My own employee left me clothless at a lesbian B&B. Groped and exposed.

[Marla81]

I am 44 year old divorced woman. I have two daughters.

I often feel powerful and confident, thought sometimes I feel like I can be accidentally intimidating (I’m 6 foot tall”). I’ve learned to be a little extra friendly or goofy with new people so they don’t get that impression.

When I’m feeling low self esteem sometimes I feel too big, and get very self conscious about being larger than other women. But usually I can get out of that headspace by putting on a badass outfit that only a very tall statuesque woman could pull off. I loveeee my big boobs. My only cons are the price of bras, that said i also kinda enjoy trying out new bras and trying all the brands, it can be an expensive hobby
Many people ask me if i get any back problems because of these big boobs, and if I want to get a breast reduction. And I tell them that I don’t, and I would never get a breast reduction. They have started sagging a bit now, so I do wish they were a bit upright sometimes. But it’s okay. I love them. they have served me well. Are they heavy? Beyond belief! And somehow, I still love them.
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I identify as straight. I am exclusively attracted to men. I am a biased homophobic person towards lesbians. Everytime anything related to lesbians are mentioned, I begin to feel uncomfortable and a little upset. I don’t know how to describe the feeling, but my chest gets heavy whenever they’re brought up. Even the word “lesbian” makes me feel uncomfortable. Character, person, word, description, anything. I have no idea why I feel this way and I want to change. I fully support lesbians, of course, but deep down I have an unreasonable resentment towards them. I know it’s bad, and I want to stop feeling this way but I just can’t help but feel it.

My parents are extremely rich. I grew up rich. I am born into money. Growing up my father spoiled me, i always had what i wanted for free. I'm 43 and I still can't drive, seems like I never will. People call me lazy for being 44 and not driving. I received over 30 hours of driving lessons in 2002 , on an automatic car, and I sucked so much the driving teachers had to rotate with each other for each session, as I "stressed them out" (they may have feared for their life too, now that I think about it) , so I stopped. The faces the instructors made were not only discouraging, but desperate. And I felt worse every day, because I never progressed in classes, I made the same mistakes.

I don't see the point in trying again. I feel like I would be a real danger on the road, so it's better for anyone if I just don't. My employees are driving me around or i am using an uber. I think it’s for the better I don’t wanna be a danger for others. .

About a year ago i had the weirdest and most embarrassing experience in my life . My own employee set me up. I joined this forum because i want to share that experience . I want to write down everything in details.

June 2024. Me and this 28 year old extremely woke girl my former employee went on a power of women conference. My former employee picked the hotel. The bed and breakfast confirmed our room for the weekend. The conference was held at this hotel.

It was a four hours ride. It was 11:00pm when we arrived, the lady at the B&B was this short, skinny nice blonde kinda masculine woman in her early 50's Beth. She checked us in and said honey, you're upstairs, last door on the right. My employee was in the room next to me.

The room was cozy; I noticed that the moon was really shining thru the blinds. The bed had a black iron headboard and great sheets, kind of unusual but I was glad that they were so soft. It was a warm night. I took a shower .

With the towel draped around me I moved to the bedroom and with just the nightstand light on; I dropped the towel and slipped between the sheets wearing nothing. The sheets felt so good on my body, cool, and soft and with just a hint of lavender. I fell asleep. The room was full of morning light and hot, humid air as I woke to the sound of the downstairs chatter . I slipped off the bed . I realized that my luggage is gone. Only my robe was there on a hook. I reached for the floor length red satin robe .

I tied the belt around my waist, looked in the large mirror, did what I could with my hair and slipped on a pair of heels and pulled up the sheer thigh-highs that had slipped down my legs during the night, i grabbed my phone and went downstairs .


There was a kitchen and a living room. A group of women in their late 40s and 50s were sitting in the living room. Beth the B&B owner was sitting in the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen.

"You woke up. Your girlfriend took off. She canceled her room" Bet got up and said to me

"She is not my girlfriend . She is my employee. How do you mean she took off. "

"She just left . She put the luggage in her car and left. " Beth responded .


"That little bitch , she left me here only in this robe. What is wrong with her?" I started calling her, but she didn't pick up. What the heck do I do now?

"Ooh. She took your clothes? " Beth asked. I was totally shocked. I went upstairs to my room . I opened my robe as I walked into my room, letting the air cool my body. I called my other employee Molly . I told her what happened. I ordered her to bring clothes for me. I put make up . I love the smell and feel of my make up. From the necessary foundation to the slick lip gloss I love applying the whole process.

With my layered lips completely covered in light red lipstick, lip liner, and a heavy coat of clear gloss i went back downstairs and was almost to the kitchen door before I realized my robe was still wide open and billowing behind me. I was always nude or semi-nude around the house so it was second nature to me . I tied the belt.

My heels clicked on the floor as I went to the kitchen. Beth was there sitting at the table.

I sat down at the table, being sure to hide my nylons. I knew the women would wonder why a woman was wearing stockings and heels and a satin robe ! And maybe wonder what else she was, or was not, wearing.

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