Rudy Mancuso Snapchat - They hit it off and getting into a fight.

She wanted him in her, naked, standing over her knee and she fucked him. They reached a mutual friend and he signed them for a ride. The next month, he met her for drinks at the Mercury Lounge. He was totally into it. He asked her out for a drive. She got a rose and offered it to his face, telling him he'd have to try it sometime. She promised to take it slow and deeply into her throat. He accepted and she grabbed his head, and she fucked him to completion, taking himself in her mouth. He poured tequila all over her body. Afterwards, she instructed him to meet her at the speakeasy. He didn't know where they were, but he was instructed to wear a "whore's mask." He didn't know whether she was a slut or a hick. "Put this on and turn yourself on," she instructed. His "face" should be "redoubling," her "wanna-be" was "screaming." She was ecstatic. Her lover was instructed to "squeal and holler." His instructions were to walk to the edge of the bar, make eye contact with a stranger, and enter the women's room.

When he did, she would ask him if he was "into that." He would reply, "yes," and she would ask, "is he into you?" He would answer, "of course." Once in the women's room, she would put on the "whore's mask," and if he would not answer, she would beat him on the ass until he said yes. At that point, she would ask him if he was into the group or if he was just a horny little gay boy in love with some women. If he was into it, he would get a rub-down from her and she would play with his cock until she left. She knew he was into it, too. When she returned to her place, she instructed her boyfriend to come with her. She and her boyfriend left the bar, and she would not return. On the drive back, she raised the hood of her coat to her neck, and pulled it up over her head. He was stood at the entrance to the women's room. "Go to the center of the room." She lifted her coat to the middle of the room, and entered. The red carpet was cool to her skin. It was chilly. "Spread your legs." She approached the stranger, and he opened the door. She felt coldness against her pussy, and trembled in fear.

She let him guide her to the center of the room. He started to close the door, but she stopped him. "You may speak only one word: thank you." He opened the door again, and she entered. He held her for a moment, and she heard the slamming of some sort of machinery. She wondered what was going on; then realized it was probably some sort of bondage. She felt him roughly caressing her breasts, and she moaned slightly, trying not to hurt herself. He rubbed one of the large studded rings along her spine. Then she felt some sort of leather or suede being pressed tightly into place along the top of her spine. He began to slide her arms back, and she shook as much as the rings would allow, away from him. He moved away from her, and drew his leather around her waist, wrapping it around her thighs. It was cold. But, she had felt so very cold in the dungeon. And very right. As she was finishing putting on the leather, he slipped the ring around her throat..