Rags to riches through being professional domina

I used to date a 20‑year‑old man who came to the U.S. on a student work‑and‑travel visa. At first he made an effort to make me feel good about myself and our relationship, and I fell in love with him even though I’m 35 years older. Part of me always suspected he was doing it just for a chance at citizenship, like so many men without U.S. status. Because of that, I hinted that I was only interested in serious relationships that could lead to marriage — even though I also wanted to have fun and see where things went.

The young man quickly moved into my place, but I insisted we not have intercourse, at least not the classical kind. He still gave me pleasure with his lips and tongue. I told myself that since his organ wasn’t involved it wasn’t intercourse — a silly distinction, I know — but he was eager to please and willing to do anything to move in. Our days started and our nights ended with my thighs around his neck and him giving me what I needed. I’d been divorced for over a decade and really enjoyed reliving my youth with him. My daughters were grown and living in other states.

As time passed, though, I noticed he was hiding his messages and seemed nervous when I came near him. I grew curious about what he was hiding, and finally I found an opportunity to learn his phone passcode from my video surveillance. He’d already been living with me for several months; his work permit was about to expire the next day, and we’d already arranged for him to stay another month on a tourist visa. One night he left his phone on the charger while he slept, so I took it from the charger and unlocked it in the bathroom.

I was right — he was trying to scam me about marriage. I had lied about being open to marriage, but his messages to relatives appalled me. He ridiculed my job as a CNA and my nursing career, insulted my earnings and my home (even though he was living there), and mocked my divorce. Worse, he made disgusting remarks about my height, weight, and appearance — calling me a “fat elephant” and a “perverted granny,” slandering my private parts and my hygiene, and criticizing grooming. He even mocked phrases we used and things we did in bed, which stung. He slandered my daughters with derogatory, misogynistic terms and insulted my underage grandchildren as well. My blood boiled and I wanted to get back at him before he left. Still, I stayed calm and returned to our bed.

Since that day, I started becoming more and more reckless in the sack, demanding more and more demeaning things for him and I ensured to get his consent and talked him into recording us doing it. I said I'll be sending those to him to make him horny while he was away so he can think of me before he returns again the next summer, as we already planned to continue our relationship. Using his face as a front seat, spreading my gigantic thighs to the camera as he was licking my privates, squeezing his neck, slapping his face when I felt displeased, grinding my crotch and grabbing his face as I face-sat him to get my climax, I was never enough. I slowly pushed limits during that last month, until I started squirting my full bladder into his mouth.

On his last day before going on an airplane flight, I talked him into licking my anus. I told him I'll go to bathroom to take a shower and wash it thoroughly, which I did, but I also used my equipment and performed enema on myself to make sure I empty my belly. I brought portable potty seat I used for patients and told him to lie below me for easier access, asked him to open wide, as my stomach was barely holding my waste and, as he started licking my anus, I emptied my intestines right into his mouth and all over his face! I felt such a relief and started moaning and grunting, while my ass kept pushing it all relentlessly. As soon as I was done, I pretended I had an urgent call, wiped my ass and threw the paper onto a pile on his face. I texted him to clean it up before I return and I returned back just in time to drive him to airport. He was neat and clean, but unusually silent. I was chatting him up and cheering, telling him I'll send him the video as well. He feigned a smile but I saw tears in his eyes. I thought that's the last time I saw him, but within day of his departure he continued sending me messages to keep in contact. He confirmed he'll come over the next summer as well.

In the mean time, I created an online account to post our video and published the last one. It was an instant success so I decided to monetize it. Soon enough, I gained a following and they demanded more content, so I started posting face-sitting and, front-seating and squirting videos as well. Being extremely tall and plump only added to the allure of a domina of some sort. By March the next year, I ran out of videos I posted each week, so I feigned that I'm going on a hiatus. That is, until my scammy lover came back in May. By that time, I earned so much that I bought another home and started renting it. My first scat video brought me more than I got from my yearly salary.

As soon as my lover came to US, I resumed posting videos. This time my videos were even more varied, with toys and various other things to dominate him, from him holding a dildo in his mouth for me to penetrate myself while facesitting, to pegging him with largest double dildo-vibrator I could find. And scat and squirt videos got even more explicit. I made sure to have enough videos for a 6-month period when he was back in his own country.

My online presence grew even larger and I had lots of vids, never showing my face of course. I started hitting gym regularly to gain more shape while retaining my extremely corpulent build. Within that year, I earned a real fortune and bragged to my lover about getting rich but not telling how. A self-made millionaire style made me start my own nursing home business as well and it also lures my lover to come over for another summer. I had even more content and we shot new clips from my personal dungeon within a luxury mansion I bought. But after that year, he had enough, as he likely figured out I won't marry him. I never heard of him and his online presence seemed like he simply stopped any activity on his facebook, instagram, everything. Last thing I know about him is that his phone number was taken by someone else, which I figured out thanks to having his viber and whatsapp.

While thinking what to do next, I kept posting videos I stockpiled. Then I decided to pay for my performers. To spice things up for my audience, I announced on my profile that I broke up with my boyfriend so I'll be posting videos with guys I allegedly find on tinder, POF, OKcupid and other dating sites. I also started my own site and started paying other performers as well, while staying the main star. My business revenue literally exploded since then.

Now that I'm looking back at it and how it started, I am really grateful to that young man and all other young men. I never thought that I'll have a dominant personality, much less that I'll enjoy it so much. Even when I was a 20 y/o sports athlete with a very domineering body frame, I was still a passive and submissive woman. And now, in my 60s, I am an epitome of a dominant woman, without even faking it. I literally enjoy it and the thing I like the most is that I can afford the life for my grandchildren that I wanted to afford for my daughters, but couldn't.

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