hurt much, but the sound of it cracking was impressive and enough to persuade him to start eating again.
When he started to slow down and get uncomfortable, I told him to loosen his trousers to give himself more room.
He came to a halt and put his knife and fork down after eating only three quarters of that second plate. He politely said he'd had sufficient.
I was not ready for him to stop yet!
I brought the whip down with force on the table. His mouth opened in fright and his hands sprung up in the air.
"I will allow you a ten minute rest", I whispered forcefully to him, bending forward as I did do, giving him a good view of my boobs trussed up in my tight corset. "Then you will finish your meal!"
I think he was about to change the subject, lighten the atmosphere, but I couldn't have that!
"SILENCE!" I ordered "did I give you permission to speak?"
He was going to say 'no' and apologise, but he stopped him self.
I made the ten minutes as uncomfortable as possible. I turned off the music. I paced the floor in front of him, not allowing him get up. I did not look at him, but I knew he could not take his eyes off me.
I found the ten minutes of silence extremely uncomfortable. Simon must have found them almost unbearable.
When the ten minutes was over, I switched the music back on and urged him to start eating again.
Punishment did not have to be physical.
He finished the second plate, but he was not ready for a third. In a month or so, if I had my way, he would be begging for a third plate and perhaps a fourth!

I rewarded simon's efforts with a sensual stomach massage and further sexual favours.
Afterwards, as he lay dosing on the couch with his tiny pot belly, I cleared away the dinner and prepared his desert.
He slept for a couple of hours, but woke with a softer belly and ready to try his best to please me.
I gave him a large portion of apple crumble and custard. I wanted him to have at least two portions, three would be great! But I doubted if he could manage it.
Always out to prove me wrong, he tucked in avidly, aiming for the three, but he had to give in after two.
He was definitely, well and truly stuffed! Beads of sweat formed on his brow as his swollen belly restricted his breathing and he tried to ignore the rising waves of nausea.
I helped him by stimulating his genitals. He had to make a sexual connection when he stuffed himself full.
Simon was highly sexed. He had most probably tried most sexual things, including the sub/Dom thing. He'd probably tried it out with ginger Maggie. I guessed he would be the Dom. However, I was his mistress. I had taken charge. He had no say in the final outcome. He said he would let me do anything. Well, the anything he in mind was not quite the same as what I had in mind for him.

By the end of the evening, Simon was glad of his loose suede ranch coat to hide his bulging belly that refused to be contained behind his trouser zip.
I ordered him a taxi home and arranged to meet again in a fortnight.

However, he was on the phone before then asking to meet sooner.
I was willing to accommodate him.
This time, he made his way over to my house.
There was no need to tie him up or discipline him this time, but he said that was all part of the excitement. He wanted it all.
I didn't even have to feed him this time. He fed himself. He struggled to get through one ten inch takeaway pizza, with a large bottle of coke on the side. Getting him to eat ice cream as well was a struggle, but he did his best. He simply did not have a large capacity. I gave him a rest, then made him eat more, I gave him another rest and stuffed him to his maximum capacity. He was so full, he felt nauseous and looked a little green around the gills. Then I moved in and had sex with him.

He wanted more, so I gave him more ice cream and went for round two of sex.

He wanted to call on me more often. He found it so satisfying.
I warned him off the idea. Once a week was adequate or he would start gaining weight, but I mentioned that if he could stretch his stomach a little, he could eat even more during our sessions and he would find it even more pleasurable.
He hesitated. How could he do that?
I explained that the stomach was a muscle like any other muscle in the body. If it was used a lot, it would stretch and grow. If it was not used, it would shrink.
Water had no calories in it. He could drink a litre or two of water in one go. It would not keep him filled for long, but it would do the job. I advised against drinking too much in the evening though as he would be up to the toilet all night.

A week later and I noticed a marked difference. He said he did it with coke because he hated water. (I could not have wished for more!) he said he could feel the liquid sloshing about. He hated it at first, but now he quite liked the sloshy feeling. He liked to start the day off feeling bloated and full. It was an inconvenience when he had to make several more trips to the bushes than usual, but he put up with that.

A month later and he could eat two ten inch pizzas and ice cream in one sitting.
He said he was ready for the next stage. I was not so sure. He already looked like he'd put a couple of pounds on since his Russian trip.
He had a mini double chin and looked far less angular than he had before.
The next stage would be much more intense.
Simon said he did not care about putting on a little bit of weight. He just wanted me to stuff him full and have sex with him.

I told him he must eat three meals a day, every day. I told him his portions would be large and he would eat until his plate was clean. If he was not full by then, he could always have seconds!
I put it as a joke, but it was exactly what I intended him to do.