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full figure was what struck me most. Hell, she was even bigger than I was, with wide hips leading down to thunder thighs that were wrapped in black leather pants. A black corset pushed her breasts up to a point of nearly overflow
    “I am your Mistress tonight; Mistress Diana. Welcome to the Dom Den Theater.”
    Everyone clapped as if we were watching a feature film or play.
    “Tonight, I have a submissive that won’t comply.” I looked at Kyle, but he was already looking at me. He grabbed my hand and held it.
    As a waiter walked around with a tray of full wine glasses, Kyle stopped her and grabbed two for us. He handed one to me, and I took a big gulp as the Mistress’ voice boomed through the house.
    “Now, sub. It is time for your punishment.”
    I wish I knew what the woman had done. What was provoking whatever was going to happen?
    The Mistress swung the paddle up in the air for all to see. The naked woman looked straight ahead, her back straight and head high. Her face held a slight grin; it seemed like she was enjoying this. I wasn’t sure if I could stand naked in a room in front of complete strangers.
    “Now, sub. Turn around and assume the position.” The Mistress slapped the paddle against her own palm as her sub turned her back to the crowd, bending over a chair and showing her ass to us—a round ass that already looked red. I held my breath, unsure of what was going to happen next.
    “Now, sub. Tell everyone what you told me earlier.” Her voice echoed throughout the room, mingling with the classical music still playing.
    “I want to be disciplined, Mistress. Please discipline me,” the girl begged. She actually wanted this... whatever this was.
    “Well, Mistress is not one to deprive punishment when it is needed.” Mistress Diana looked like she was in full control. I forgot that she was a big girl. Looking at her, it didn’t matter what size she was, and glancing at the rest of the audience, they didn’t care either. Everyone sipped their drinks, smiled, and watched the show.
    Raising her hand in the air, she swooped down with the paddle, creating a thunder-like crashing smack to the ass of the sub. Her moans rang through the room as she struggled and shifted in the chair.
    “Oh, Mistress. I am so sorry. I am so bad. Please... beat it out of me.”
    I took a bigger gulp of my wine this time, almost swallowing half of the glass.
    Everyone in the audience was cheering Mistress Diana on. Her hand swung again, and I caught a glimpse of the excess blubber under her arm as she slapped the ass of her naughty sub. No one seemed to care that she had underarm fat. Why did it matter to me? Why was I so afraid?
    Mistress Diana seemed to look at everyone in the crowd, holding their eyes in hers, and she finally made it to me. She issued a deep stare from her brown eyes to mine that I did not dare break. She winked at me, then moved on to the next audience member.
    Shit... what did that mean? I knew it, from that moment on, I wanted to do this. Maybe not in this setting, but I wanted to have that confidence; that moving ability of captivating a crowd.
    Kyle bent his head down, whispering in my ear.
    “You think you wanna do this? You’re a natural, and you don’t even know it.” He kissed my neck as he let the words marinate.
    I thought of all the years of feeling inferior. Looking at Diana, she was a Mistress; a controller; a Dom that looked like she felt inferior to no one.
    I drank the rest of the wine from my glass, guzzling it in one swallow.
    Looking at Kyle, all I could do was nod. Looking in his eyes, I could feel he already knew what I was saying. Most of all, I knew what I had to do. Trevor had to go; the thought brought tears to my eyes, but I had to do it.
    “You are worth more,” he whispered to me. “You are beautiful, and you deserve more.”
    I believed him, and he was right. But I was scared.
    Yesterday, I was drowning in a river of my dysfunction. Kyle arrived in my life with a raft