I am 43 year old married heterosexual woman. My husband and I have been married for 17 years and have a 16 year old daughter! I am six foot tall. I am always on high heels. I was always the tallest in my class. They use to call me “giraffe†The older I get the more confidence I get from the fact that I am tall. Women aren’t supposed to take up a lot of space, we aren’t supposed to be bigger than guys, aren’t supposed to be the tallest in the room. And the fact that I am is making me happy. Honestly even though it doesn’t make sense being tall has made me more secure in my femininity and beauty. I throughly enjoy being large My parents are extremely rich. I grew up rich.
I am dressing up everywhere (even for grocery shopping ). The whole shebang, satin/leather/shiny pants/skirts, satin/silk blouses, pantyhose, shapewear, high heels, full make up on, be it morning, noon or evening.
Most of my outfits are well-coordinated in terms of color
I love my style and get lots of compliments on my clothes. I am always dressed up to the max, on high heels, full make up on.
Recently i started having these weird experiences with these women. It's like some kind of floodgates have opened. I am interested / curious about exploring and expanding my submissive side in ways that I previously have had no inkling i was even into. I want to write down everything in details. I want to share my experiences. .
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I became a B&B owner about three months ago. I have only one employee. This 57 year old divorced woman Meg. She has one son. Her son lives in another state with his wife and children. She is the innkeeper. Meg lives in the B&B, downstairs away from the main rooms. There is a diner next to the B&B. The diner looks like something from a different decade, maybe the 1960's or 70's. The front of the diner is like one of those old train cars, constructed out of grey metal. They have 10 tables dotted the white and black tiled floor and a low counter you could sit at. This 73 year old woman Ann is the owner. I have an arrangement with Ann. She does all the cooking for my guests (breakfast, dinner & dessert)
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About six weeks ago I arrived at the B&B. I got out of the car. I was wearing a purple long sleeve satin blouse buttoned up to the top tucked into pink satin pants, and 5 inch heels purple shoes. I had full make up on. This huge van was parked in front of the B&B. These women were sitting on the porch. I counted eight women. I noticed that all 8 women were kinda weird looking. My employee Meg was standing on the porch with this really short like 5 ft 3 pale face thin lips light brown haired with Chin-Length haircut woman in her mid 50s . I walked up to them. The small pale woman reached up with her both small wrinkly hands and started to rub my upper breasts. This weird small old skinny woman didn’t say anything at first she was just slowly rubbing my upper breasts. I was totally caught off-guard, and i simply stood there not knowing what to do. Then she said
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"my name is Gretchen. Wow. You are real. Meg said that the owner of this place is a giant woman dressed in satin had to toe, but i had to see with my own eyes. I just can’t resist touching and stroking satin fabric because It's just so soft and smooth to touch when rubbing. I love this feel . The softness, the way that my hands and slips and slides on the fabric is out of this world. It is not sexual at all. I don't like to wear silk or satin clothes but I just can’t resist touching and stroking satin fabric because It's just so soft and smooth to touch when rubbing. I am " she told me and still was slowly rubbing my upper breasts
"Yes she is always dressed up to the max" Meg commented.
This weird small old skinny woman Gretchen was still slowly rubbing my upper breasts with her both hands and continued chatting with me and Meg. This weirdo woman Gretchen asked a bunch of nosy questions too. She just kept rubbing my upper breasts !!! For the whole conversation!!! Finally she said that she needs to pee, she removed her hands from my upper breasts and walked inside to the restroom.
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" This place is full. These women are from all over New England. Some women's organisation is paying for them to travel around . These women are poor. Supposedly these socially awkward poor women are suffering from anxiety and depression. This organisation pays for them to stay at places like this and hang out with each other . Gretchen is the coordinator " Meg explained. We walked inside. Gretchen walked out of the restroom , walked up to me and reached up and placed her both hands on my upper breasts . I froze like a weirdo again and attempted to crack a joke. She just rested her hands on my upper breasts and continued chatting with me and my employee. I was so shocked. I just stood there awkwardly. I had to be polite because she was my guest and I was backed up against the front desk. This weirdo Gretchen asked a bunch of nosy questions too. I was totally unprepared for that behavior from anyone. 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. Probably because of my size and my bitch resting face. My lack of familiarity with this type of situations was not just limited to being groped either, as so far i had no involvement with lesbians at all.
This small woman Gretchen just kept her hands on my upper breasts!!! For the whole conversation!!! I couldn't move back because of the front desk behind me, so I couldn't escape. It was so awkward and wrong! Finally she said that she needs to stretch her back, she removed her hands from my upper breasts and walked up the stairs to her room. .
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About an hour later i was standing in the kitchen. My employee Meg and this 79 year old woman Beth our guest were sitting at the table and chatting. I just stood there in the middle of the kitchen . The conversation between Meg and our guest Beth continued. I contributed to the chatter. Than Gretchen walked into the kitchen and started kinda circling , but she stopped behind me. She just stood behind me. All of a sudden I felt her hand rest on my upper back, I tensed up but i didn't move away from it. The contact had been deliberate, nothing like an accidental brush of the hand that can happen in such situations.
I let out my breath and willed myself to relax.
This small satin toucher woman Gretchen must have mistaken the lack of a vocal protest as a positive sign and placed her other hand on my back, and she started slowly rubbing her both hands up and down my back. My lack of protest must have only served to boost her confidence, so she just kept slowly rubbing her both small hands up and down my back.
Then this weird small Gretchen stopped rubbing my back, moved around in front of me, started to rub my upper arms with her both hands and said to me.
“ Big Woman I know I’m invading your personal space but I can’t help it. This satin material It s just so soft and smooth to touch when rubbing, you have a beautiful blouse. you are so shiney. I just can’t resist touching and stroking satin fabric because It s just so soft and smooth to touch when rubbing. I love this feel. The softness, the way that my hands and slips and slides on the fabric is out of this world. It is not sexual at all. I don t like to wear silk or satin clothes but I just can’t resist touching and stroking satin fabric because It s just so soft and smooth to touch when rubbing. â€
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"I m sorry Gretchen, do I have a sign on me that says it s okey to stroke me? I m very fond of my personal space " I replied, but she just proceeded to rub my upper arms with her both hands. Meg and our guest Beth were sitting at the table, continued their conversation like nothing was happening. Than I said " I need to pee. " Gretchen finally stopped rubbing my upper arms and said" Ok Big Woman. " sat at the table and joined the conversation. I went to the restroom.
I got out of the restroom walked into the living room, i sat on this indoor bench and started talking to these two women my guests about the weather. That was a big mistake. About 5 minutes later Gretchen walked into the living room, sat next to me on my left side and joined the conversation. At one point, as she was sitting next to me on my left side this weird small satin toucher woman Gretchen just started stroking my back with her right hand. She rubbed my back with her right hand while the four of us had a conversation for a FULL TEN MINUTES, just slowly rubbing all over it including the top of my butt.
That bothered me but I didn't know how to say to her don't touch me with out sounding rude. So this small creepy woman Gretchen just kept rubbing my back with her right hand for like 10 minutes. It was awkward, i felt uncomfortable, so i finally got up and said "i just need to stretch my legs."
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I circled the room for like 5 minutes, than i just stopped and stood there listening to this woman my guest talking about her son and his kids, then Gretchen got up, walked up to me and started rubbing my back with her left hand and rubbing my upper right arm and shoulder with her right hand. I made an off-handed comment about how it IS, in fact, weird. But she just said “ Big Woman I know I’m invading your personal space but I can’t help it. This satin material It's just so soft and smooth to touch when rubbing.†and proceeded to rub my back with her left hand and rub my upper right arm and shoulder with her right hand for like 5 minutes, while i just stood there listening to my guest talking like nothing weird was happening.
Then Gretchen practically sat me on the indoor bench, she sat next to me on my left side placed her right hand on my back and started rubbing. I kept talking to these women my guests like nothing weird was happening. They seemed weirded out by Gretchen's behaviour, but they ignored that and said/did nothing as if nothing was happening. So Gretchen spent ages rubbing my back all over with her right hand. I kept waiting for her to stop but she never did! I finally said “stop touching me Gretchen!†She just shrugged and said “ Sorry I just can't help it !†Than she removed her hand from my back. About 5 minutes later i got up, said "i need fresh air." .
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Controlled by the satin toucher. (F/F)
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I wanted to avoid Gretchen, i walked outside, i saw this nice divorced woman in her early 50s who lives nearby walking her dog on the yard, so i walked over to her and started talking to her. But this weirdo small touchy feely woman Gretchen walked out of my B&B walked up behind me just placed her both hands on my back and started rubbing. She said .
"uuuu i love your blouse. Big Woman you are so elegant and shiny. This softness." she said. I kept talking with my neighbor like nothing weird was happening. So this weirdo small touchy feely Gretchen spent ages rubbing my back all over with her both hands. I kept waiting for her to stop but she never did! Then she finally stopped rubbing my back, but she placed her both hands on my sides and just left them there! I ended the conversation with my neighbor, she turned her back on me and continued walking her dog.
I started walking and this small skinny touchy feely woman Gretchen just linked her right arm in mine while we walked , and it was so uncomfortable. She said "Big Woman you are extremely fashionable, elegant, glamorous, and classy. I love touching your clothes." I tried to walk faster but i was on 5 inch high heels. Then this weirdo Gretchen gave me a full frontal hug pressing her face on my breasts and said "Big Woman because you are much taller than me, these hugs make me feel very secure and cared for. You are sooo tall, big and soft" .
I've had to remove myself gracefully from the hug after a minute or so. This young couple our guests were standing in front of the diner. I said hi and walked over to them. Gretchen followed me and said to the young couple " I love Big Woman's clothes. She is so shiney and so glammed up. But aren't these clothes too tight? ". she asked me
" 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. These clothes are form fitting, but because of my body type anything i wear looks tight on me. " I replied.
Then she took my left hand in both of hers and said, 'Big Woman I'm sooooo glad that i choose your place to stay a night with my group. ' While she said this she was massaging my fingers and smiling .
Then this weird small old skinny woman Gretchen, just started petting my back with her right hand and started explaining to the young couple" I just can’t resist touching and stroking satin fabric because It's just so soft and smooth to touch when rubbing. I love this feel . The softness, the way that my hands and slips and slides on the fabric is out of this world. It is not sexual at all. I don't like to wear silk or satin clothes but I just can’t resist touching and stroking satin fabric because It's just so soft and smooth to touch when rubbing." for some reason i decided to tolerate her petting. So she just kept slowly petting all over my back for like 3 minutes, while she was talking about her satin fetish and i just stood there stiff as a board not saying a word. .
Then this weirdo Gretchen stopped petting me, held out a hand to me, and said "Big Woman why don't we sit on the porch. " I took her hand, and let her lead me out to the porch .
This small skinny touchy feely Gretchen just linked her right arm in mine while we walked , and it was so uncomfortable. She said " This is AMAZING! Ever since I was little, I’ve always known from the instance I meet someone whether or not they are inherently a good person or a bad person. Because of this I do indeed believe that everyone is either good or bad and there is no in between. I firmly believe that if a bad person tries to be good, it will only last for so long. I think people are born either good or bad, and because of society those born “bad†try to be good, but their true side reveals itself eventually. Louisa you are a good woman" So we talked and walked slowly towards the porch , her arm hooked on mine.
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We walked on the porch, I finally pulled my arm out of her arm. She offered me drink from the vending machines, but i declined her offer. Then she sat on the porch sofa and pulled me gently down beside her on the sofa. Then this small weird woman Gretchen started talking and started petting my left shoulder and upper arm with her right hand and said “ Big Woman I know I’m invading your personal space but I can’t help it. This satin material It's just so soft and smooth to touch when rubbing. You don't mind do you?â€
These young couple our guests were watching . They were kinda shocked. I didn't want to make a scene so i decided to tolerate her petting "I don't mind." I reluctantly replied , so she just proceeded to rub my left shoulder with her right hand. So she just kept slowly petting all over my left shoulder and upper back, while she just kept rambling on about good and bad people. It felt like a religious indoctrination session. She just kept petting me.
So this weird small Gretchen continued talking, while she was petting my upper back and shoulders for like 10 minutes. So after like 10 minutes finally she said
" I gotta go. I have to pee'"
Then this weird small Gretchen surprised me with a kiss on the cheek. How European I thought. I got up and she got up and hugged me full frontal and held me her face pressed against my breasts( her face is exactly the level of my breasts) for an uncomfortably long time. I've had to remove myself gracefully after a minute or so. Gretchen walked inside. I was flustered and confused.
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"uuuu i love your blouse. Big Woman you are so elegant and shiny. This softness." she said. I kept talking with my neighbor like nothing weird was happening. So this weirdo small touchy feely Gretchen spent ages rubbing my back all over with her both hands. I kept waiting for her to stop but she never did! Then she finally stopped rubbing my back, but she placed her both hands on my sides and just left them there! I ended the conversation with my neighbor, she turned her back on me and continued walking her dog.
I started walking and this small skinny touchy feely woman Gretchen just linked her right arm in mine while we walked , and it was so uncomfortable. She said "Big Woman you are extremely fashionable, elegant, glamorous, and classy. I love touching your clothes." I tried to walk faster but i was on 5 inch high heels. Then this weirdo Gretchen gave me a full frontal hug pressing her face on my breasts and said "Big Woman because you are much taller than me, these hugs make me feel very secure and cared for. You are sooo tall, big and soft" .
I've had to remove myself gracefully from the hug after a minute or so. This young couple our guests were standing in front of the diner. I said hi and walked over to them. Gretchen followed me and said to the young couple " I love Big Woman's clothes. She is so shiney and so glammed up. But aren't these clothes too tight? ". she asked me
" 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. These clothes are form fitting, but because of my body type anything i wear looks tight on me. " I replied.
Then she took my left hand in both of hers and said, 'Big Woman I'm sooooo glad that i choose your place to stay a night with my group. ' While she said this she was massaging my fingers and smiling .
Then this weird small old skinny woman Gretchen, just started petting my back with her right hand and started explaining to the young couple" I just can’t resist touching and stroking satin fabric because It's just so soft and smooth to touch when rubbing. I love this feel . The softness, the way that my hands and slips and slides on the fabric is out of this world. It is not sexual at all. I don't like to wear silk or satin clothes but I just can’t resist touching and stroking satin fabric because It's just so soft and smooth to touch when rubbing." for some reason i decided to tolerate her petting. So she just kept slowly petting all over my back for like 3 minutes, while she was talking about her satin fetish and i just stood there stiff as a board not saying a word. .
Then this weirdo Gretchen stopped petting me, held out a hand to me, and said "Big Woman why don't we sit on the porch. " I took her hand, and let her lead me out to the porch .
This small skinny touchy feely Gretchen just linked her right arm in mine while we walked , and it was so uncomfortable. She said " This is AMAZING! Ever since I was little, I’ve always known from the instance I meet someone whether or not they are inherently a good person or a bad person. Because of this I do indeed believe that everyone is either good or bad and there is no in between. I firmly believe that if a bad person tries to be good, it will only last for so long. I think people are born either good or bad, and because of society those born “bad†try to be good, but their true side reveals itself eventually. Louisa you are a good woman" So we talked and walked slowly towards the porch , her arm hooked on mine.
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We walked on the porch, I finally pulled my arm out of her arm. She offered me drink from the vending machines, but i declined her offer. Then she sat on the porch sofa and pulled me gently down beside her on the sofa. Then this small weird woman Gretchen started talking and started petting my left shoulder and upper arm with her right hand and said “ Big Woman I know I’m invading your personal space but I can’t help it. This satin material It's just so soft and smooth to touch when rubbing. You don't mind do you?â€
These young couple our guests were watching . They were kinda shocked. I didn't want to make a scene so i decided to tolerate her petting "I don't mind." I reluctantly replied , so she just proceeded to rub my left shoulder with her right hand. So she just kept slowly petting all over my left shoulder and upper back, while she just kept rambling on about good and bad people. It felt like a religious indoctrination session. She just kept petting me.
So this weird small Gretchen continued talking, while she was petting my upper back and shoulders for like 10 minutes. So after like 10 minutes finally she said
" I gotta go. I have to pee'"
Then this weird small Gretchen surprised me with a kiss on the cheek. How European I thought. I got up and she got up and hugged me full frontal and held me her face pressed against my breasts( her face is exactly the level of my breasts) for an uncomfortably long time. I've had to remove myself gracefully after a minute or so. Gretchen walked inside. I was flustered and confused.
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