Madam Pussy Cat was an exclusive dominatrix by profession and would never leave her abode without a full covering of leather. She loved to feel it cling to her flesh, constricting her cunt in the most delightful of ways.
"KISS THE GROUND YOU SNIVELLING PIECE OF SHIT!" She would scream as she cracked her whip, "THAT'S RIGHT ARSEHOLE, BEND THE FUCK OVER FOR MOMMA CAUSE YOUR ARSE IS MINE!"
And then, with such swift and sure fury, she'd belt the shit out of the two cheeks that were hovering and trembling before her.
"How the sound of screams makes me weak at the knees!" She thinks to herself as she gazed at the vast red marks, which would soon be bruised and blue.
It was mainly businessmen who were her clients. The big cats at the top of the ladder. The cunts that sat within the plush offices of the corporation's where they'd jack off all day over the rise of their stocks and shares. They were the ones who came in their pants at the sound of their own voices shouting at the poor business bastards below them.
Anyway, so these big cats would call up Madam Pussy Cat all squirming and quivering for a session, anxious like little schoolboys sniffing through their sister's underwear drawer. Oh, they wanted this, yes they did, they wanted nothing more than to have the tables turned on them and feel the force of power wreaked upon the pitiful flesh that covered their soulless and god forsaken bodies.
"You naughty little boy!" Madam Pussy Cat would purr, "Little ole Momma is gonna teach you a lesson!"
Outside of a sordid apartment block a top of the range Jaguar comes to an abrupt full stop. The surroundings are dirty, despicable to say the least. A man named Albert slowly steps out of the car in a well-tailored suit. He drops his half smoked cigar to the floor and shuts the door behind him.
The buzzer to the apartment block is pressed.
"Hello... Hello..." Albert snivels with a nervous edge.
There is a long pause.
"Who is this?" A husky female voice retorts.
"Its... Its Albert, Madam.."
There is another pause.
Albert's hands are shaking with anticipation.
"LICK THE BUZZER!"
Albert's upper body suddenly shudders at Madam Pussy Cat's command. He then quickly clings to the wall and flicks his tongue repeatedly over the button.
"Good boy.."
"Oh, thank you Madam.."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET YOUR GOOD FOR NOTHING FUCKING FACE UPSTAIRS!"
On the top storey of the apartment block a door was wide open. Albert steps into the dark room and waits, he knows the drill.
The sound of high heels can be heard walking towards him. The footsteps are quick and evenly measured. Madam Pussy Cat suddenly steps out of the darkness. Her open hand swings round and slaps Albert right across his chops.
He drops to his knees with outstretched arms.
"I'm yours!" He whimpers loudly.
