Meeting in the Men’s Room

I am Asha, AKA Sexy Silent Assassin or the Enforcer. I am the president of an Organization that believes and stand for the upheaval of women, and decline in men. We maintain the subordination of the male species, and those who do not conform may be dealt with accordingly. I am frequenting the local BDSM nightclub, making sure that the men are maintaining the status quo and serving our women as specified by their particular mistress. The only need that men possess for us is the need to procreate and serve women; otherwise, their existence is deemed unnecessary.

The nightclub is packed with numerous preys for me to feed my fetishes tonight.  I glance around the club looking for the perfect specimen to mold to my liking.  I am wearing my best outfit tonight, black skintight, fitted catsuit, hugging every curve of my body. My supple ass, shaking with every step I take in my thigh high boots, with a slick silver heel to place wherever I may. All my weapons of desire and destruction are visible. A body and face to die for and a mind that kills. My heels click and each step the crowd glances to get a peek of what enters the night mysteriously.

A man large enough to take down and emasculate, after all, I did come here to feed my needs and satisfy my soul. As I gaze around the room, one particular gentleman grasps my attention. He is not dressed accordingly, wearing clothes, and he is not tagged and this is not accepted in this woman’s world. I get a whisper from my right hand assassin, in which she states this gentleman is looking for “vanilla sex.” We do not allow sex in these parts, and all men know the rules. The sign placed above the entrance reads: THIS IS NOT A PLACE FOR SEX. YOU ARE HERE TO SERVE THE WOMEN. THERE IS NO PAIN WITHOUT PLEASURE.  I am always up for a little pain and pleasure, and it’s so much more fun when it’s controlled by me. It’s going to be a beat down in the boy’s room for me……..

He is husky and it looks like he won’t go down without a fight.  My mouth starts to water, my nipples become erect, as I think of the ways in which I can make him please me. I understand it may take some of my seductive charm, but if all else fails, I will force him.

            He begins to walk in to the men’s room, and I follow suit. He turns as he hears my heels clicking towards him, our eyes meet. I gaze down to what appears to be a hard, ample cock. I can only imagine the thoughts that are racing through his head. A woman, dark figure, with a dangerous shape, supple natural breasts, and nipples erect, even through the tight catsuit. He squeezes his cock with the anticipation that he may be feeding his one eyed monster with sweet syrup from my nectar.  SO HE THINKS….HA HA.  Let’s give his dick some food for thought.

I enter the men’s room and to my delight, he is pissing in the urinal. I sneak up behind him and pull his arm behind his back, cock hanging by a thread. Interestingly enough his cock is still hard, even with fear of the strength of this mysterious sexy assassin.  I push his face harder against the cold tiled wall, kicking the back of his knees, dropping him like a bad habit. “So what are you looking for here, big boy” I whisper in his ear. Breathing heavily, he replies, “My cock is so hard, I need a fix. I haven’t cum for weeks, and this whole new woman’s world is new to me.”

 “Well isn’t that a sad story, Why, aren’t you tagged, are you the property of another Mistress?”I ask sharply. “We can’t have untagged pets running around; you might get lost and accidentally terminated?”  This simpleton replies, “No I am not owned, and don’t want to be owned, don’t tag me”. I grab his cock and ball from behind, squeezing through his jeans, feeling the pulsing of the blood flow decreasing. He falls flat to his face; I squat on his chest, and then quickly roll him over onto his back. Dressed in all black, I spring like a black cat, pouncing o his chest. I grab my rope on my side, and quickly tie up his hands overhead around the urinal pipes, and feet, like a little piggy. I rip open his shirt and then, pull out my black nipple clamps and attached them to his nipplse. “You have been tagged now bitch” You are now the property of Asha, it easier if you don’t fight it. I am going to show you what it’s like to experience a rock hard cock, and ejaculations that spew fireworks. There’s nothing like a little pain with your pleasure, wouldn’t have it any other way.”

            He is squirming to no avail, writhing like the little snake that he is. “Say, ah  ...How about you show me how you suck baby” I place my long silver heel in his mouth; I begin to go in and out of his mouth, watching my heel glisten with every stroke. Saliva shining my heel ever so nicely, I continue to put the rest of my shoe in his mouth. I watch him sloppily licking my shining boots. “How about some service with a smile, and shine my fucking shoes. You know what they say, every good deed never goes unrewarded” I begin to unzip my catsuit giving him a glance at my cleavage. To my delight, he begins to open his mouth willingly, and his cock begins to bulge. I continue to shine my shoe with his mouth, t take my other foot and step on his cock. I am standing on my little table human, balancing with one boot in his mouth and the other on his cock.  Now his cock is hard enough for some tying, I grab long rope and tie his cock up in a nice rope chastity harness; I then attach it to a hook in the ceiling. I have created the perfect little puppet. His head his perfectly place in the urinal ready for some action, looks like it’s time to mark my territory. I begin to unzip a special area in my catsuit for emergencies. I stand over his chest and begin to spray my fountain of youth over his face, and on his cock.

His eyes wide open, he stutters, “I have never felt anything like this before, is there more? I don’t know how much more I can hang on. I have never found something so sadistic and painful, to be sexy, sensuous, and…..pleasurable. I think my cock is going to explode.” Those were the words that every woman in this world loved to hear. The reason for the pains is the explosion of pleasure. The boy is finally beginning to get it, there’s nothing better than SENSOUS SADISTIC REFORMATION.

I continue tugging on my little puppet, increasing the tension on his cock and balls. Squatting on his chest digging my heels in his nipples, I spit in his mouth, letting the spit slowly dribble on his lips, wetting his whistle even more. “Look likes your cock needs a little more lubrication” I turn and pool my spit in my mouth to create a nice puddle in his cock. I sit on the sink and light a cigarette preparing for the finale. Circles of smoke begin to circle in the room, swirling around my silhouette perched on the sink. I bend over, looking at the sink giving my little pet a view of the ample ass that switched side to side in the night. The light and smoke encompassing my ass, he can only imagine the sweet aroma that lies between those sweet cheeks. In an instant, I tire form his begging and pleading for firework to ensue. Just then with a puff of smoke parting from my sweet red lips, and a tug of his cock, he explodes. Screaming oohs and aahs, shaking uncontrollably at the amazement of power that I hold with a slight tug of a string. As I said, I am the puppet master.

I stand over him looking at his glazed over eyes, lifeless dribbling cock, and whisper…

“Now, that I have your attention……”