Groped, dominated and tied up at the conference. Or how i discovered my kink. F/F
Posted: Mon Feb 26, 2024 12:57 am
I recently discovered that I enjoy being groped/dominated/controlled by other women in public. Surprisingly it sexually charges me and it creates some great sex between me and my husband. The humiliation of this small woman groping my tits and ass/dominating me/ through clothes in public makes me so wet. It feels so good that it just turns off my brain.
I am a heterosexual woman, but i love getting groped/controlled/dominated by other women. I am 43 year old married woman. I have a 15 year old daughter. My husband and I have been married for 16 years. I am a fairly "robust" woman; i am not fat or anything like that, I am"big-boned". I have a healthy figure. I am 5'11 tall and i have a very large breasts , side hips and big butt. They make me look huge. I've always had big boobs. I easily had the largest chest in my high school. But I was one of the "lucky ones" that's never had her boobs grabbed, touched, or jiggled before i met this small weird woman Gwen. Probably because of my size and my bitch resting face. I apparently intimidated a lot of people which discouraged harassment.
I often feel powerful and confident, thought sometimes I feel like I can be accidentally intimidating (I’m 5’11”). I come from old money. I grew up rich. I admit that i am used to a lot of money and expensive things because of this.
When I’m feeling low self esteem sometimes I feel too big, and get very self conscious about being larger than other women. But usually I can get out of that headspace by putting on a badass outfit that only a very tall statuesque woman could pull off. A lot of people think that I'm stuck up upper middle class arrogant overdressed snob because I tend to ignore them. I can come as arrogant and stuck up depending on the setting. I got the feeling that a lot of people think i am just arrogant snob. I barely have any friends. When I do speak with people, I tend to be overly nice to compensate and I guess that comes off as fake which definitely doesn't help the situation. People around me have always said that I come across as snobby, stuck on myself, and unfriendly. I have been told that I seem snobby and it is because I don't speak up in groups where I am not comfortable. I have had people ask me if I thought I was better than others.
I joined this forum because i want to write in details all the incidents and discuss about it. I want to share my experiences. So I will give it a try.
About three months ago i attended this two day all-female conference/workshop with a specific focus on developing self-awareness, self-confidence and self-efficacy for women to improve their professional and personal lives.. I was wearing a red long sleeve satin blouse buttoned up to the top tucked into black satin pants, 5 inch heels black shoes and my long black fur coat. I had full make up on. I arrived at the hotel early in the morning. I was finally settled into my room . The hotel a hotel. I still wasn't sure if the following two days would be of any value. I took off my coat and hung it on a coat hanger. I dropped my luggage beside the bed and went downstairs
Ever punctual, there were only a few other women in the room when I arrived. This short like 5ft3 tall skinny green eyes thin lips gray haired wrinkled face woman in her mid 50s Beth welcomed me and introduced herself as the workshop coordinator. I looked around and selected a seat near the middle of the room, but a little closer to the front and on the perimeter so I could easily scan the room if I was bored. To minimize distractions I also put my back to the door so I wouldn't be tempted to follow people with my gaze as they came and went.
Then this really short like 5ft3 skinny ugly pale woman in her early 50s Gwen approached me. I hate to use words as harsh as ugly, but Gwen would have to be described as very plain at best, but more accurately, unattractive. She is a nerdy, geeky type of a woman in both looks and actions. She is about 5 ft 3 in tall and extremely skinny to the point of being cadaverous. Her legs are like twigs and her arms are equally as painfully thin, terminating in bony hands. Gwen has no womanly shape at all. She has no hips, a tiny scraggy butt and her chest are as flat as a pancake. Probably she weighs no more than ninety pounds.
Gwen is extremely pale to the point of being as white as alabaster. It is as if she had never seen daylight. She has a very thin face with a long, protruding, bony nose, on top of which sits a large pair of dark rimmed, thick lens glasses. Her hair is mousy color, mid length and extremely lank and oily in appearance, as though it was in need of a good wash. Her mouth is quite large and her lips are very thin, exposing a very prominent pair of buck teeth which protruded over her lower lip. Unfortunately, all of these features make her "rodent looking". She wore long, loose-fitting long sleeve T-shirt, jeans and sneakers. .
Gwen said to me " Wow. You stand out a bit in a crowd. You are towering over every one here. You are a giant arrogant elegant classy woman. I am mesmerized by your vastness. I have never seen tits as big and as shapely as your tits, I can't stop staring at the size and the shape of your tits through this red satin blouse. Wow. You are such a big woman. Standing next to you i look like a midget. " She was in flat shoes and i was on high heels, i am 5ft11 tall and that, coupled with being well built and well endowed( I have very large breasts) , i was really like a giant standing beside this weird woman. I watched as this weird small woman Gwen moved her eyes all over my body. She appeared delighted with my figure. Like all the men in my experience, she couldn't keep her eyes off of my breasts. I was embarrassed by her attention.
She said to me" Wow. You are so shiney. Why are you so overdressed? You look so glammed up ".
" I like dressing well, and looking presentable. I ’d rather be wearing something i feel good in than look like i just rolled out of bed.I wear high heels every day too.All the time." I answered to her.
"I am unemployed and broke. I am 55 year old and I have always been poor. I don't want to die poor. I am practically homeless. I live in my cousin's garage. ". she told me. We had the most awkward conversation, like really weird, long pauses.
Then i finished the conversation with this weird small woman Gwen, i grabbed a coffee and a muffin, a few more arrivals and I sat down where I had dropped my things. The buzz in the room was slowly growing. When someone would sit at my table I would politely nod and continue appearing to be interested in the welcome material we had received. Women were chatting about all sorts of nothings
"..you from, Minneapolis?" asked someone seated at my table. Their query snapping me back to reality.
"Pardon me."
"Where are you from?" chimed the voice from across the table.
The typical conference small talk had begun. The women at my table introduced themselves to one another as the room filled. Who remembers anyone's name at these gatherings. There are too many people, too many things to think about and you will never meet any of them again nor will you likely use any of the material presented.
The host began to speak and welcomed everyone to the workshop. Workshop, conference whatever. Except the emphasis on it being a workshop probably meant there would be breakout sessions and role playing and heaven knows what else. The workshop facilitator was introduced and so began the session. Around the room we went introducing ourselves and where we were from and what we expected to get out of the week would spend together.
To start things off the facilitator, Samantha, had everyone change tables. Each table had number on it and each seat had a number in front of it. Eight tables, eight women at each table, she had us move to the table that matched the seat number we were presently sitting at. She told us we would be with a different group of women each day.
We had a break. I got up and started mingling with the women. This weird small pale woman Gwen walked up to me.
"Wow, your booty is huge Matilda. You have a big/juicy/round/fat ass" - said Gwen sounding a bit flirty, as she gave my butt a huge slap that resonated loudly throughout the room.
"Ow!" - i complained about the slap.
"Sorry, couldn't resist." - Gwen apologized .
"It's o-okay..." - i whispered sheepishly. I've always had big boobs and butt. I easily had the largest chest in my high school. But I was one of the "lucky ones" that's never had her boobs or butt grabbed, touched, slapped or jiggled before. Gwen continued complimenting me on my height, boobs, butt , outfit and elegance. Lots of different adjectives were used. I was not ready for what she did next. She placed her right hand on my butt. Her whole small hand, open palm against my left butt cheek.
"Hey! What are you doing!" - i exclaimed surprised while blushing furiously.
Some women discreetly turn to see what is happening. Gwen removed her hand from my ass and continued complimenting me, ignoring the fact that she just palmed my butt. The break ended so i sat back at my table. Gwen went to her table.
TO BE CONTINUED
I am a heterosexual woman, but i love getting groped/controlled/dominated by other women. I am 43 year old married woman. I have a 15 year old daughter. My husband and I have been married for 16 years. I am a fairly "robust" woman; i am not fat or anything like that, I am"big-boned". I have a healthy figure. I am 5'11 tall and i have a very large breasts , side hips and big butt. They make me look huge. I've always had big boobs. I easily had the largest chest in my high school. But I was one of the "lucky ones" that's never had her boobs grabbed, touched, or jiggled before i met this small weird woman Gwen. Probably because of my size and my bitch resting face. I apparently intimidated a lot of people which discouraged harassment.
I often feel powerful and confident, thought sometimes I feel like I can be accidentally intimidating (I’m 5’11”). I come from old money. I grew up rich. I admit that i am used to a lot of money and expensive things because of this.
When I’m feeling low self esteem sometimes I feel too big, and get very self conscious about being larger than other women. But usually I can get out of that headspace by putting on a badass outfit that only a very tall statuesque woman could pull off. A lot of people think that I'm stuck up upper middle class arrogant overdressed snob because I tend to ignore them. I can come as arrogant and stuck up depending on the setting. I got the feeling that a lot of people think i am just arrogant snob. I barely have any friends. When I do speak with people, I tend to be overly nice to compensate and I guess that comes off as fake which definitely doesn't help the situation. People around me have always said that I come across as snobby, stuck on myself, and unfriendly. I have been told that I seem snobby and it is because I don't speak up in groups where I am not comfortable. I have had people ask me if I thought I was better than others.
I joined this forum because i want to write in details all the incidents and discuss about it. I want to share my experiences. So I will give it a try.
About three months ago i attended this two day all-female conference/workshop with a specific focus on developing self-awareness, self-confidence and self-efficacy for women to improve their professional and personal lives.. I was wearing a red long sleeve satin blouse buttoned up to the top tucked into black satin pants, 5 inch heels black shoes and my long black fur coat. I had full make up on. I arrived at the hotel early in the morning. I was finally settled into my room . The hotel a hotel. I still wasn't sure if the following two days would be of any value. I took off my coat and hung it on a coat hanger. I dropped my luggage beside the bed and went downstairs
Ever punctual, there were only a few other women in the room when I arrived. This short like 5ft3 tall skinny green eyes thin lips gray haired wrinkled face woman in her mid 50s Beth welcomed me and introduced herself as the workshop coordinator. I looked around and selected a seat near the middle of the room, but a little closer to the front and on the perimeter so I could easily scan the room if I was bored. To minimize distractions I also put my back to the door so I wouldn't be tempted to follow people with my gaze as they came and went.
Then this really short like 5ft3 skinny ugly pale woman in her early 50s Gwen approached me. I hate to use words as harsh as ugly, but Gwen would have to be described as very plain at best, but more accurately, unattractive. She is a nerdy, geeky type of a woman in both looks and actions. She is about 5 ft 3 in tall and extremely skinny to the point of being cadaverous. Her legs are like twigs and her arms are equally as painfully thin, terminating in bony hands. Gwen has no womanly shape at all. She has no hips, a tiny scraggy butt and her chest are as flat as a pancake. Probably she weighs no more than ninety pounds.
Gwen is extremely pale to the point of being as white as alabaster. It is as if she had never seen daylight. She has a very thin face with a long, protruding, bony nose, on top of which sits a large pair of dark rimmed, thick lens glasses. Her hair is mousy color, mid length and extremely lank and oily in appearance, as though it was in need of a good wash. Her mouth is quite large and her lips are very thin, exposing a very prominent pair of buck teeth which protruded over her lower lip. Unfortunately, all of these features make her "rodent looking". She wore long, loose-fitting long sleeve T-shirt, jeans and sneakers. .
Gwen said to me " Wow. You stand out a bit in a crowd. You are towering over every one here. You are a giant arrogant elegant classy woman. I am mesmerized by your vastness. I have never seen tits as big and as shapely as your tits, I can't stop staring at the size and the shape of your tits through this red satin blouse. Wow. You are such a big woman. Standing next to you i look like a midget. " She was in flat shoes and i was on high heels, i am 5ft11 tall and that, coupled with being well built and well endowed( I have very large breasts) , i was really like a giant standing beside this weird woman. I watched as this weird small woman Gwen moved her eyes all over my body. She appeared delighted with my figure. Like all the men in my experience, she couldn't keep her eyes off of my breasts. I was embarrassed by her attention.
She said to me" Wow. You are so shiney. Why are you so overdressed? You look so glammed up ".
" I like dressing well, and looking presentable. I ’d rather be wearing something i feel good in than look like i just rolled out of bed.I wear high heels every day too.All the time." I answered to her.
"I am unemployed and broke. I am 55 year old and I have always been poor. I don't want to die poor. I am practically homeless. I live in my cousin's garage. ". she told me. We had the most awkward conversation, like really weird, long pauses.
Then i finished the conversation with this weird small woman Gwen, i grabbed a coffee and a muffin, a few more arrivals and I sat down where I had dropped my things. The buzz in the room was slowly growing. When someone would sit at my table I would politely nod and continue appearing to be interested in the welcome material we had received. Women were chatting about all sorts of nothings
"..you from, Minneapolis?" asked someone seated at my table. Their query snapping me back to reality.
"Pardon me."
"Where are you from?" chimed the voice from across the table.
The typical conference small talk had begun. The women at my table introduced themselves to one another as the room filled. Who remembers anyone's name at these gatherings. There are too many people, too many things to think about and you will never meet any of them again nor will you likely use any of the material presented.
The host began to speak and welcomed everyone to the workshop. Workshop, conference whatever. Except the emphasis on it being a workshop probably meant there would be breakout sessions and role playing and heaven knows what else. The workshop facilitator was introduced and so began the session. Around the room we went introducing ourselves and where we were from and what we expected to get out of the week would spend together.
To start things off the facilitator, Samantha, had everyone change tables. Each table had number on it and each seat had a number in front of it. Eight tables, eight women at each table, she had us move to the table that matched the seat number we were presently sitting at. She told us we would be with a different group of women each day.
We had a break. I got up and started mingling with the women. This weird small pale woman Gwen walked up to me.
"Wow, your booty is huge Matilda. You have a big/juicy/round/fat ass" - said Gwen sounding a bit flirty, as she gave my butt a huge slap that resonated loudly throughout the room.
"Ow!" - i complained about the slap.
"Sorry, couldn't resist." - Gwen apologized .
"It's o-okay..." - i whispered sheepishly. I've always had big boobs and butt. I easily had the largest chest in my high school. But I was one of the "lucky ones" that's never had her boobs or butt grabbed, touched, slapped or jiggled before. Gwen continued complimenting me on my height, boobs, butt , outfit and elegance. Lots of different adjectives were used. I was not ready for what she did next. She placed her right hand on my butt. Her whole small hand, open palm against my left butt cheek.
"Hey! What are you doing!" - i exclaimed surprised while blushing furiously.
Some women discreetly turn to see what is happening. Gwen removed her hand from my ass and continued complimenting me, ignoring the fact that she just palmed my butt. The break ended so i sat back at my table. Gwen went to her table.
TO BE CONTINUED