Cornelia

chapter 3

"You´re such a fat pig, you know?". "I´m sorry" I answered ashamed. "There´s no need to," she replied, "that´s what I want!"
I stood there, stunned by her words. I couldn´t believe it, couldn´t get the real sense of it, at least at that time. Therefore and because of my devoted love I addicted myself to what ever might happen next, to whatever she might have planned next. She grinned: "You may lay down, now. Relax!" I laid myself on the bed, it felt so good to relax. Cornelia smiled to me, " I´m sure, you gonna like it!" And I replied to her smile, as she pulled off her shirt, exposing her peaky body. "I´ve planned something for you, you know..." Her voice was calm and warm, her gaze friendly. She continued undressing, "you´ll like it, for sure!" She stood there, presenting herself, naked except of her bra and slip in simple black and a pair of pink socks. She climbed on the bed, then, stood over me. She looked impressiveley sexy this way, sexy and mighty. "You´ll even beg for more, you´ll see...", she said as she carressed my belly roughly with her pink-socked foot, "now relax and do what I say!"
She sat down on my exposed belly -even her little weight increased the pressure in it- as if it was her throne. Next to the bed was a night table, she leaned over me and took something from there, she must have prepared before. Has she planned all this? Nothing seemed to happen by chance, this was her universe. Small indeed, but it was her own universe and therefore she seemed to be it´s god. It´s been a can of spray cream on the night table. She gave it to me, "take it and suck it!". Again I hestitated... "take it in your mouth and suck it! Don´t stop, hum? If you stop sucking, I will, too." She turned around and leaned forward. "You start!" I could hear her say. I opened the can and began spraying. And she did so, too. Leaned forwards she grabbed my penis and took it deep in her mouth. "Remember, I´ll stop, if you´ll stop!" The can was empty in the moment I came. She raised and before I fell asleep I could hear her shout satisfied: "Ah, my fat slave, it has begun!"


The weeks passed by and more and more I became part of Cornelias tiny little universe, I integrated into her world, got lost in it. We developed kind of a rhythm, a rhythm of food and sex. The colleague I once knew had long vanished from my thoughts, though we didn´t talk or see each other on weekdays. Every friday evening I stood at her door and every sunday she made me leave. From weekend to weekend, our rhythm got smoother, easier the more I lost control, as I lost more and more power to this universes god: Cornelia. I submitted more and more thoughtless to her orders, her games of food and sex. These weekends reality seemed to be much more real to me than the weekdays. Only on mondays I was remembered, that there´s still another universe. Every Monday another piece of my clothes didn´t fit anymore, got too tight even if I had bought it just before the weekend. Sometimes I could feel these worlds drifting apart with every pound I gained. What would happen next? What did she plan? Or didn´t she have any further plans at all? We had to talk!

"Cornelia, we need to talk!" My heart beat, I had to breathe heavily. I feared her reaction, I knew I was not allowed to ask why, but ... but I´m gaining weight endlessly. Her glance was hard, icy, then. "Well, talk!" she said. "Well, I put on so much weight...", I began to stammer. "that´s what you´re supposed to, hum?" "Yes, but ... but..." "Don´t you want to be my piggy anymore?" She asked ironically. "No, but ..." "Don´t worry", she said and finished this discussion as she left the room. I felt anxious, insecure, even more than before. She returned with a bottle in her hands. "This is a test! Will you obey?" She came very close to me, our eyes met for a single moment before I looked down. "Knee down and drink!"
I would never ask why anymore nor would I ever hestiate again.

She led me upstairs, she unlocked the door and led me into a room, I´ve never seen before. The room was completely tiled in white. In the middle of it was just a bed and a heavy chain on the wall. I was undressed, collared and chained to the wall. I I was tought to knee down, move on all four - I wouldn´t need to worry anymore. I got transformed, I was transformed. "Don´t worry, my fat slut. There will be no pain, except the one you will beg for!" She should be right... "This will lead you to your distinction!" she said, as she placed a bowl of food in front of me. I began immediately. Every time, I did so from now on. The whip on my backside, the hot wax on my back, Spike heels in my weak fleash made me feel why.I lost any track of time and she was right, the only pain I received was the pain I begged for, because I liked it and because it was the only way to avoid more pain or more food. I swallowed and I suffered, just awaiting more of her love.

This morning I awoke and something felt different. As I tried to move, i got it: the collar hung loose at the wall. I was unchained, I hadn´t got a clue why. Nothing happened for a long time, at least it seemed so. Unsure what happened, I waited attentively, listened into the silence. I felt unsecure without the collar, the change in my life irritated me. Finally I struggled to stand up and tried to walk to the door. My thighs rubbed together, my hanging belly pulled me down, I could barely move. To my surprise, the door was open. "Cornelia?", I thought, still not daring to speak without being allowed. I opened the door cautious, took a shy look into the house. Silence. I managed to waddle down the stairs. "Cornelia?" now loud. I stood there, in the house, naked, where all had begun. Again "Cornelia?", but no reply. No sign of her anymore, the house was abandoned. I was no longer free.