In The Smoking Room, Humiliation, Sex, and Piss

She washed her bare thighs in her leather-clad hands. Long dark black gloves made of leather almost reach her elbows, resembling the shape of her thigh high stiletto boots made of leather. The corset was made of leather that pulled her massive tits up.up in a soft "m" form under her collarbone.

She was awed by being at the top of the list of sexual humiliation. She thought about the sense of arousal that she experienced due to having total control over all other human beings and grabbing her long, filtered cigarette and took a deep breath before gently rubbing the ash into the mouths of an individual sitting just to her left.

He snorted out, "Thank you Madame."

The room was full of tiny, pasty, and insufferable excuses for men in clothes made from furniture upholstery and the tassels. She was a fan of the style of art deco and had designed her smoking room to resemble an old speakeasy.

Two men were wearing sapphire upholstery fabrics. One was not wearing pants, and was placed for a mouth to an ass. The naked man was going to have his sex consumed until it began to bleed.

"I have an important appointment tomorrow," she announced into the thick, smokey atmosphere when she stood up.

The man in her chair, who was dressed in chocolate brown velvet with wooden pieces attached in his arm, sat up and began to speak. She turned her back at his movements and hit him on the face.

"Last time I was looking, chairs didn't talk," she snarled at him.

Her eyes cut through his as if they were a sharp knife when she raised her hand up and struck him in the face, hitting him so brutally that his body fell to the ground. He wiped his face and released the most pathetic "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Then, there was a knock at the door. She shook her fingers, and the ashtray flew through the front door to be opened for her.

In walked a tall overweight, unassuming man dressed in a grey stained business suit. She sat and surveyed him, then took a large puff from her cigarettes. She walked around the room, and then leaned down, her head only a few centimetres from his.

She exhaled smoke into his face and let out a massive breath.

He coughed and looked at the floor "Madame ...."

"Shut the hell up, you deplorable trash!" she snapped at him, standing perfectly straight and asserting her power over him in terms of size and volume.

He seemed to shrink. He was in the midst of humiliation The thought of sexual assault was the last thing thought of his mind. His penis became hard and then pressed against the back of the pants. He moved his hand to the side but ended up being stopped by bamboo cane that slapped the top of his palm.

"You must not be touching yourself. It's not like you have anything in the depths of your body." She screamed. "Put the prick you hate out of my head."

He was twitching in a nervous manner, "Yes, Madame".

She instructed him to remove his clothing and face the wall.

"Why is it that you are here Pissant?" she demanded.

"Madame, I'd like to see your shame Please," he smirked. The eyes of the man were still fixed on the white and black tiles beneath his feet. his penis was concealed from the view of his large belly.

She poked the stomach fat with her bamboo cane, and laughed.

 

"Are you not embarrassing yourself by using that disgusting body? I'm not even able to tell whether you're a male or woman! You're even sporting tiny flabby tits. You're unworthy of my time." She was bullied.

" Piss yourself," she commanded.

He stood at the tile with a look of astonishment, "Madame ..."

"Do this now you disgusting bit of crap, or get out now," she declared while she turned her back towards him.

He gripped his fists tightly and closed his eyes as he attempted to force urine from his tiny dimple. He tried to get his poop, but he could not remove it.

"Maybe you're in need of a toilet," ..." she thought aloud. She looked over to an individual dressed like a desk, and then hit him with her stomach.

The man fell on the ground and she helped him push him down by the heel of her boot so that he lay down just below the naked and fat man.

"Open your mouth" she ordered, and He agreed.

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

He began crying while he peed across the man's face beneath him. The yellow urine puddle began to form on the floor, and then got soaked into the clothes he'd removed.

"That's disgustingly pathetic. You think you're at my door full of poop? You've destroyed my floor, that fat fucker! Do it now."

She yelled with an expression of complete indignation to her expression.

He was crying, and he stumbled down onto his hind legs and began to wipe his own puss from the floor. She jumped up behind him and pushed the top heel on her stiletto to the neck of his back which caused his face to be smashed into the piss puddle completely.

"Were you planning to have sex? Did you feel a little bit angry?"

She scolded him. "Useless items of rubbish ..." she murmured before walking away.

The dom went to a large cabinet and opened it. Inside was a variety of daddys and butt plugs, whips, canes and various other weapons.

She stopped for a second and then shifted her gaze while she surveyed her collection. Her leather was creaking with every move. A fat guy drinking his own poop was the only sound that could be heard in the room.

She picked up a big metallic dildo, and then slowly returned to her man. She sat comfortably on his back, as if the stool were hers and crossed her legs on top of the other.

Her fingers and eyes surveyed the large dildo she held in her palms for a second. Then she shoved it with force into the man's inseparable.

The man let loose a scream of hurt as the unlubricated massive dildo of metal tore at his anus.

"Little bitch! You're going to be crying like a tiny bitch? !" she yelled at him.

"Yes, M..M..Madame," the man mumbled.

She pushed the dildo more deeply and instructed the man to masturbate. He began to yank frantically onto the flailing dick. It instantly became straight, and he was back in only a few minutes. She laughed and blinked.

"HAHAHAHA! Pathetic! It was barely two seconds. There's no reason why a woman should never glance at you," she said.

As she sanded, she walked towards the door "Lick off, wash my floor using the mouths of your children," her instructions to the area.

The men in the room rushed in and began slurping up the corpulent man's scum and spitting on the floor. She turned her back and left the room without ever looking at her back.