As I strutted into the upscale nightclub, wearing my most provocative outfit—a tight black latex dress that left little to the imagination—I could feel every lecherous gaze of the men pervading my skin. They recognized me from my work, known for my degrading roles that pushed boundaries and made men squirm with desire. I was no different in real life; I enjoyed playing with those fragile egos, making them grovel at my feet like pathetic dogs. The club was packed, and the music was deafening. Men clamored around me, all vying for a chance to be with someone so infamous. But it wasn't just the fame that drew them in. They sensed an aura of depravity about me, a willingness to explore their darkest desires. As I gyrated on the dancefloor, I locked eyes with a man across the room. He caught my gaze and didn't break it, a mixture of fear and lust written all over his face. I couldn't help but smile. I made my way through the crowd towards him, my hips swaying seductively. When I finally reached him, I placed my hand on his chest and pushed him gently against the wall. He let out a moan that only fueled my fire. "You're new," I purred in his ear, my hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "I don't usually like newbies, but let's see where the night takes us." We left the club together, and he followed me like a lost puppy back to my luxurious penthouse apartment in the middle of the city. Once inside, I pushed him down onto the bed, his eyes wide with anticipation. "How do you want it, baby?" I asked, running my hands along his chest and teasing him with my tongue. He didn't hesitate for a second. "Whatever you want, Mistress," he said, his voice trembling. The word 'Mistress' sent a shiver down my spine. I knew this was going to be a good night. I stood up and walked over to my closet, holding up various outfits for him to see. "Which one do you prefer?" I asked, a mischievous glint in my eye. He looked at each outfit lustfully before finally pointing to a black vinyl corset with lace-up sides. I grinned and pulled it over my head, admiring the way it hugged my curves. "Very good," I said, grabbing a crop from my toy bag and swinging it threateningly in front of him. "Now, I want you to crawl over to me and worship my feet." He didn't hesitate, dropping to his knees and beginning to nuzzle my feet through my stilettos. I watched as he grew more into it, his tongue darting out to lick my toes. "That's a good boy," I praised him, running my fingers through his hair. Next, I ordered him to strip, which he did eagerly. His cock stood at full attention before me, veins bulging with desire. "You're so beautiful," I whispered, running my hand over his smooth chest. "Now, let's see if you can take my piss like a good little sissy." Without warning, I grabbed his head and forced him to open his mouth. A stream of my hot, salty piss trickled into his mouth, and he began to choke and gag on it. But he didn't stop; he relished every drop, making slurping noises as he swallowed it all down. I smiled wickedly at him before moving on to my next fetish—financial domination. I pulled out my phone and navigated to my CashApp, ordering him to send me $500. He didn't hesitate, sending it over without question. As I relished the power of taking his money, I reached down and began jerking him off, using my other hand to milk some more money out of him. "Call me Mommy and ask me for permission to cum," I whispered in his ear, grinning wickedly. He obeyed immediately, his voice shaking as he spoke the words. "May I cum, Mommy?" "Only if you ask nicely," I purred, continuing to stroke his cock. "Please, Mommy, let me cum," he begged, his voice cracking. "You may cum now, baby boy," I said, my hand speeding up as he erupted on my palm, shooting ropes of cum all over my hand. As I cleaned up my hand and sent him the bill for his 'lesson', I knew this wouldn't be the last time we met. I loved pushing men to their limits and watching them break. It was a rush like no other, and I wouldn't have it any other way.