Urine, sex, and humiliation in the smoking room

She hit her uncovered thighs with her cowhide clad hands. The long dark cowhide gloves nearly went dependent upon her elbows, emulating the plan of her thigh high calfskin stiletto boots. She wore a calfskin girdle that pushed her tremendous tits up to frame an ideal delicate "m" shape under her collarbone.

She revered being on the prevailing finish of embarrassment sex. As she pondered the excitement she was encountering from having total responsibility for people, she got a handle on her long sifted cigarette and took a profound breath in before tenderly tapping the debris out of the shadows mouth of a man stooping to one side.

He hacked out, "Thank you Madame."

The room was loaded up with tubby, pale, pitiful reasons for men wearing outfits produced using furniture upholstery and tufts. She adored the tasteful craftsmanship and had planned her smoking parlour to seem to be an old speakeasy.

There were two men wearing sapphire upholstery texture. One had no jeans and they were organised ass to mouth. The pantless man was bound to have his butt eaten out until it drained.

"I have a significant gathering today," she declared into the thick, smokey air as she stood up.

Her seat, the man wearing chocolate earthy colored velvet texture with wooden pieces adhered to his arms, stood up and moved to talk. She turned around to him at his development and smacked him across the face.

"If I'm not mistaken, the seats didn't talk," she growled at him.

Her eyes penetrated his whole existence like a frigid knife as she lifted her hand up and smacked him across the face, so hard that he tumbled to the floor. Getting a handle all over, he let out the most forsaken "Please accept my apologies! Please accept my apologies! Please accept my apologies!"

All of a sudden, there was a thump on the entryway. She snapped her fingers and the ashtray went to open it for her.

In strolled a short, fat, wretched man in a dark worn out tailored suit. She looked him over and enjoyed a long puff of her cigarette. She strolled across the room and inclined down, taking care of her nose only centimetres from his.

She breathed out the smoke into his face with a major moan.

He hacked and peered down at the floor, "Madame… ."

"Quiet the screw down, you pitiable piece of trash!" she raged at him while standing up completely straight, declaring her predominance over him in both level and volume.

He apparently shrank. He had come for embarrassment, the sex was the keep going thing at the forefront of his thoughts. His penis solidified and squeezed against the front of his jeans. He arrived at down to rework himself and was come by a long bamboo stick slapping the highest point of his hand.

"You may not touch yourself. Not that you have anything down there." she murmured. "Reset my head."

He moved apprehensively, "Indeed, Madame".

She requested him to strip down and stand against the wall.

"What are you doing here, afterthought?" she requested.

"Madame, I need your embarrassment, please," he sneered. His eyes actually centred around the high contrast tiles under his feet, his little penis was stowed away from view by his fat gut.

She jabbed his stomach fat with her long bamboo stick and giggled.

"Is it safe to say that you are not embarrassing yourself with that fucking sickening reason for a body? I couldn't check whether you're a man or a lady! You even have crappy out of shape tits. You're a misuse of my time," she harassed.

"Piss yourself," she directed.

He gazed upward from the tile with a look of shock, "Madame… "

"Do it now, you sickening piece of crap, or leave right away," she proclaimed while turning her back to him.

He grasped his clench hands and shut his eyes as attempted to push pee out of his little dick. He remained there making an honest effort to deliver his piss for her, yet he was unable to get it out.

"Perhaps you want a urinal… " she pondered resoundingly. She paced over to a man dressed to seem to be a work area and kicked him in the stomach.

He tumbled to the floor and she pushed him with the impact point of her boot to lie simply under the fat exposed man.

"Open your mouth" she instructed, he obliged.

"Piss yourself now. Wet yourself you fucking fat child."

He began to cry as he pissed all around the monitors' face underneath him. A yellow puddle of pee began to gather on the floor and drench the dress he had quite recently taken off.

"That is fucking regrettable. You want to be in my presence shrouded in piss? You've destroyed my floor you idiotic fat fuck! Lick it up right away."

She yelped with a look of total revulsion all over.

Crying, he ambled down onto every one of the fours and started to lick his own annoyance on the floor. She came up behind him and pushed the tip of her stiletto heel into the rear of his neck, driving his face to crush into the puddle of piss totally.

"Might it be said that you were anticipating sex? Embarrassed at this point?"

She provoked him. "Futile piece of trash… " she murmured as she left.

The dom strolled over to a tall bureau and opened it up. Inside was a wide cluster of dildos, butt plugs, sticks, whips, and different weapons.

She stopped briefly and moved while she analysed her munitions stockpile. Her cowhide squeaked with each development. The chunky man lapping up his own piss was the main other sound in the peaceful room.

She got a huge, metallic dildo and gradually strolled back to the man. She casually sat on his back as though he were a stool and got one leg over the other.

Her eyes and fingers reviewed the huge dildo in her grasp briefly. Then pushed it powerfully into the man's butt hole.

He let out a cry of torment as the unlubricated, immense metal dildo tore his rear-end.

"Little bitch! Are you going to cry like a little bitch?!" she hollered at him.

"Indeed, M..M..Madame," he faltered.

She pushed the dildo in more profound and requested him to stroke off. He started to yank frantically on his flabby dick. It quickly became erect and he went inside for a couple of moments. She multiplied over in chuckling.

"HAHAHAHA! Wretched! That wasn't so much as two seconds, no big surprise no lady will at any point take a gander at you," she growled.

Sanding up, she moved toward the entryway, "Lick it up, clean my floor with your mouths," she directed the room.

Every one of the men from around the room surged over and started drinking up the chubby man's cum and irritating the floor. She changed direction suddenly and left without thinking back.