The Making of Mistress Robyn
By Montrose
Discovering how magnificent she is was the first step

Karl was not bright, or big, or strong, but he wasn't bad looking for a slim man of only 5 
feet 4 inches. He had worked hard to push his weight over 100 pounds. At 30, he was in 
the best shape of his life. No, Karl wasn't bright or big, but he had a bold heart and a 
large lust. Or, it could be said, a lust for large.

Karl adored giant women. Worshipped them. His heart beat faster at the sight of any 
woman over six feet tall, and if they were fleshy (still maintaining something of an 
hourglass to their figure) he was completely swept away. Such a sweeping away 
happened at the library just before lunch.

Karl didn't haunt the library often, except the video section. But he did know what he 
liked, and what he liked right now was the amazingly large set of butt cheeks hovering at 
his chest level not three steps in front of him. A woman with legs like trees was bent 
over, straight legged, looking at something on the second shelf. She wore incredibly tight 
light blue denim jeans and hightops (purple Converse). She was in the anime section. 

When she stood straight, reading a video package, Karl gasped. Even in flat heels, she 
stood well over six feet tall - six feet 3 inches, he guessed. Broad shoulders. Firm back. 
Tousled dirty blond hair (chin length) with a purple streak in it. Owl rimmed glasses. A 
moon face and full lips. His heart nearly leaped from his chest.

When she turned he saw that her bottom lip had a hoop in it and she wore dark eyeliner.  
Tremendous rack too, always a plus. Anywhere between 21 and 30 years of age, he 
guessed. Not so much younger than him. She almost ran him over, pushing him to one 
side with a hip. "Sorry," she murmured as she passed, not even looking down. The shelf 
in his back hurt, but he hardly noticed.

Karl trotted in her wake, watching those magnificent mounds of flesh swing from one 
side to the other with her stride. At the end of each swing, they bounced, reshaped into 
perfect spheres and descended into the next swing with unstoppable energy. With each 
swing, Karl's heart pounded faster. He fantasized about riding her butt like a pony.

She checked out three movies at the self check scanner. Karl waited behind her. When 
she turned to leave she bumped into him again. "Watch it, dwarf!" she snapped and kept 
walking.

Karl followed her out the door to the curb. They waited for a traffic light together. Karl 
smiled up. After all, he had a bold heart. "May I invite you to lunch, Miss?"

She turned her head to glare down at him through her glasses. Despite his bold heart, Karl 
knew he was in danger. Her hand slipped around his neck, fingers nearly connecting to 
her thumb in the back. She lifted him high into the air.

Karl's feet twisted as he gagged and gasped. Her hand tightened, shutting him up. His 
face turned red. She held him out and even with her own eyes. "Listen you slinking little 
weasel, hit on me once more and I swear I'm going to kill you and eat you for lunch."

She let go and Karl tumbled to the pavement. "So..." he coughed and panted as spots 
swam before his eyes. "You're hungry then?"

She turned to him and drew back a foot as if to kick him into traffic. Karl curled into a 
ball.

And then, she laughed. "You have guts, little man! Yes, I'm hungry. You think I can stay 
this big by skipping meals?" She bent low and hauled Karl to his feet by his left shoulder, 
causing stabbing pain through his arm.  "Can you afford to feed me, worm?"

"Yes, if you'll allow it. Any place you want! Just name it!"

"I like that curry place on 3rd. I'll let you buy me a snack." The light changed. "Let's 
roll." She grabbed Karl by the back of his neck and began walking at her usual rate, 
which meant Karl had to move fast or she would drag him.

Karl watched the big woman eat (Robyn, she said her name was) and was amazed by her 
all over again. She took the large serving of chicken and spinach curry, extra rice and 
three naan breads, and was nearly done when he was only a third of the way through his 
regular sized plate. She was neat and tidy; not a pig or anything. She was just fast. 
Efficient about her eating. All business. She saw him watching her. Rather than be 
embarrassed as some girls might be, she winked. "You're just lucky I had a big 
breakfast." With that, she finished hers, pulled his plate over and finished that too.

Karl put down his fork. "Thank you for joining me," he said. "And for not killing me."

Robyn shrugged. "No biggy." She cleaned his plate with a bit of naan and sat back, 
wiping her luscious lips. "So, I take it you like big tits. Well, take a good look, pervert. 
Sorry about it being wash day. My cleavage exposing blouses are all dirty." She dusted 
crumbs off of her hoody. "I have to admit, these are the best you're ever likely to see. 
Now, unless you plan on springing for dessert..."

"Actually, the first thing that attracted me to you is your bottom."

"What?" Her eyes grew wide. "Seriously? You sure it wasn't these big girls?" She hefted 
her boobs at him. Her worn pink hoody did as much as it could to cover them, but it was 
a tad tight through the nipple region.

"Well, now that you mention it, they are magnificent," he had to admit. "But I was 
standing behind you in the library and you were bent over..."

"Oh Christ!" Robyn blushed. "Not a pretty sight I'm sure."

"Oh, but it WAS!" Karl insisted. "Breathtaking, actually. You have gloriously round 
cheeks..."

"Stop." Robyn held up a big hand. 

Karl shut up, knowing what that big hand was capable of. He watched as she turned quite 
red and then composed herself.

Robyn fanned her face with a menu. She eyed Karl sideways and contemplated. "You 
REALLY like my... my big fat butt?" Her cheeks reddened.

"Love it. You are a goddess," Karl replied in earnest.

"Hmmmmm... a goddess?" She rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. "I like that." She 
smiled, blushing more. "And..." she leaned forward making the table groan under her 
upper body, "what exactly would you be willing to do for this goddess?"

Karl's heart fluttered. He leaned forward so that their faces were within inches. 
"Anything you say. I would serve you completely. Do you like foot rubs? Back rubs? If 
only you would let me kiss that wonderful bottom of yours I would..."

"Wait. Hold. On! You wanna KISS my BUTT?" Robyn laughed loudly. People around 
the restaurant tried not to gape at her. "That would take a lot of kissing." A small fit of 
giggles overcame her. Her rack bounced to her mirth.

"I would die to have my face BURRIED up your ass." Karl went for broke, ignoring their 
small audience.

"If you got your head up my ass, you just might die, little man," she said.

"It would be worth it. I can already imagine you sitting on my face..."

"Hmmmmm." She sat back. "Sitting on your face? Face sitting... I hear girls get paid for 
that sort of thing. Smothering, is it called? I saw it on MyFace or some such thing."

"I would gladly pay!" Karl shot back. "Of course!"

Robyn giggled. "Really? You would seriously give me real money to get your face up my 
butt? To have my 225 pounds resting on your puny skull?"

"Yes! Oh god yes!" Karl was beside himself. 225 pounds? Well more than twice his own 
weight!

"Wow." Robyn looked him up and down. "You really got it bad for my cheeks, pervert."

"I mean no disrespect. I only say what is honestly true." Karl lowered his head. "I hope I 
haven't offended you."

"Hmmmmm. So, how much do girls get for that sort of thing - sitting on faces and what 
not?" She raised her eyebrows and looked around, trying to act as if she wasn't that 
interested. Truth was, she could seriously use some extra scratch. The barista job wasn't 
paying the bills.

"Someone like you, Miss, could demand $300 an hour. Probably more."

"300!" she gasped.

Karl nodded. And smiled deep inside, crossing his fingers under the table.

Robyn thought for a while. "You've done a lot of this sort of thing?"

"Just once," Karl admitted. "I went to a convention in Vegas."

"A convention? You mean, they hold conventions so little worms like you can have their 
faces smashed by amazons?"

"Actually, it's just to meet them," Karl replied. "Some of the girls do sessions, but not all. 
Some will actually sit on you. It's all done with rules and agreement and respect. They 
are all very nice. No sex, of course." 

Not unless you leave the convention and walk a block to meet some of the local girls, he 
thought to himself.

"And for $300 a pop?"

"Per hour, Miss Robyn. Sessions can last three hours, sometimes."

"And you have that kind of money?" Robyn blushed when she asked the question in a 
low voice. The idea was tempting in more ways than one. She had always felt like a 
freak, but here was a man who saw her as special. Still, she wasn't certain she could go 
through with it. Sit on his face? She would feel like a cow!

"Enough for you and a room at any hotel of your choosing, Miss Robyn. You wouldn't 
even have to go to your home or mine. All private and respectful. Whatever you say, 
goes."

She knew that part was true. If he tried anything she could easily ring his little neck.

Robyn looked out the window. As if it were a sign from the goddesses, there was a fancy 
five star hotel only a block away. They have room service and king-sized beds, she 
imagined. Maybe she could get this pervert to pay for all of it. The idea of having that 
kind of power got her hot. 

But what would she wear. It really was laundry day and she had on her old granny 
panties.

She looked down the other way. There was a specialty shop that carried romantic 
undergarments for women. She wondered if they had her size. It was like the universe 
was handing her this opportunity on a silver platter.

"What have you got on you right now?" she asked. "How much cash?"

Karl pulled his money out and spread it on the table. Robyn picked it up -$840 in 20s and 
10s. "Why do you carry so much?"

"I have a credit card, but I don't like to use it. My bank is just up the street if I need 
more," he replied.

Robyn tucked his cash into her bra, expecting him to complain. He didn't even blink. 
"I'm taking this to buy something sexy for myself," she told him. "It's not a payment for 
anything else." He nodded, surprising her. This was too easy! He was just going to let her 
take over $800? 

"Go get more money," she told him. "A few thousand to be safe - and get us a room at 
that hotel over there - a nice one. Check in as Mr. and Mrs. Fetteresel." (Robyn was 
fluent in German). "I'll join you soon."

"Yes, Miss Robyn. Is that all?"

Is that all? Robyn didn't know where to begin. He had just paid for lunch and had given 
her cash for a shopping spree and had no guarantee he would ever see her again. But he 
wants to know if there is more he could do for her? She was beginning to warm up to this 
new role.

She held out her hand. "You may kiss my fingers before you leave," she said 
indifferently.

"Thank you!" Karl stood and bowed and kissed her fingers, gently, one by one. He 
paused when he was done. "Thank you so much," he said, and backed away.

Robyn fanned herself. It was getting to be quite a day. Two other men were now looking 
her over, admiring her. One of them winked - she flipped him off. She noticed that kind 
of thing before - one man likes you and others want to have you. She was used to 
attention. How many times had she used her boobs to get what she wanted, she mused - 
grades or jobs or favors. Too many to count - a certain kind of man had always been 
putty in her hands. 

And now, her ass was beginning to pay off. She smiled. At least his face would be down 
where she could have more fun with it already. She blushed at the thought. She also 
smiled, like a cat.

Time to go shopping.

When she stepped into the lingerie store, doubt and anxiety were having a cage match 
between her ribs. She was sweating like a soaker hose. Maybe she should just leave and 
take the money.

Tiny ladies with slender bodies straightened displays and fussed with their beautiful hair 
- these were the women men usually imagined, she thought. Not her. She began to turn 
away.

One of them approached her. The small girl smiled up at her. "May I help you?"

"Do you have anything sexy that will fit me?" Might as well be direct.

The girl looked her up and down appraisingly. "Powerful, playful or romantic?"

Robyn pushed her glasses up. "Uh... powerful, I guess."

The girl winked. "Good choice. Follow me, please."

Robyn felt like a freight carrier following a tiny tug boat into harbor as she strode after 
the girl, being careful to not walk too fast and crush her. Eventually, they got to the back 
of the store. On a stand before Robyn was a mannequin wearing a black leather lace up 
bodice, black stockings and knee high boots. A dominatrix outfit, though Robyn had 
never heard the word.

"We may be able to get you into something like this," the little girl chirped. "And I might 
add, it would be quite flattering with your body type."

"Really?"

"Trust me on this one," the girl smirked. "Would you like to try it on?"

"uh..." Robyn blushed. She looked around as if for a place to hide. The little girl before 
her felt so intimidating to her at the moment.

"Were you looking for something... tamer?" the girl asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No," Robyn decided. Tame was not the order of the day. That mannequin looked like it 
would be quite at home dominating a man and smothering him. "This will do nicely. 
Bring me the biggest one you got."

They even had the boots. And they fit! Robyn had never had boots with three inch heels 
before. "Oh my god," she gasped as she saw herself in the mirror. "My boobs look like 
they're going to spill out!"

"That's the look we're going for, Dear," said the girl Robyn was beginning to think of as 
a little fairy godmother. "You have a beautiful bosom, by the way. If I had that chest, I 
would showcase it all the time."

If you had my chest, Robyn thought, you wouldn't be able to walk. "I am, like, fucking 
HOT!" she blushed to say it. But it was true!

The girl smiled next to her elbow. "Yes you are. I told you it would work for you. Shall I 
box it up?"

The boots alone where more than Karl had given her. She didn't want to dip into her own 
slim savings. Robyn sighed and admired her new look for what might be the last time.

"To be honest," the girl leaned closer, tiptoed and whispered up. "The manager has been 
dying to move the larger sizes to make room for new stuff. I'm sure I can get him to part 
with the entire outfit for half off - maybe more."

"I only have $840."

"It's a deal, Sexy Lady," the girl winked and patted Robyn's bottom. "I'll make the 
manager see reason when he comes in."

"Box it up!" Robyn was filled with butterflies as the girl struggled to untie the bodice.

When she got to the front desk of the specified hotel, Robyn checked the register. 
Someone had signed in under Mr. & Mrs. Feetrestle, apparently the worm's attempt to 
spell Fetteresel. She chuckled.

"May I help you?" The guy behind the counter looked up at her with that nervous 
expression she was used to from intimidated men. It occurred to her that, even though 
Karl wanted her to dominate him, he didn't have such fear in his eyes when he looked at 
her. His eyes held only lust and desire. The thought gave her a thrill.

"What room has Mr. Fetteresel checked into?" she asked.

"YOU'RE... Mrs. Fetteresel?" He looked her up and down, possibly remembering the 
little man that had checked in a while ago.

Robyn gave him a scowl that backed him up two steps. "The room number?" she snarled.

"1202, Mrs. Fetteresel; the Get-a-way suite. He had me make a key for you." He placed a 
card on the counter.

She opened the door  to 1202 to find Karl struggling to arrange long stemmed roses. 
There were two vases full of them. To one side was a trolley loaded with strawberries, 
caviar, cheeses, and crackers. A huge chocolate cake filled the bottom level. Champaign 
chilled in a bucket while more bottles waited to the side. "Doesn't this look nice," she 
murmured as she closed the door.

"I'm glad you approve." Karl stopped working and came to attention. "If you desire 
anything, please let me know."

"Oh, I will - you can count on it." Robyn showed him the big bag she carried from the 
lingerie store. "Right now, I need to change."

"Would you like me to help, Miss?"

She thought about it. "No. I'll come out when I'm ready." She stepped toward the 
bathroom then stopped and turned.  "On your knees, worm!" Karl obeyed as she knew he 
would. She stepped up so that her groin hovered before his eyes. He had to look up her 
belly, up in between her tits, up to see her face high above. "From now on, you will 
address me as Mistress Robyn. Understood?"

"Yes Mistress Robyn."

"Good. Now stay there until I return. Don't move." She turned, bumping him with her 
ass, knocking him over.

Once in the bathroom, Robyn giggled. She felt like a schoolgirl stripping out of her prom 
dress. "Wow - a Jacuzzi," she noticed as she pulled off her jeans. "OH! I am sooo 
stealing this lotion! And a frosted window by the Jacuzzi to see into the bedroom? Cool 
idea! What a great suite!" Just now she made sure the window was locked. She didn't 
want Karl to see her until she was all decked out.

She stood naked in front of the three walls of mirrors. She always knew she had a 
magnificent rack and shoulders - world class, really. She had brothers, after all - she had 
seen the magazines. Nothing in any of them was better than the perfect globes of 
enormous size she sported. Some girls had big. Others had shape. She had both. She 
shimmied and watched them dance. They even turned HER on.

Shyly, she turned to check out her ass, something she had not done since she was much 
younger. It was big and round, just as she had expected. She had always assumed it was a 
draw back. She wiggled it at herself. It was actually perfectly round - buoyant too, like 
her tits. A perfect balance, actually. She rubbed it with her hands. Smooth and springy - 
no dimples - no pimples. It was, in short, beautiful. Breathtaking!

She grabbed up two big hands full and jiggled them. "That is one lucky fucking little 
pervert out there," she growled at herself. She spanked herself hard. "Damn that's a sweet 
ass!"

Half way through struggling to tie on her new bodice (it had been easier in the store with 
that little girl to help) she found herself playing with her clitoris, new black panties 
around her knees. She looked so hot, half into the black leather. Robyn braced herself 
against a wall and fingered her muff, groaning loudly. She laughed, knowing that her 
little man could hear her pleasuring herself. What must he be thinking, kneeling out there 
while she loudly masturbated in here? And he had paid good money for this suite. And he 
was on the clock for $300 an hour. She laughed louder and flicked her fingers over her 
pie. "Ohhhh God, FUCK!" It was good to be the Goddess. "He can wait," she moaned as 
she drove herself to screaming climax after screaming climax.

Once she had THAT out of the way, she finished dressing up. She threw open the 
bathroom door and stomped into the living room of the suite still full of the afterglow 
buzz. She smelled of sweat, leather and wet pussy. Her hair was a tangle and her eyes 
were on fire, glasses left behind. 

Karl trembled on his knees where she had left him an hour ago. "Goddess!" he gasped, 
his eyes wide. His hands up in supplication.

She slapped him so hard he fell to the floor. "I told you to call me Mistress Robyn, worm! 
Even if I AM a Goddess!" A small voice in the back of her mind worried that she had just 
broken his jaw. She ignored it.

"I'm sorry!" Karl whimpered.

"Get up!"

He started to stand. She helped him by grabbing his skull in both hands as if it were a 
grapefruit. She pulled him up to his toes and shoved his head deep between her sweat-
covered titties and held it there. "Time to play rough, little man! You're up against the 
big girls now!"

Robyn walked over to the bed with his head tucked into her cleavage. She fell forward 
onto the bed with little Karl under her, laughing as he struggled to gain air. She easily 
pinned his tiny arms over his head with one hand and let her melons engulf his head. 
"You think you can stand up to my ass, little man? You can't even handle my hooters!"

When she got bored laying on the little man, she decided it was time to show off some 
muscle. She stood and pulled Karl up by his hair. His eyes were rolled back in his head, 
but he was breathing. She smacked him in the face a few times to bring him to. "Let's see 
how much you weigh." 

Robyn grabbed Karl by the neck and by his belt and lifted him easily over her head. 
"Light as a feather!"

"Awwwk!" he cried through a constricted throat. She pushed him up until her arms 
locked. His back bumped the ceiling. She brought him down to chin level and then 
pushed him up again. "Awwwk!"

"I could keep this up all night! It's like you're filled with helium!" She repeated lifting 
Karl for another five minutes before tossing him to the floor. He rolled around and 
groaned.

"On your knees."

Karl complied as best he could, falling over on his first two attempts. 

"Impressed?" she asked.

Karl nodded. "Yes, Mistress Robyn."

"Afraid?"

"Very, Mistress Robyn."

Robyn stepped up to him, chuckling. "You aint seen nothin' yet." With her boots on, she 
could walk right over him while he was on his knees. She stepped up so that he was 
between her powerful legs and directly under her powerful ass. "Lick the heels of my 
boots, worm," she told him.

Karl got to work, doing his best to make those heels come in his mouth.

Robyn laughed as she watched him. "What a worthless little pervert you are," she mused. 
"I could stomp you flat, and you would still do anything I say. True?"

<lick> "Yes, Mistress Robyn." <lick>

The boots were a little tight in the toes. Robyn walked away while he was licking. He 
followed and continued to lick. She had not told him to stop. She sat on a desk (which 
creaked) and held a boot up to his face. "Remove it."

Karl removed her right boot.

"Bring me the Champaign."

Karl retrieved it the Champaign. Robyn poured half the bottle into her sweaty boot. Not a 
drop leaked out. Nicely made Italian leather.

"Tip back your head and open your mouth." Karl complied and she slowly poured all of 
that Champaign down his throat.

"Take off the other one."

A little unsteadily, Karl took off her other boot.  He was rather small for so much drink.

She considered making him drink the rest of the Champaign from the other boot, but she 
wanted some. She used a Champaign flute for hers, making Karl pour it.

She took a sip. Karl waited on his knees on the floor between her big feet looking up at 
her like a love struck puppy.

She stuffed a foot in his face. "Rub."

He complied, of course. As he worked on her feet, she ate caviar and drank. "This is the 
life," she moaned, bubbles going up her nose. She ran a strawberry through the middle of 
the cake and sucked the creamy chocolate off before eating the berry. "yummmm."

An hour later, she was feeling light headed and happy, and stuffed with chocolate. Poor 
Karl looked tired from massaging her feet and legs. And he kept eyeing the damp spot in 
her panties where her goo had been soaking in from having masturbated for an hour 
before coming out. She began to take pity on him. A little, anyway. Mostly, she wanted 
to have more fun at his expense.

She grabbed his head and rubbed his face in her groin. "Poor baby. All this time and 
money and you still haven't gotten to kiss my big fat beautiful ass."

Rubbing his face in her groin felt good, even through her panties. She decided it would 
feel better on her exposed pussy. Robyn pulled her panties to one side and mashed his 
face into her clam and rubbed it around. "Mmmmmmmm." Faster and faster, she rubbed, 
sometimes hard and sometimes soft. Eventually, she came on his face - another 
screaming orgasm. Gasping and panting she petted the top of his head as he licked up her 
dripping juice. "God I love this job," she panted.

And still he waited.

"So... you really want to kiss my butt, eh?"

"That would be glorious, Mistress Robyn. If it is not too much to ask..."

"Well, maybe I don't think you deserve to," she spat.

The big eyes and sad lips he gave her almost broke her heart, but she managed to hold her 
iron exterior. "You're just lucky I'm feeling generous tonight, pervert."

Slowly (very slowly) she pushed her panties to her knees." She instructed Karl to remove 
them the rest of the way. Smiling down at him seductively, she fingered herself for a 
while, staring at Karl as he twitched with anticipation. 

Slowly (again, very slowly) she turned around and bent over, shoving her bottom right up 
in front of his face. "Is that what you've been longing for?" she asked. 

Karl could not speak to answer. He just stared. But he dared not touch it until invited. 

Robyn swayed her hips to the left and to the right, watching him track her movements 
with such burning desire. After a few minutes of this, listening to him whimper, she said, 
"You may tenderly kiss my left cheek, worm. No hands."

Karl did so - no hands. He stretched up in order to reach from his knees. Lips touched 
and released. "Oh god!" he gasped. "Magnificent!"

She said. "I'm thinking that's enough for now. I don't want you getting too excited."

Karl whimpered quietly and trembled.

"What was that?" she snapped.

"Nothing Mistress Robyn!"

"Are you questioning my judgment?" Her voice was like the crack of a whip.

"Never Mistress Robyn!"

She waggled her big ass in his face. "Very well then. That's settled." She stayed bent 
over, showing him her ass but not letting him touch, driving him crazy. 

Eventually, she spoke again "You know what? Because I am SOOO very kind, I'm going 
to let you lick my asshole for three minutes, AND you may even touch me with your 
grubby little paws. Begin now."

She felt Karl hurriedly wedge his face up between her beefy cheeks, pushing deeper until 
his lips could finally reach her asshole. His tongue flicked her anus (it felt very nice, but 
she stifled a moan). His little hands ran up and down her legs and over her big buns. She 
played with her nipples in response to the tingling his attention was raising within her.

Robyn continued to eat and drink. She also clenched her cheeks, squeezing his head now 
and then to give him some variety. She quietly giggled at his moans when she did. 

With an eye on the clock, Robyn pulled Karl's head out of her ass when three minutes 
was up, throwing him to the floor. "Time for that face sitting you were willing to die for," 
she said. She didn't normally drink, and it was spinning her head a bit.

She stepped up over his prone body and lowered herself down slowly, settling on his 
chest in a schoolgirl pin. His face turned red with the pressure. His ribs creaked. Robyn 
chuckled and bounced. "Poor little simpleton," she whispered. "You're gonna get 
mashed." She took the time to open a new bottle of Champaign and take a swig.

Then she turned around and planted her ass on his face and shoulders. His head slid 
between her damp cheeks, so she wasn't worried about crushing it. She flexed and farted 
a wet curry fart, laughing when Karl gagged and cried out beneath her. "Are you getting a 
little more ass than you bargained for, pervert? Here's some more." She popped out a 
little squeaker and giggled. "Just paying you back for that yummy lunch."

She gave him a minute, then lifted to let him breath, then sat down again. She did this 
five times, sipping from her bottle as she did.

After that she slid so that her clam was over his face. "Lick me," she panted. 

Karl turned out to be remarkably good at this task, making Robyn come twice in quick 
succession. Lightening ran down her thighs. She soaked him in her juice, then sat 
backwards on his chest, dripping onto his shirt. 

Robyn felt like she was vibrating - the most uplifting orgasm of her life! She fondled the 
lump in Karl's pants. Karl groaned. Stiff as a post. That was good, she thought. She 
wanted to leave him wanting more.

"That's three hours of my valuable time. <hick> That comes to $900 plus grat <hick> 
gratuity - and if you ever want to see me again, I expect a generous tip. Leave a way to 
contact you on the desk and I just might, <hick> if I feel like it... someday." She stood 
up, a bit rocky on her long legs from the Champaign and from the hard orgasm.

Karl peeled himself off of the carpet and pulled a huge wad of cash from his pocket. 
Robyn leaned down and snatched it from him. ($1,500! She managed to not gasp. But she 
smiled.) "That will do." She looked down on the destroyed man at her feet while she 
tucked the money into her humid bodice (it gets hot, having orgasms while wrapped in 
leather). 

Karl's face was beet red from the smothering and he was panting heavily. Probably 
thinks he got his money's worth, she thought. She decided to make sure he wanted to see 
her again very soon.

"I imagine you plan on going home to jerk off <hick> thinking about me?"

Karl nodded. "Yes please, Mistress Robyn."

"Wouldn't you rather hump my leg, like a dog?"  <hick>

Karl looked up with delight in his eyes. "Oh GOD YESSSS, Mistress Robyn!" He undid 
his pants, exposing a respectable boner.

"I also give the most amazing head," she said, with a big grin. "How does that sound?"

"OH GOD!" Karl grabbed his cock. "Oh GOD!"

"Or maybe you could just fuck my slippery ass crack..." She turned and wagged her tail 
at him.

"OH YES! YES! YES!" Karl sprang to his feet, arms reaching for her.

"On second thought..." She turned to face him. <hick>  "Why don't you stick with going 
home and jerking off? I think that would be for the best. Don't you?"

Karl froze for 40 seconds before crumbling to his knees, destroyed. "Whatever you say, 
Mistress Robyn." His voice trembled. Tears filled his eyes.

She giggled as she watched her tormented client stuff his stiff sausage back into his pants 
with fumbling hands. He was actually crying? God, what power! He was sure to want 
more now. Maybe he would even pay MORE next time. That would be sweet. 

Karl wrote out his phone number and address with a trembling hand. Under this he wrote, 
"PLEASE CALL!"

Once out the door, Karl turned to say goodbye.

Robyn closed the door in his face before he finished, and locked it.

She enjoyed the rest of the evening in the posh hotel room - it was paid for after all. 
"What a day," she sighed as she relaxed in the Jacuzzi (a hundred rose petals floating on 
the water, Champaign in hand). "Maybe I should get some pictures taken and start one of 
those MyFace pages... get more clients. Maybe a web cam deal..."

She rolled over in the water and admired her big round butt in the mirrors (there was one 
on the ceiling over the Jacuzzi!). "Maybe I'll get a butterfly tattoo..."

Robyn hummed happily to herself as she rolled over again and pushed open the frosted 
glass window between the Jacuzzi and the bedroom. She reached out and clicked the 
remote. The TV flared to life and starting playing one of those anime movies she had 
picked up from the library.