Humiliation Sex and piss in the Smoking Room

Her leather-clad hands slapped her naked thighs. Her long black leather gloves nearly reached her elbows and mirrored the design of her high-heeled leather stiletto boots. A leather corset was worn by her that pulled her enormous tits up high to create a soft "m" shape underneath her collarbone.

She loved being the one who was humiliated. She thought about how she felt from being in complete control of other people. She took a deep breath and then gently tapped the ash into the mouth of the man to her right.

He mumbled, "Thanks Madame!"

The room was full of pathetic excuses for men wearing tassels and furniture upholstery outfits. Her smoking lounge was designed to reflect an old speakeasy and she loved art deco.

Two men were dressed in sapphire upholstery fabric. The one with no pants was the other and they were placed as close to their mouths as possible. The man who was not able to control his hunger was bound to have his stomach rubbed until it bled.

She stood up and announced, "I have an important appointment today," into thick, smokey air.

The man in chocolate brown velvet with wooden bits stuck to his arms, sat up and began to speak. He moved in a manner that she found amusing and she turned to him, slapping him across the face.

She snarled at him, "Last I checked chairs didn't talk."

As her eyes penetrated his entire body like an icy dagger, she raised her hand and hit him across the face. He fell to the ground. He shook his head and let out a pitiful "I'm Sorry!" I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

The door opened just as she was about to open it. She snapped her fingers, and the ashtray ran to her side.

A short, thin, and pathetic man was walking in, wearing a gray, tattered business outfit. He was looking at her and she took a long, slow drag from her cigarette. She moved across the room, and she leaned down to place her nose close to his.

With a deep sigh, she exhaled the smoke into her face.

He snorted and then looked at the floor. "Madame ....""

She snapped at him, standing straight up and claiming her superiority over him in height as well as volume.

He sank to the floor. He was here for humiliation and sex was not on his mind. His penis became hardened and pressed against his pants. He reached down to rearrange his clothes, but was stopped by a bamboo cane that slapped the top of him.

"You shouldn't touch your own skin." She snorted. "Put that disgusting little prick out my mind.

He said, nervously, "Yes Madame."

He was to remove his clothes and stand in front of the wall.

She demanded, "Why aren't you here, pissant?"

He smirked, "Madame! I want your humiliation!" His eyes remained fixed on the black and white tiles beneath his feet. His small penis was obscured by his large belly.

She poked at his stomach fat using her bamboo cane, and she laughed.

"Are not you not embarrassing yourself with that fucking disgusting excuse of a body? I don't know if you are a woman or a man. You have flabby, shabby tits. She bullied, "You're a waste my time."

She commanded, "Piss yourself."

With a surprise look, he looked up at the tile. "Madame ...""

She turned her back to him and said, "Do it now, disgusting piece, or leave immediately."

He closed his eyes and clenched his fists as he tried to force the urine from his tiny dick. He tried his best to get his urine out for her but it was impossible.

She wondered aloud, "Maybe you have to use a urinal ..."." She moved over to a man in a desk-like costume and kicked him in his stomach.

He fell to the ground and she pushed him under her boot with her heel.

He obeyed her command to open his mouth.

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

As he purged all over the man's face, he began to cry. He began to poop on the ground and soak the clothes he just took off with a yellow puddle.

"That's just fucking ridiculous. Are you thinking that I can have you covered in piss in my presence? You fat fuck have destroyed my floor! You need to get it out of your system immediately.

She barked, her face a complete dismay.

He began to lick the floor with his piss, while he was still crying. He was pushed to the back by her stiletto heel, and she pushed the tip of her stiletto heel in his neck.

"Were your expecting sex?" Are you still humiliated?

He was taunted by her. She muttered, "Useless piece ..." as she walked off.

The dom reached for a tall cabinet, opened it and walked over. There were many weapons inside, including dildos and butt plugs as well as whips and canes.

She stopped for a moment, then shifted as she scanned her arsenal. Every movement made her leather creak. The only sound that could be heard in the room was the sound of the fat man urinating.

She took out a large, metallic dildo and walked slowly back to the man. Nonchalantly, she sat down on the man's back and crossed her legs over his.

For a moment, her eyes and fingers examined the large dildo in both of her hands. He shoved it into his snout.

As the unlubricated, large-sized metal dildo tore his anus, he let out a scream of pain.

"Little bitch! Are you going to cry like a little bitch! He cried like a little bitch!" She yelled at her.

He mumbled, "Yes, M..M..Madame."

She shoved him deeper into the dildo and told him to masturbate. He started to pull at his flaccid dick. He was able to get up within seconds. She doubled over in laughter.

"HAHAHAHA! Pathetic! She snarled, "It wasn't even two minutes. No wonder no woman will ever glance at you."

Sanding up, she approached a door.

The men in the room ran to her and began to lick the man's cum and urine. She turned her back and walked out of the room without looking back.