It was really late and I had decided not to spend the night after finishing with my latest conquest. I hopped on the subway and awaited the long boring ride. There are no express trains at night. I was alone in the car until a few stops into the ride, when this beautiful blond walked in. She was over 6 feet tall in her heels. She was wearing skintight jeans, which showed, off her long legs and perfect ass, and a white button up see-through blouse with no bra, which showed off her voluptuous breasts. She ran her fingers through her long blond hair when I noticed she had long fingers with rings on each one and each finger ended with enormous 3-inch blood red nails. She eyed the empty car and came and sat right next to me. She smiled at me and then she noticed me staring at her hands. Although she probably took quite a lot of pride in her perfect long nails, she was a little surprised and dismayed that I seemed to be ignoring her other incredible attributes. She figured if thatís what I like then she will use the hands then. She started slowly running her nails over her body. She ran them up her calf, past the inner thigh, up her stomach and across her breasts. I was mesmerized. She did this until I stared uncontrollably in awe. Then she put her nails on my thigh and slowly caressed me until I was hard as a rock. She leaned in close and kissed my ear and my neck and then she abruptly stopped. She composed herself and then finally introduced herself and started a conversation. As we talked she started caressing my thigh and chest again. She then commented about how I smelled like I had been with a woman and hadn't showered. She smelled perfume and said that I smelled of sex. She was right I hadn't showered, after all, I did not expect to pick up another woman at 3:00 on the subway. In fact I was really tired and would have rejected most women, but this woman had me mesmerized. She was gorgeous and she had those nails. They caught my eye before she touched me, but the feeling of them scratching me sent thousands of electrical impulses through my body. There was also some danger, if she pushed too hard or put them near my eyes or my cock I would tense up with a little fear. The constant touching from her talons had my whole body super-sensitive and made each touch better than the previous one. I tried some macho reply to her query about my being with another woman, thinking that it was going to make her leave; but my scent of sex seemed to turn her on. She started calling me stud and invited me back to her place. I happily agreed. When we arrived she told me to strip while she took off her jeans and unbuttoned most of her blouse. She pushed me on the couch and ran her nails all over my body. After a couple of minutes she started fondling my balls with her pointy nails. This was the most incredible feeling I have ever felt. She ran them over my cock and balls for a couple of minutes, and then she started asking me about my sex earlier that night. I thought the details were turning her on. Her questions then turned to why didn't I stay with the other woman and how do I think the girl was going to feel waking up alone. Normally I would have left, rather then answering these uncomfortable questions, but she was still stroking my cock with her nails; so obviously, I listened and answered her questions. When she heard me tell her I wasn't planning on calling the girl, her eyes got cold and she tightened her grip on my balls and dug her nails in. I yelped in pain and tried to push her hand away but she pushed her nails further into my scrotum and told me if I move she will slice my balls off. She told me that she wanted to change my attitude toward women. She took the hand off my balls in order to show me the blood on her nails and put her other hand on my cock. She told me that I can lie back and suffer my attitude adjustment for the next few hours or she can remove my cock and balls instead. She accentuated this by digging all 5 nails into my dick and drawing blood. Ö Well anyway, I awoke 5 hours later on her couch. I was covered from head to toe in deep claw marks. Besides the hundreds of scratches on my back, chest and legs, I had four streaks on my face. One scratch simulated a mustache, one simulated a goatee, and I had one on each cheek. I remember her telling me that she only wanted to make it harder for me to pick up women, not to make it impossible. She said that she could easily scar my face so that people would run from my presence. She left my privates functional but warned me if she heard that I was still womanizing then that could easily be taken care of by her 3-inch talons.