Urine, sex, and humiliation in the smoking room

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

She revered being on the predominant 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 dark mouth of a man stooping to one side.

He hacked out, "Thank you Madame."

The room was loaded up with pudgy, pale, terrible 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 reported 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 punctured his general existence like a frosty blade 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 desolate "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, regrettable man in a dim worn out matching 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 murmur.

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

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

He noticeably 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 modify 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 anxiously, "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 grinned. His eyes actually centred around the highly contrasting tiles under his feet, his little penis was stowed away from view by his fat stomach.

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

"Is it true that you are not embarrassing yourself with that fucking sickening reason for a body? I couldn't in fact check whether you're a man or a lady! You even have crappy fat tits. You're a misuse of my time," she tormented.

"Piss yourself," she said.

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

"Do it now, you nauseating piece of poo, or leave right away," she pronounced while turning her back to him.

He gripped 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 create his piss for her, however he was unable to get it out.

"Perhaps you really want a urinal… " she pondered out loud. 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 bare man.

"Open your mouth" she directed, 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 douse the dress he had quite recently taken off.

"That is fucking terrible. You want to be in my presence canvassed in piss? You've demolished my floor you inept fat fuck! Lick it up right away."

She woofed with a look of complete disdain all over.

Crying, he stumbled down onto each of the fours and started to lick his own irritate 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.

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

She insulted him. "Pointless piece of trash… " she murmured as she left.

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

She stopped briefly and moved while she analysed her armoury. Her calfskin squeaked with each development. The hefty man lapping up his own piss was the main other sound in the calm room.

She got an enormous, 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, at that point, pushed it powerfully into the man's poop 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 shouted at him.

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

She pushed the dildo in more profound and requested him to jerk off. He started to yank frantically on his limp dick. It quickly became erect and he drew near a couple of moments. She giggled.

"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 told 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.