June 14, 2087
I've often thought about paying for a real-life BSDM experience with a professional domme, but I never really found the courage to make it more than just a fantasy until today.
I've always been into dominant girls, and some of my relationships were pretty much based on sexual domination. The reason I was so much attracted to a professional wasn't for my lack of experience. It was the anonymity, the one-time thing. I wanted to be used and abused, just to be dumped when no longer needed. The relationships don't work this way. The one-night things came close from time to time, but I was never lucky enough to hit a girl with the right mindset.
I wasn't hooked on pain, humiliation, or swearing. For me, it was always about power. I didn't just want to feel helpless; I wanted to experience it for real. I wanted my partner to be the one in control, with me being unable to change anything about that.
The size was a big thing for me. I loved taller women, and I've always tried to find the tallest date possible. I've been with a girl who was 196cm tall once, and she was a whole 18cm taller than me. It was a great experience, definitely the best one I've had so far. But still, I was a 90kg guy. She could have been roughly the same weight at best. If I wanted to, I stood a solid chance to overpower her.
So there I was, alone in my apartment and getting bored. The advantage of living in a megalopolis is whatever you can possibly think of - chances are you can find it around here. So I opened up the latest issue of Femdom, the local erotic magazine. It was an actual paper printed stuff, and these were the premium nowadays. I've quickly browsed through its pages letting my mind wander places until I've come upon the advertising section. There were many professional ads with photos designed to catch an eye, but one of them was completely different. In the last sub-section called Genomed, a small black frame with phone number and plain text saying "I'll be your GOD for the night." really got my curiosity. I was staring at it for some time and realized I was grinning.
It seemed to have hit the right buttons, so I closed the magazine, fapped to some exceedingly wet face-riding porn, and I contentedly dived into my sofa starting Netflix. When the movie was about half an hour in, I suddenly realized I had no idea what was going on in there. My mind was fixed upon that tiny black frame from Femdom magazine I saw earlier, and it wouldn't go away no matter how hard I tried.
I found myself listing through Femdom again a few minutes later, locating the little magic box. I was staring at it for a good quarter an hour, holding my device, before I finally dialed in the number and pressed the Call button. The phone rang a few times before someone picked it up. It was quiet, so I started to talk.
"Ehm, hey! I've seen your ad in the Femdom m..." I was cut off in the middle of a sentence.
"Where are you right now?" A strict female voice asked, and I told her without really thinking about it.
"Good, you've got 30 minutes. Bring 2000." She said and spoke the address. Then she hung up.
I was shocked - this wasn't what I expected at all. And 2000? That was just absurd. "You wish!" I shouted to the dead phone, and I tossed it on the sofa. Then I just sat there staring at my device for god knows how long. "Screw this!" I shouted again, grabbed my pants and device, and hit the street. I only had about 12 minutes left, so I took my mono and rushed as fast as I could. I was sure I wasn't going to pay 2000 for who-knows-what, but my curiosity was too strong, so I had to find out more about the mysterious genomed GOD from Femdom magazine.
When I got to the huge ancient red door and pulled out my device to check on time, it said the phone call was 29 minutes ago. I made it.
There was a terminal on the left side with a single button saying, GOD.
I pressed the button, and a female voice answered from the speaker:
"Where are you coming from?"
I spoke my address once again.
"What took you so long? Use your device to open the door and get changed. FAST!" She said, and the speaker went dead again.
I must admit I've enjoyed the way she spoke to me. She sounded calm and gentle, yet strict and quite intimidating for some reason. I placed my device close to the terminal, and a prompt asking me to confirm the 2000 transaction appeared. By now, I was too curious to back from this. I've approved the transaction, and the door lock opened with a buzz.
I walked into the hall, and the huge door locked again as they closed behind me. The same huge door was at the end, but it was marked with a sign saying "GOD" this time. There was another entrance on the right side equipped with a classic door, the sign on those said "Worshipper changing room". I felt the urge to try and open the "GOD" entrance, but the respect I felt for the female voice wouldn't let me do it. I entered the changing room as she instructed. It was a tiny room with a few coat hangs, and a chrome buttoned black harness was hanging on one of them. I've removed my clothes and put on the harness. I wasn't really fond of these things, but this one seemed like the right kind of kinky. I opened up the next door and entered a vast room. The door locked again as it closed behind me. It was a church, or at least it was meant to look like one. The setting was quite moody, there were lights everywhere, and the walls were covered with graffiti writings. I stopped to read them, but suddenly a familiar female voice spoke: "You're late little one." She said calmly.
"Not really, I checked the time upon arriving here, and it said 29 minutes from the call." I opposed
"Come forward." She replied.
I did as she said, and when I reached the stairs, I've noticed movement on the top. She rose up and walked down the staircase straight to me. I froze in place with her first movement as I immediately realized there was something off about her. She was huge! I couldn't believe my eyes. I have never seen anyone her size in my life, and I had no idea something like this was possible. I was well aware of gene treatments that could make you taller or shorter, but this was entirely different. This woman was gigantic!
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As she stepped down from the staircase, she stopped right in front of me. She was easily twice as tall as me and at least five times my weight. I won't lie, I was scared shitless!
"You were saying?" She asked calmly.