[This is a story of BDSM activity that is not intended for all tastes. Please do not read this is you are bothered by extreme activities such as humiliation, fisting, pee play, and so on.]
In this evolving age, it is becoming less and less true that there are certain commonly agreed upon ways that one does and does not act. And perhaps the last vestiges of the old propriety break down most completely in the face of celebrity, especially so-called superstars.
Our hero (?) was one of these. He was the lust object of hundreds of millions of women, probably tens of millions of men, and the object of envy of most of the rest. He knew he could have almost any woman for the asking, and when he got bored or mischievous he sometimes enjoyed exploiting this. Tonight was one such occasion.
It was a small private party on a rural estate with very rich and connected guests. Business types, powerful and respected. Not celebrities, but prominent in the local area.
He had had his staff do a little preliminary research on the prospective guests, and had a short list of women he found interesting.
It was one of those parties where everyone was dressed to the nines, dressed to impress and kill. Guests were mingling before dinner, the women trying to blind each other with their diamonds. Not a group of intimate friends, but they all knew each other as members of the upper echelon of their city. There were many snobs, some insufferable.
No-one other than the host had known he was coming. When he arrived, a little late, virtually everyone was shocked and gushing, eager to have contact or just be able to associate themselves with the great face, the great name.
He pretended to make small talk briefly with a few as he moved around the room. He knew they would have done virtually anything for him, and he derived a sadistic pleasure sometimes from demonstrating this.
He met S, and she was completely tongue tied. She was a figure of much respect in the community, considered a hot looker (if slightly heavy), as well as an accomplished businesswoman. Beautiful, independent and rich, a catch virtually unattainable for all so far.
After he asked her a couple of harmless questions, she became increasingly incoherent. She was actually having a personal conversation with this man, and she knew that millions of women would envy her; would do anything to be in her place. She couldn't imagine what she could do or say to please him, but she desperately wanted to try. The one clear thought she had was that she wanted him, and she would do anything she could to get him; or failing that, to get closer to him. Any small corner of paradise was still a part of paradise.
During their conversation she was having difficulty thinking straight. When he reached over to her while he was chatting and started to squeeze and fondle her breast she was thrilled and humiliated. Her immediate desire was to offer herself totally. If she had thought about it or cared she would have known that all the women in the room (and surprisingly many of the men!) were both shocked and deeply envious that she was being molested by him.
After this warmup he said "You seem to have very nice tits. Can I have a look at them?"
She didn't hesitate, but immediately reached into the top of her dress and pulled out both of her breasts for him to handle and squeeze. She was deeply humiliated and thrilled and she almost had an orgasm just from exposing herself to him and to everyone else at the party.
"You would do just about anything for me, wouldn't you?" he asked.
She was in shock, and on fire with lust. She desperately wanted to throw herself at him, and in truth possibly might have died for him at that moment.
"Please, what do you want, let me know, let me do it for you, let me give you."
After he continued to molest her tits for a while, continuing to chat, he looked like he suddenly had a thought.
