0 comments/ 21258 views/ 9 favorites Smoking Mistress Ch. 01 By: fetishstories07 I strolled out of my new apartment and down to the garage. I had to clean out my car which had been used for moving furniture and was in a terrible mess. On the way down the stairs i was bumped into by a stunning brunette. She had been on her phone and hadn't seen me coming. She wore a short business skirt and clean white blouse and six inch heels. It was enough to get me interested. "Oh i'm so sorry." She apologised fluttering her eyes as she did so. "Thats ok, i'm Ben by the way. I just moved in on the first floor." I replied confidently. "Nice to meet you Ben. Its Christina." She flashed a dazzling smile. "Feel free to come over some time, i'm in the flat opposite yours." She offered, her voice was as kind as it was seductive. That and her glamorous smile were captivating. "Thanks, i will sometime." I said, still confident but with butterflies in my stomach at the thought of this babe spending time with me, or even offering too. She went off up the stairs and i made my way down to the car with a skip in my step. I'm not a bad looking guy, and i keep in shape, but generally i don't expect to impress or get with girls like Christina. Cleaning out the car was a lighter task than i had anticipated as i thought about my stoke of luck. I wouldn't turn up unannounced or anything, in fact i planned to return the invite, minded that she would probably accept. As i headed back up the stairs it was my turn to bump into her, as i couldn't see too well with the boxes i was carrying. "Need a hand." She laughed cheerily. "Um nah its okay." I answered not wanting to seem weak. "Aw your a big strong man huh?" She stepped round to face me with her seductive features and deep brown eyes. Her fragrance washed over me, it was subtle but very hot. She smiled as she teased me woth her words. "Ah yeah, sure" i returned nervously with a laugh. My arms were getting tired and i would need to get going or i would need to relent and put the boxes down. She had a sneaky look on her face. "Do you work out?" She smiled. "Uh yeah, when i have the time." I said, out if puff a little. She eyed my arms and winked; "Not bad, could be better though." She teased with a delicious smile. "Oh really?" I laughed, deliberately rising to the bait. "Uh huh, come over tonight and i'll show you a real workout." She said smoothly. "We could watch a movie too?" She added. "Sure i'd love to!" I gasped, now red in the face from carrying the boxes. "Great, about seven tonight." She said. I nodded and at that she walked off, my gaze following her hot ass as it swayed across the garage. A real workout? Whatever it was it sounded hot as fuck, when it came from her perfect mouth. I couldn't believe my good fortune. After a quick meal i dressed carefully for Christina's. i decided t be quite casual, more like a neighbour over for a drink than a date- which was the situation. Jeans and casual shirt but not too shabby, chilled out but still quite smart. I felt really up for it but at the same time hoped it would work well, no awkward silences or smalltalk. The movie would probably see to that. At about a minute past seven i crossed the hallway and knocked the door. It opened and there stood Christina still in her work clothes but with the top button of her blouse undone and heels off. "Hey come in." Her warm smile instantly set me at ease, so friendly yet sexy. She held a glass of red wine i her hand. "You want a drink?" She offered. I now had to admit that i don't drink alcohol, not because i didn't like it, i've just never enjoyed the idea of losing control of myself, if i ever got drunk. "Yeah sure, just a coke would be nice." I replied, staying confident. She smiled another heart melting smile and went into the kitchen. "Make yourself comfortable." She called back. I chose the couch, sitting a polite distance from where she had been sitting. She came back in with a cool glass of coke. For half an hour onwards we hit it off really well, i really liked her company and she seemed to enjoy mine too. We chatted about our pasts and current stuff like jobs and all that. I even felt comfortable enough to mention the fact i didn't drink. She said it was quite attractive that i had a principle like that. All the while i got gradually more lost in her eyes and her devious perfume made my mind race. It was the kind that you can't get used to and forget about, always coming back and teasing you. After a while she suddenly said playfully; "Ok tough guy lets see what you can do." She pointed to the floor. "Forty press ups." She playfully instructed. I got down into position and started in a good rhythm, i was good at press ups and moved up the numbers quite quickly. By about thirty i started to strain, but i had enough to finish without too much of a sweat. She looked at me with an approving smile. "Not bad, but i want to see more. I don't believe you have shown me everything yet." Her soft sexy voice told me. "Ok what do you want me to do now coach?" I joked. She laughed and replied; "You can call me that as long as i can call you my bitch?" My dick jumped at that. "Um sure, i sort of am already aren't i." i replied, with a laugh. Before i started she asked "Do you kind if i smoke? Its been a long day." I said it was fine, although i had never enjoyed cigarette smoke i did not want to upset my stunning host. "Fifty sit ups by the way bitch." She said with a giggle. "Sure thing coach." I joked back. She smiled slyly. "Get on with it." her smooth voice commanded. I pushed hard on the first twenty or so. Getting those over with fast meant that i could take it easier the further up the numbers i went. Doing fifty in a row was no easy task, two lots of twenty five, sure thats ok, but fifty in a row starts to get tough. Her smoke didn't help. I grunted on forty and she leaned forward and deliberately blew smoke into my open mouth. Her face just inches from mine, pouring smoke into my lungs. It was as hot as it was nasty. I coughed and had to lie down. "Hmm i think i win that one bitch." She crowed. "Yeah, you cheated." I said jokingly. "Nothing in the rules about that." She said stroking her hair and taking another drag. "And i make the rules." She sniggered the exhaling a cloud of smoke in my direction. "Thirty press ups and if i win you call me mistress." She winked at me in her sexy way. My dick was now growing fast as the training session turned into a sexy power game. I put all i had into the press ups, thrusting my arms as best i could, but it wasn't easy. Mercifully i got through the first twenty without being sabotaged. Christina had watched intently the whole time. Then she leant in towards me and put her hot face inches from mine. She took a drag and blew out as she had done before, causing me to cough violently. She laughed cruelly as i collapsed on the twenty eighth press up. "Unlucky bitch!" She giggled, blowing out more smoke onto my face. "To think i can take down a big strong man just by breathing on him." She took another wistful drag and blew 'o's into my face. I can't stand smoke but that was beyond sexy as the rings of smoke curled towards me. "Mistress i can't win when you blow smoke like that, could you please change the rules?" I enquired. She found it cute and gave me a pat on the cheek. I was rock hard by now and had realised this was getting more sexualised by the minute but the hot part was it was going unsaid. "Ok bitch, rule changed. I can't blow smoke in your face." She pretended to be disappointed and faked a sigh. She stubbed out her cigarette and stood up. "Five press ups, if you can't do it, your my slave for the night." She coaxed with her sultry voice and seductive eyes. "Deal." I said. It should be easy enough. The first three went well but as i lowered to for the fourth i felt a heavy weight on my back. "Come on slave two more." Christina laughed at my predicament. Her gorgeous butt was on my back, making it nigh on impossible to lift up again. To my credit i raised up for the fourth but lowering back down for the fifth killed it. I collapsed underneath her sexy ass. Her laughter rang in my ears as i lay there. "Ok slave lets watch that movie." She said standing up and gazing happily down at me. I was instructed to get a blanket, another drink and to give her a foot massage before we started watching. I worked over her stunning feet with care, growing harder with every minute. She let out a few moans of pleasure which made it even harder to concentrate. Whenever i looked up i would see a sexy babe either smoking or drinking her wine, with such a delicate style it turned me on yet more. Her feet were sweaty from work and her tights were slightly wet from it. The smell was a turn on and while i don't have a foot fetish she was driving me crazy. She picked out Mr and Mrs Smith as the film, i had seen it once before and was glad with her choice. We snuggled under the blanket, she deliberately draped her legs across mine and my crotch, giving me a killer smile when she brushed against my raging hard-on. She lit another cigarette and blew the smoke my way yet again. It was becoming erotic the way she used it to turn me on and tease me, even though i generally don't like smoke one bit, the fact it was hers drove me crazy. The film was great, as i remembered it to be, and the other memory i had of it was a scene where Angelina Jolie plays the role of a dominatrix. As the scene drew closer i realised the sexual tension between Christina and i would go through the roof when it played out. Sure enough as Jolie did her thing my already quite hard dick, grew to full length and strained at the sight of it. Christina then moved her leg over my crotch, holding my erect member down onto my stomach and left it there, throbbing under her toned leg. It was the cruelest tease because i now longed for it to be stroked and to cum but her leg just stayed there for the rest of the movie, it was the sexiest but most frustrating tease ever. The fact she pretended not to notice was even more sexy. The movie came to an end and we both agreed it had been a great idea and talked through the story as you do at the end of a film. She loved the way Mrs Smith had a dominant quality; "She has everything under her control, i love the scene where shes the domme, that sums her up. Do you like a dominant woman?" She gave me a sly smile and raised an eyebrow. I knew this answer had to be good. Her leg still rested against my shaft and i was really horny but i had to be cool with my reply. "It can be, er, different. I think it can be attractive if thats what you mean." She rubbed her leg up and down by shaft once teasingly. "Would it turn you on to give up control to a woman...a mistress?" She purred, winking at me when she said mistress. "It could, um, certainly be interesting. Sure i would probably give it a go." I chanced. She teased my cock again with another rub up and down with her leg. Then she stood up and said, in a matter of fact way. "Order some pizza slave." We picked out a large one to share and i ordered. It wasn't the most difficult thing she had asked me to do. "Give me another foot massage slave." She sat down on the couch and placed her delicious feet into my lap. The toes on one of her feet brushed against my hard cock. Once again she flashed a wicked smile my way when she felt it. This time she passed comment. "Thats a huge fucking hard on slave, are my gorgeous feet turning you on?" She looked me in the eye, with her eyebrow raised again. Her feet moved up towards my crotch as she spoke. "Ah yeah they're lovely mistress, i mean all of you turns me on as well, your stunning." I forced out of my dry mouth. I couldn't believe how fast this was moving. My hands worked on her feet as best i could, hoping to elicit the moans of pleasure i had heard before. The smell of her gorgeous stockinged feet wafted up my nose and drove me crazy. Like i say i'm not a very big foot lover but the fact it was hers just seemed to add to the turn on. After twenty minutes the pizza arrived and that meant a break in the massage. We both sat on the couch to eat and Christina moved her addictive legs away from my cock. We chatted pleasantly and i began to really like her personality, she laughed at a story i ended up telling and things began to feel more relaxed. We finished up happily and i began to feel tired, i didn't want to outstay my welcome either. "Thanks that was lovely, but i should probably get going, its quite late. Feel free to come over to mine at some point, i'd like to hang out again." I said tactfully. She lit a cigarette, the first in a few hours and blew out a cloud of smoke. She gazed through the smoke at me. "Have i allowed you to leave yet slave?" She spoke softly with a sly grin creeping over her perfect red lips. "Um no mistress, i..." "You are my slave for the night and the night is not over." She winked suggestively as she spoke. She shifted her feet back on to my crotch and started to tease my cock with both through my jeans. The combination of her teasing feet and her sensual smoking was bringing me to the edge. "Mistress, um i..." I struggled to tell her i wanted to cum. "Whats wrong slave?" She feigned sympathy and took the opportunity to snuggle up close to me. She blew smoke onto my face and then hissed into my ear. "Get naked slave." The words stunned me and i undressed as fast as i could. She watched with a demur expression, still smoking sexily. I rushed to get my clothes off. "Lie down on the floor slave." She instructed. I obeyed, eager to please her. The sight of her towering above me in her sexy work attire, with her fragrance of smoke and perfume engulfing me made my now exposed cock ooze precum. She snaked her way down on top of me, making sure her boobs pressed up against my chest and her legs were able to squeeze my cock between them. She took a drag and exhaled onto my face making my eyes water. "I have a game for us to play slave." She whispered. "If you cum tonight, then i will lock you in that box." She said pointing to a large chest that i had assumed was for storage. "If you don't cum then i will do anything you want! I mean anything." She gazed into my eyes unwaveringly. My dick raged with precum and arousal as she spoke. I knew i would lose unless i did something drastic. Christina was in no rush. She spent the next five or so minutes kissing me intensely. But before each kiss she would inhale and then kiss the smoke into my mouth. She wrapped her toned legs around my dick and stoked slowly while kissing me. My cock bulged and throbbed, i couldn't hold back for much longer as the smokey brunette temptress teased me without mercy. "You know slave i have so much control over your cock. Its utterly in love with my fit body, my beautiful legs, my supple breasts and my pert ass. I bet i could make it cum without even touching it from now on." She hissed into my ear, making me squirm with arousal. With that she sat up and turned round, planting her plump yet toned derriere on my face. And using her electrifying fingers to tease my balls. She played with them in the most seductive ways. She would stroke and caress and then without warning smack them hard, then go back to caressing. Her ass made breathing difficult and she loved to hear me beg for air whenever is became too hard to breathe, always leaving a few seconds before finally giving me air. I felt her move off briefly and then resume her position. She had been getting rubber gloves. I knew that because i felt a devilishly hot sensation as she forced a finger and then two into my ass, teasing and fucking with my prostate. She fucked my ass without relenting for what seemed like forever getting me very close to the edge and holding me there. She leant forward when she sensed i was close and kissed my balls and took them in her hot mouth. Then a dildo entered my ass, causing me to precum everywhere. She gleefully scooped up my slop and forced it into my mouth. Then she went back to my balls which were fit to burst with cum, my dick would explode if she so much as breathed on it. And then she did. Massaging my balls, fucking my ass and breathing her smoke onto my dick caused me to erupt, but feel little of the pleasure. It was a ruined orgasm and was always going to be from the minute she decided not to touch. My dick wrenched, begging to be touched. The smell of her smoke and corrupting perfume filling the air and her ass all over my face drove me crazy. "Argh! Please touch it mistress! Please!" I wailed as she blew yet more smoke on my spasming cock. I had lost and in the cruelest of ways feeling no thrill or pleasure. She simply turned around to face me, hovering her sizzling ass over my stricken cock and balls. "Please!" I begged. She responded with a silky smile and another cloud of smoke in my face. She leaned in a kissed my cheek, and then nibbled my ear, whispering. "Good luck in that box slave. I'm going to make sure you are begging for your life by the end of this." Her sexy smooth voice filled me with lust and fear at the same time. I could have run away, but i was hooked on her and she only intended to get me more addicted. Fear crept into my mind though. Here was a girl barley knew about to lock me up in a box for the night and making comments like that. My post orgasm mind was saying to run, but i also had the issue of fucking up a good thing. Her kinky games were just a way to get close to her, it was part of the deal to be hanging out with this chick and to break the deal would not bode well for the future. As i lay there recovering from the tough ruined orgasm, Christina got up and started getting the box ready, placing a towel along the bottom and checking the lock worked. "Come over here and get in the box slave." She ordered in that smooth sexy voice. I couldn't resist it. She was more or less hypnotising me with her seductive presence. I stood up and made my way to the box, looking fearfully into it. Then without warning she grabbed my hands and cuffed them tightly, leaning in a planting a wet smokey kiss on my cheek when she was done. "Get in and lie down slave." I did as she said. The lid closed to put me in partial darkness, there was a hole that my face could reach out of, if i levered myself up to it. It had a glass cover that could be opened and closed, at the moment it was open. "Slave, of you don't do as i say tonight it will be a very scary experience indeed. I don't take kindly to slaves who disobey." She gave me an evil smile and then blew a puff of smoke into my face. I suddenly felt very fearful. She had an evil look in her sexy eye and i began to worry as to how the night would go. She was a sexy, teasing beauty but i was sensing a cruel side. She had already been dominant but how much further would this stunning smoking brunette go. She sensed my fear. "How does it feel slave, to know that i control your freedom?" She grinned down like an animal eyeing its kill. She puffed smoke into the box and then without warning slammed the glass cover shut. The smoke hung in the air tinged with her perfume too. I strained to try and butt the glass open but couldn't quite force it all the way. She put a hand on it and ended my attempts to escape. My air would not run out for a while but this was a terrifying and in a twisted way a sexy reminder of the control she had. My kinky neighbour had me trapped. She finally let the cover up and spoke down into the hole again. "As i'm sure you are aware slave i can control you and if i wanted to even kill you. Does it turn you on that your life is my hands?" She beamed down at me. "Ah look, i would rather not be in here if that's ok, it's been a great evening but i really should be going." I gulped. Smoking Mistress Ch. 01 She fixed me with a mesmerising stare. "Does it turn you on knowing i could kill you if i damn wanted?" She spoke serenely. Her words made me burn. It did. I loved the control and her whole aura of dominance. Everything about her driving me insane and the power she could exert. It made my dick strain. "Yes mistress." I replied simply. She grinned and took a drag, exhaling into the box. This continued for,a while, with smoke pouring in and starting to create a haze. I started to panic as the smoke puffing out of her sharp red lips posed a greater threat to my life with each gust. Her sexy fragrance wafted down gradually, making my dick grow and strain. The sight of her hot lips pouring with smoke, heart melting face, dreamy black hair and the scent of her perfume made my slow death more bearable. Eventually she was satisfied with the level of smoke in my box. "Do you think you will survive the night slave." She queried with her smouldering looks. "I hope so mistress." I rasped. "Why? If you wake up alive it just means i get to torture you more!" She smiled innocently, before placing her perfect ass onto my breathing hole. "Do i have an ass to die for slave?" I heard faintly. "Yes mistress!" I exclaimed as loudly as possible. She laughed hysterically at my reply and i realised at this point, if i hadn't before, she was beyond just playing around. This was a cruel, evil woman who had plans for me. And i was addicted to her. Smoking Mistress Ch. 02 Second part of 'Smoking Mistress' series. Can be read alone but story is enhanced if you read part one first. ***** The haze of smoke and perfume hung over me, taunting my cock and making every breath loaded with Christina's scents. She now closed the lid of the box and strutted away, leaving me cuffed and helpless and on a limited oxygen budget. If she didn't return in under an hour then I would be finished. How had I got myself into this state, on the verge of death at the hands of this sensuous vixen? I felt angry now. Angry at myself for being so weak and at her for being so evil. Why lock me in a box and blow smoke and perfume into it to cut down my air. What had I done to deserve it? We'd had a nice evening and I had liked it a lot but this was insane. I grew angrier and more frustrated at the way she had left me to suffocate basically. My breathing had to be measured and calm. Now big sudden breaths in or out. No movements either. Time ticked by and I felt afraid and upset, I was not long away from suffocating in the box at the hands of this ruinously sexy brunette. I could do nothing. Her words rung in my ears and I considered. If I woke up alive I could get away surely. I would need to avoid her like hell but at the end of the day I was stronger and faster and I could also lock the door to my own apartment. If I ever got released, I would make a break, I decided. There was no sign of her yet but she could return. If she did I would still be relying on her to free me. Then I would get the hell out. Sure she was hot but that didn't stop me from feeling angry and scared at the fact she had done this. "Slave its midnight, you are free to leave, your contact is done." I heard her smooth voice say, her words striking fear into my heart, caressing my ears and arousing my cock. She could cripple me with just words and the smug smile on her dreamy lips said she knew. The glass lid was open at last and I felt a wave of relief wash over me; her sultry looks made my anger diminish. Even though it was her who had trapped me, she seemed like my heroine at this moment. "Do you want to stay slave? Will you extend your slavery contract?" her voice made my heart race and her piercing eyes cut through mine, forcing me to look away but she maintained eye contact. I winced. My disgruntled mindset of a few minutes earlier struggled to maintain itself in the face of a brunette temptress whose raw sexual power seemed unstoppable. In just a few seconds she was melting away my common sense and resistance; my dick was once again rock hard and my balls churning. "Well?" she smiled teasingly. Her luscious hair was so close, and smelled amazing, adding to the sexy scents she was already taunting me with. I felt powerless. The fire in my belly was gone and I seemed toothless. I tried to focus. Just say you want to go I told myself. "Ah I really, um really loved tonight but if I could go now that that would be great." I whined, feeling more fearful with every word. The locks on the box were undone and she opened it. Then she used her electrifying hands to undo my cuffs. I stood up to face my voluptuous captor. She had changed out of her work clothes and now had just a purple dressing gown on. The idea of her naked body just below it made my head reel. She fixed me with a warm smile. "Well I really enjoyed tonight neighbour, hopefully we can do it again sometime?" she spoke as though we had just had a normal night as neighbours together. As if none of it had happened. It unnerved me. "Sure it was great, your welcome at my place if you want to hang out again." I forced out. I didn't know whether I meant it or not. It was a diplomatic thing to say, part of me was addicted, the other hoping she would disappear and leave me in peace. I knew she would drive me crazy even when she wasn't there; she had left her mark on me. I fell into bed, glad to be alive and instantly jerking off. I came quickly to the thought of seeing her again, her touch, scent, body, everything drove me crazy. With the smell of her perfume and smoke all over me I tried to sleep, my mind turning over all the saucy things she had done and could do. About half an hour later I came again. I couldn't help it. Addiction ran through me. When I awoke the next morning I rushed to wank again a within a minute or two enjoyed another release thinking about her. I was desperate to see her again and be teased and tortured, I didn't care how badly, she was just so powerful I couldn't help but want her. I ate breakfast with my hand on my dick, imagining the hot things she could do to me, I thought about the box and started to change my mind about it. It had been hot, I reasoned and it was hot because it was her. I longed for her scent and her touch, jerking at the thought of her teasing ways. I came in my boxers and had to change. She had infiltrated my and taken away my resistance. I was dangerously hooked on her after just a night. I had to see her. I stood up and made my way to her door, pressing the bell when I got there, my hand trembling with excitement. "Hey Ben, what's up?" Christina stood there in her fresh work clothes. Tight blouse and a short but tasteful skirt, her hair back in a slick ponytail and leopard print killer heels met my ravenous eyes. Her addictive scent playing with my head and my cock hardening rapidly. I choked; "Um hi, can I still extend my contract?" Christina smiled deviously and stepped forward, putting her hands on my cheeks, making me gasp with arousal. Her cleavage was just inches from my chest and her gorgeous warm hands caressed my face and hair. "Of course." She whispered with a stunning grin. "How long for?" I asked meekly. "We can decide that at your place tonight." She replied, gazing deeply into my eyes with a demur look. "Did you think about me last night slave?" she said softly, blatantly eying my bulge. She took her hands of my face, putting one at her side and teasing the other across her mouth. "I did, a lot, mistress. I...I couldn't stop." I admitted. She flicked my crotch with a perfect red nail and blew me a kiss. "I can imagine!" she laughed naughtily, before moving closer to me. Her hot breath teases my neck and she suddenly grabbed my tie and dragged me towards her through the door. She kicked the door shut and began to fiercely kiss me, while running he hands over my body, brushing my raging hard on. I reeled in pleasure and lust as her firm body grinded against me. Then all too soon she pulled away, pushing me hard back against the door. "Kneel." She snapped. I fell to my knees. "How many times have you cum since you last saw me?" The question was laced with danger. I detected venom in her voice. "Three times mistress." I said in fear. She laughed cruelly, "Oh you're such a loser!" "I think I can do evil things to you based on that! You're clearly obsessed with me and I love manipulating guys who can't stop drooling over me. You're my next victim slave. Now go to work and I'll arrive at some point tonight. Be ready for me." With that, she put her foot on my chest and kicked me hard, sending me sprawling out of the apartment to the sound of her cruel laughter. I went back into my apartment and jerked off again, desperate to release thinking about her. Once i had cum, i went off to work in a daze, just living for the end of the day to finally arrive. I had worked in a bank call centre in my old town and got a promotion but also a relocation. My first day on the job was today and that helped me to forget about Christina. The morning went great and i felt glad i had taken the offer. The pay was better and the people were really motivated, they were all friendly too and their company mixed with work began to make me feel normal again. My job was to supervise but also to manage the building and discuss marketing with that department. I had my own email, phone number, the works. I was important and wanted to make the best of it. By about five in the evening we had finished and i drove home along the trunk road to the nice area of new houses and apartments i had moved into. My mind turned back inevitably to Christina. I had become her slave in the morning and later i would know for how long. In my more sober state having jerked off plenty and been to work, i thought more clearly. Sure she was stunning but that didn't mean i had to lose too much control. I resolved to get a good deal out of tonight, that meant i could have thrills but not be destroyed by her, as i feared. My mindset had altered too. I was a boss, an important man. I could hold my own with my staff and superiors at the bank, so surely i could keep my head above water with Christina. When i got home i cooked tea quickly, i was starved after work. While i ate i looked over some papers and tried to normalise myself for when she decided to knock the door. Three hours past and my concentration went downhill badly in that time. I stroked my dick too much and fell away from my work. Fighting distraction, i had a shower to relax and also to put cold water on my cock. Finally at about eight, she knocked the door. I got up from my chair with haste but then remembered i was to be calm. I focused. Get the best deal out of this and keep in with her. That was my aim. I unlocked the door. It opened to the sight of my stunning goddess, like yesterday still in her work clothes (as was i) except her smooth black hair was down to her shoulders. Like earlier, i gasped at how hot she was and this time tried to regain composure. She reached out a hand and grabbed my shirt, walking past me dragging me behind her. She stopped and dug her nails into my chest, turning to face me with a wicked look on her face. "Good evening slave...for me at least." She winked and made her way to the couch. I followed but was not allowed to sit down. She crossed her pantyhosed legs and gazed wistfully up at me. Twirling her hair with one hand. "I want a cigarette slave." She ordered. "Go buy me some." She smiled sweetly. I picked up the house keys to take them with me but then remembered she was staying. I decided to leave the door unlocked but take them anyway, to give myself some power. No such luck. "Slave give me the keys." She said just as i got to the door. I sighed and handed them too her. "Am i detecting reluctance slave? Resistance even?" She said with a slight snarl on her red lips. "I hope not for your sake." She sniggered arrogantly. Her arrogance irked me slightly, there was pride about me yet and i felt slighted by her style. I kept quiet for now, but planned to get even as the night went. Ten minutes later i arrived back at the door and delivered her cigarettes. She slapped me as a thank you with that smug grin on her face again. "Strip slave." I did so quickly, wanting to keep her happy. "Now, you said you wanted to extend your contract." She cocked her head to one side. She looked utterly in control, sitting with her beautiful crossed legs and smoking like an old fashioned actress. "Yes mistress, i wanted to spend more time with you, ah i mean as a friend but also serve you. I really like you and i wanted to get the best of both worlds, you know, have some fun and also be good neighbours., umm..." I rambled horribly. All through it she grew more amused, smiling at my tied tongue and exhaling rings of smoke towards my hardening dick with that smug look on her face. "So what you mean is, you want sex with me but not be my slave. Correct?" She laughed deviously. I gulped. My resolve want draining fast. "You see slave i have you wrapped around my little finger, infact chained around my little finger!" She teased, standing up and blowing smoke into my face. "And there isn't a thing you can do to stop me!" She hissed sexily at me. Fear crept through me but my cock now began to drip precum at the sight of my mistress. "Well slave, how long will you serve me for? How much more do you want on your contract?" She queried me. I wasn't sure. Again though she filled in for my speechlessness: "Lets have a clause. Your contract is ten years. But you can break it by wearing a chastity belt for a month long. If you want to escape then thats how. Deal?" She smiled. It was more of an order than a question. "Um look, i don't want this to move too fast you know? I'd..." She cut me off with a slap and a gust of smoke into my open mouth causing me to choke violently. "Deal?" She leaned in and kissed me, but bit down on my lower lip, causing me to writhe in pain. I looked longingly at her, my pleading eyes met with a sexy, cool gaze from hers. "I dunno, uh, how about a week?" I cobbled together an offer. She eyed me with a wicked look, took a drag of her cigarette and exhaled sexily. "A week, but on one condition." She said. "If you cum in my presence then the contract becomes what i wanted." Her seductive voice charmed me but i knew it was a set up. "No, i couldn't mistress." I spoke bravely. She stood up and faced me, eyeballing me and moving in close. Her scent washed over me and she exhaled smoke at me again. "Lets decide this another way slave." She said menacingly. With that she grabbed my hands and dragged me onto the floor, stubbing out her cigarette on my chest. She rolled me over so that she could straddle me and pinned my arms to the floor. She moved her head close to mine and spat on my face, before moving in to kiss me violently. She scratched at my chest, i tried to pull my hands up to defend myself but she kept them down. Now she moved her ass over my head deliberately cutting off my breathing. The feeling of being dominated turned me on even though it was painful. My dick oozed yet more precum as she wrestled me to the floor. Her hands then found my cock, causing me to moan into her skirt. "Does breathing in my sexy bum turn you on slave?" She teased. "It would be a pity if i had to deny you an orgasm the way you've denied me the contract." Her voice cut through me and i realised that i would have a fight on my hands to get out of this. The tips of her fingers brushed my throbbing member cruelly. She lit a new cigarette and i could feel the smoke pouring onto my cock. Then her lips brushed the shaft in an excruciating tease. My air started to run out beneath her perfect ass and i struggled to free myself. She laughed cruelly. "Aw do you want air slave?" She giggled at my discomfort. "Or is it my nasty teasing on your cock?" She said running her nails down my cock in an erotic mix of pain and pleasure. Then she pulled and and turned round, sitting on my dick, squashing it down onto my stomach. "Open your mouth slave." She ordered. I opened it and she pinched my nose, meaning i could only breath through my mouth. That became near impossible as she puffed smoke sexily into my mouth. I choked and hacked as my throat dried with each puff from her sultry red lips. Then her teasing started again, as she used her ass to torment my bursting member. "Do you like when i grind my sexy bum on your dick slave?" She laughed, rubbing her perfect ass cruelly against my wretched cock. I dreaded to think what was next. She was determined to get me to agree to her deal and i was fast losing the will to fight her. I wanted to be free but the only way to get that was to give up control as her slave. "So slave i'm going to give you a choice. Which do you prefer, breathing or cumming?" Christina purred huskily, pouring yet more smoke into me and i started to fell dizzy. The she started bouncing her skirt clad butt on my dick making it just seconds from orgasm. "Slave! Choose!" She barked. "Orgasms, mistress!" I rasped. Was i insane?!?! Part of me screamed for air but i was so turned on and tortured i had to cum. When she heard me, she sped up and brought me to the brink. My head swirled through lack of air and my ball groaned for release. Her hot ass coaxing my beleaguered cock into orgasm. At last i reached climax and immediately she moved off, leaving my dick to spirt helplessly into a terrible ruined orgasm. Her hand however remained on my nose and now on my mouth. A combination of the pain, tainted pleasure and lack of air made me pass out in a cold sweat to the delight of my cruel, sexy mistress who had absolute control. She could sign me up to anything now. She was just toying with me. I awoke, feeling groggy yet really turned on. I couldn't see because i was blindfolded and all i could breathe was Christina's scents. I realised that my blindfold was her sopping wet panties that she had clearly cum in. I was on my back and i was naked, but with cuffed arms and legs on what felt like a bed. I could breath which was a relief but i had no idea what to expect. Where was Christina? "Christina!" I shouted. In reply i heard her sexy laughter and the sound of heels coming into the room. "Enjoy your sleep slave? And by the way you should call me mistress." Her voice was close to my head. "Sorry mistress!" I replied quickly. I received a sharp slap for my mistake. "Now slave, how do you feel about my test? A week without cumming in my presence, so that you can get your way, but if you cum, you have to sign up to my deal." I was exhausted, battered and broken. My head was mush and my cock was rock hard at her luscious scents and her hair teasing its way along my chest. I was beaten. "Ok, i'll do it." I said reluctantly. In response she grabbed my throbbing cock and started jerking furiously with a lubed hand. It felt wonderful. The dampness of her used panties started to drip down my face and the her manipulative scents played with my head. I couldn't see but i could feel as she stroked hard and fast on my cock. I knew i had to resist but there was little chance of that now. "Did i mention that you have to make yourself cum? It would be very unfair if it was me, i would win in seconds." She purred, still stroking hard, building me close to a climax. Her touch was amazing and i wanted to cum to her so badly. Then as i got very close, she stopped and started undoing my the cuffs on my hands. Next she took off the filthy panties that were on my eyes and shoved them in my mouth. I could now see her. She oozed sensuality, with her hair down and her voluptuous body in a black bra and her work pantyhose. She gazed sexily at me, never breaking eye contact. She pawed at my erect member that was now dripping precum, running her fingers up and down teasingly. "You know you want it slave." She coaxed. I fought to resist, this cruel brunette temptress who would take me captive at the first opportunity to do so. I shook my head, which was met with her lips teasing the head of my dick and then more hard stroking. Then she changed tack, swinging round and using her feet, meaning that her ass was inches from my head again. Her beautiful arched soles, covered in pantyhose taunted my aching balls and throbbing cock, all the while she laughed and mocked me. "Trying to be the tough guy huh? The big bossman who can stand up for himself. Its cute watching but you know that i can always fuck you up and beat you. I always get my way slave. The sooner you learn that the better." All the while her lovely feet caressed my cock. I had to cum, i couldn't resist any longer, i thrusted my hands forward onto my cock and jerked hard and fast. She moved her feet away and sat on my face again this time with just a thin layer of pantyhose between my us. It took seconds for me to get off and i came hard. Under her ass i panted wildly and spasmed with pleasure, i had lost after a minute but it had felt immense to cum. She laughed at me the whole way through it: "I love it! Less than a minute of my teasing and i break you! Just think what i could do to you. For the next ten years slave. Ten years of me fucking you up and dominating you. Good luck." With that she stood up and cuffed my hands again and left the room. She came back with a plastic cup from my kitchen and proceeded to scoop up my cum into it. Smoking Mistress Ch. 02 "Open your mouth slave." She poured my sloppy cum into my mouth, making me gag with horror. The mix of her dirty knickers and my cum was foul. "Mmm eat it all up slave. Thats nothing compared with the things i'll have you do now that i own you." She smiled wickedly. With that she pulled the panties out of my mouth and wrapped them around my eyes and walked out laughing cruelly. I felt a sense of dread and fear that there was much, much worse to come. Smoking Mistress Ch. 03 Third part of the "Smoking Mistress" series. Story can be read alone but is enhanced if parts 1 & 2 are read first. ***** Exhausted and defeated i fell into a troubled sleep, cuffed and blindfolded with my mistress, Christina's filthy panties. In my own apartment she had dominated me by way of suffocation and sexual torment. She had won what she had wanted, my enslavement for the next ten years, in a contract. It had taken just two days to do it. I woke feeling tense. My wrists were cuffed far too tightly, more than was necessary anyway. They were numb with pain. My legs were now cuffed at the ankles, very tightly too. I moaned in pain and frustration, i winced with regret at my addiction, and what it had led me too. Angrily i thrashed at my restraints, wanting to confront her over her cruelty. I reflected with disgust at myself, that i could never keep up this defence of myself in her presence. Her smug, arrogant smiles and words, along with her slutty dress, riled me but her touch and teasing body, scent, kisses and smoke disarmed me every time. I would start of angry and end up like this, shackled and broken. The taste of my own cum from earlier lingered, along with her ass and pussy juice that had been filtering into my mouth hours earlier from her panties, making it torturous to swallow. I gulped hard to try clear my dry mouth. I must have fallen asleep again, because the next thing i knew i was awake again and my stinky blindfold removed. As i lay there if felt very relaxed suddenly, the sunlight was not an irritant as usual but comforting. I was alone and for the moment in peace, safely away from Christina. I had work but i had woken earlier than usual so i had two hours to get there; although if i was not freed then i wouldn't get there at all. That was up to her, but for the time being i was stuck. My cock hardened as it does in the morning but strained even worse than usual because of the thought of her. I started to doze again but then the door clicked open and in came Christina, dressed in her typical, sexy smart work attire. I drank in her beauty and instantly became hard, not relaxing anymore. She neared and teasingly put her ass over my raging hard on. "So close, yet so far." She leaned down and whispered sexily into my ear. I grunted with frustration as she smirked at my predicament. She could do anything to me and she loved the power. I wasn't so sure that i loved it too. "Slave, i have a proposal, actually, no an order." She stood powerfully over me. Her smouldering body mesmerising me. "I would like a job, bossman." She smirked, revelling in the discontent this caused me. I had the power to appoint her but the thought of her being in my work, dominating me as well was just unbearable. "Thats an order slave, do you accept it? Oh wait, you have to!" She cackled cruelly at me. "I could make you do all sorts of vile things if they were my orders couldn't i, its so tempting to abuse my power over you, it makes me so horny knowing i control you and own you. It makes my pussy wet knowing that anything i want from you, i can get." As she spoke she leaned in closer to me until she was on top of me with my throbbing cock between her legs, her boobs against my chest and her lips viscously kissing mine. She dug in her nails and moaned with pleasure, power drunk and turned on. She pulled out of the steamy embrace and produced a spiked chastity belt. She then walked out and came back with a bag of ice cubs that she flung hard at my cock, causing me immense pain. As i screamed in agony she got on the bed next to me and mockingly started to masturbate to my pain, using a slick dildo to get off. The moaned as she fucked her clit furiously, gazing at me the whole time. She snarled with pleasure and squirted all over my pillow, laughing silkily at me as she did so. She cleaned off the dildo in my mouth, then dried in using my hair, laughing mockingly the entire time. Then she pulled the ice off my shrunken, battered cock and balls and clipped on the spiked chastity belt. I gazed at it in pure horror. Christina grinned wickedly at it and then laughed cruelly at my face that had terror written all over it. "There will be many opportunities for this to come off slave. I want to see your devotion, and if you have the balls to take them." Her words cut through me. "Enjoy." She smirked, undid my cuffs and allowed me to get breakfast. I ate quickly, still reeling from the effects of her dominance and the new chastity device that i predicted to make life a living nightmare. I lined up a job for Christina too. Whatever she worked as now was clearly in an office or something, so at least she would be good at it. My fear was how she would use her presence to further torment me. As we ate, she acted perfectly normally. No teasing or attempts to torment me, although her scorching looks did that whether she tried or not. I offered her the job of my personal assistant, a role that i had been told to fill in any case. She took it but demanded a quarter of my salary to be transferred to her; the bank couldn't pay her more but i could. I took the hit as her slave, but began to ponder, what would happen if i broke the rules and rebelled against her? She now had the keys to my sexual freedom, but if she got rid of them then my immediate loyalty to her would be gone. Not that i was willing to risk her destroying them. But it did make me think. The morning went without incident. Christina worked superbly, met everyone and was very amicable. The chemistry between us was great too, cheerful and easy going. It was all grand apart from the spikes digging into my cock if i even got a semi. As the day wore on, i was not getting used to it, it was getting worse and i struggled hard to concentrate on my work. I managed but not without difficulty. Lunch was especially sore. After we had eaten Christina headed out for a smoke but told me to join her. She acted casually and made no obvious attempt to tease me, but she must have known how turned on i was now getting when she smoked. I had always disliked smoking but her glamour and seductive beauty mixed with it, made me reel. She blew seductive puffs of smoke at me as we talked, making my cock squeeze against the spikes. By the end of her cigarette tears were in my eyes and she was well aware of her effect. Back in the office, she told me to lock the door for a 'private meeting'. I reached and locked the door, turning to face her only to be pushed hard on to the floor. Christina then pounced on top of me, forcing my face into her crotch, smothering me with her soaking panties. She had stripped off her skirt when i was locking the door. She produced a sort of wire string and started to wrap it around me, my legs were soon paralysed. Now she ripped off her panties and threw them aside, thrusting her warm, juicy cunt onto my mouth and nose. My cock was now being torn at my the spikes. I should have been in heaven but i was in agony, moaning with pain every time her pussy rubbed across my face, causing me to grow harder and hornier. I struggled for breath as she smothered me deeply into her moist, quivering cunt and stinky ass. She had been sitting down all morning making her scent musky and strong. Her pussy lips gripped down on my face and her ass, crushed my neck onto the floor. I flailed wildly, to get free but she scratched her wicked nails down my arms to stop me escaping, then managed to wrap the wire around them too, making me completely helpless. Then as she neared her climax she pulled offcme and used her heels to kick me back into the corner between my desk and the window. Then she grabbed me and hauled me onto my desk, before rolling me over towards the window. My head now lay pressed against the window looking out at the quiet car park far below. She stepped onto the desk. Her stiletto pressed cruelly into the back of my head. From five floors up, i suddenly felt vulnerable. "How does that feel slave? Your face covered in my juices, your arms bleeding from my nails. Your cock pierced by the spiked cage that i own the key to. And now i could open this window and kick you out, couldn't i?" Her voice was cruel and she laughed as she contemplated the thought of throwing me out of the window to a bloody death. I was frozen in fear as her nasty yet sexy laughter tortured my ears. She wouldn't do it, would she? "Please, Christina!" I wailed. There was a torturous silence. I knew i had addressed her incorrectly. Would i regret it? "I mean...Mistress." I whimpered. Her heel pressed into me harder. "You could regret that mistake." She snarled and the window burst open, the cool air flowing onto my wet face. Panic gripped me. I was an inch from falling, paralysed and at the mercy of a cruel brunette, who owned me as her slave. With that she pulled me round, so that my legs hung limply out from, knees down. My head under her ass, leaving me gasping for air. Her hot pussy and dirty bum turned me on despite my fear and my cock strained furiously against its restraints, the spikes biting it horribly. Christina started to ride my face again, bucking and moaning as she neared the orgasm she had just refrained from. Her hot juices slopped into my mouth ad the heat from her ass, enticed my cock to torture itself yet more. "Oh fuck thats so good slave! How about i shove you out the window as i cum, that would be so hot!" She snarled. Is she crazy?! I thought in panic. I begged into her pussy for mercy, my muffled voice seemed to turn her on; she moaned and grunted with pleasure. Then she climaxed, a guttural cry of pleasure and hot squirt, filling my mouth and nose, causing me to choke under her as she came. This made her even more turned on and she pulled off, thrusting with one hand and throttling me with the other, an evil grin across her sexy lips. I choked hard, spluttering and retching as she continued to spasm with pleasure. She spat onto my eyes, blurring my vision, and let go of my throat. A wide, wicked smile on her face -that would haunt me- let me know that she was far from finished torturing me, or making me flirt with death. Now she grabbed my caged cock and unlocked it. She lit a cigarette and gestured for me to jerk off. Her warm, pussy soaked hands slid beautifully around my throbbing sore member and i was soon seconds from release. She could tell and cruelly teased my cock, letting it throb and jump from her touches. "Do you want to cum slave?" She purred. "Or do you want me to let you go? Free from this nasty wire and close the window." It had to be the latter. I wanted to cum, but not as much as i wanted to be free and safe. "Let me go please mistress." I whined. "Remember i said there would be opportunities for you to get the cage off and that you needed the balls to take them?" She sneered. "Well you have just proved to me that you are a gutless loser and i'm going to fuck you up tonight as a punishment." She mocked me with a worrying smile on her face. Now, she stood up, blowing smoke into my eyes and strutting back to her desk. "Mistress, are you going to release me?" I panicked. "No, you haven't earned it," her sexy, sweet voice told me. Then i heard her heels approach me from behind and felt her push me slightly further, more of my lower body hanging from the window. The near deserted overflow car park below beckoned menacingly. I felt my hands being handcuffed and to my relief, being secured to a heavy filing cabinet. What i couldn't see was that i was being chained up. Christina then blew smoke onto my face again, holding my mouth open and puffing sexily down my throat. She pinched my nose, meaning i would have to keep it open and for the next five minutes i fought for breath against her smoke. "How do i earn my freedom?" I asked, getting desperate. With that she cut the wire on my arms and legs, leaving only my cuffed hands as restraints, chained to the filing cabinet. I pulled my legs in gratefully. She leaned in for a hot kiss, rubbing her boobs against my chest. Then she pulled my face into her perfumed cleavage. The scent of fragrance and smoke in her perfumed breasts was too much to take for my shackled cock. She changed my cuffs, so that my hands were separate but still attached to the cabinet. "Fifty press ups slave." She smiled, invoking memories of that first night i had met her. If only i had known what i was in for. I strained hard as she watched from her chair. Legs crossed, and smoking glamorously, her eyes sparkling with approval at my efforts. My now bruised dick was causing more pain that my arms were but by about forty one i had to stop. The nervous energy used earlier crippled me and i collapsed onto the desk, gazing at her in lust and fear. She smiled cruelly at me. "Your so fucking hot slave, that body, is gorgeous. But its so much hotter when your begging for your life. Chained and in pain for me. Hows that dick feel?" She grabbed me and turned me onto my back, sitting her toned ass on my chastity. "Thats gotta hurt so bad!" She laughed, loving my pain. She rubbed and teased my cock with her panty clad ass, it was the cruelest torture she could have inflicted. The spikes gripped my dick and my balls ached. Noticing my big blue balls, she dug in her nails, clawing and fondling in teasingly equal measure. Then she leant forward, biting at my vulnerable balls. Her teeth gave way to her tongue, that she ran over my cage. I felt nothing of her soothing tongue. Only the horrific spikes. At long last, she freed me and allowed me to get back to work, but not before hinting darkly that tonight would be even worse. "I'm being kind slave. You din't earn that escape. Your torture will be resumed tonight. And by the end of it you will wish i had thrown you out that window." Then, as if nothing had happened we started work for the afternoon. She worked as well as she had in the morning; not a word of the terrifying lunchtime was uttered until just before the end. She leaned across and passed me a note. It read: "Good luck slave. I'm going to destroy you." With a business like smile, she winked at me and got back to work. My second day at work ended at last and we headed out to the car. Christina refused to put out her cigarette when we got in and when i asked her to, the reply was a gust of smoke into my face. For some reason that angered me, the day had been torturous and now she was now arrogantly smoking in my new car. It pissed me off, for some reason, despite all the other things she had done to me that day, this was just the final straw. Despite my signing up to her authority, i was sick of her smug, arrogant ways and treatment of me. The cage, the window, the torture and teasing. Now smoking in my car despite my request that she wouldn't. I had had enough. As we drove in silence, the tension was thick. She could sense i was pissed off, and was responding with silence. She kept smoking though and then cheekily slipped off her heels and pit her feet in my lap. The stinky hot pantyhose teased my caged cock cruelly and the smell began to join the smoke and her perfume. The scents made me crazy, my dick throbbed and writhed against its spikes and my head whirled. Then the anger returned. Enough teasing. I wanted to cum, no, actually to fuck her brains out and get my revenge. To bend her over and cum into her juicy cunt and get back at her teasing. As i drove i got more distracted and determined. As we went out onto the quieter road back to the neighbourhood, i decided to pull the car down a country lane that had a car park for walkers at the end of it. The car park was deserted because of the weather and the time of day. I knew what i was going to do. The lane at last appeared and without warning i swung down it. Christina's feet remained in my lap and she continued to smoke. Clouds of her second hand smoke hung in the car, the stench of her pantyhose and the subtle scent of her perfume hung in the air. As we drove she seemed unfazed by the detour. I sped up, knowing the car park was a couple of miles yet. "Why the rush slave?" She asked with a raised eyebrow and a sly smile. "None of your business." I grunted. She laughed mockingly in reply. "Ok tough guy, if you insist." I flashed a glance at her, to which she blew smoke in my face when i turned my head. That tore it. I floored the pedal and screeched into the car park, slamming in the brakes. I undid my seat belt and got out, going to her door and pulling her out and into the folded back seats. She struggled, realising what was going on but i held her down and started to smack her ass hard. "I'm tired of your fucking teasing and your fucking torture and giving you my money and being hung out the window at work!" I bawled, spanking her hard as she wriggled to get free. I yanked off her skirt and panties and started to spank her bare ass. I pulled of my trousers and boxers to free up my cock, but that gave her time to fight back and she clawed at my face with her nails and rammed her cigarette into my mouth. I choked hard and spat out the cigarette. I rolled her over and ripped off her panties, and tried desperately to get out of my chastity. This made her burst out laughing as i grappled with it. In desperation i tired but to no avail. She lay there, laughing and rubbing her pussy in pleasure at my predicament. "You know, i lied to you earlier." She sniggered. "Its more than just a spiked chastity cage!" With that she pulled a small remote control out of her pocket and pressed it. Electricity zapped by crotch and i doubled over in pain. It was a shocker. She cranked up the notches and continued to rub herself, enjoying my pain. I had been inches from getting my own back and forcing her to give me the key so that i could fuck her and cruelly avenge my suffering. Now i curled up into a ball in sheer agony, all to the sound of her smug laughter. The pain intensified causing me to yell for mercy. But it was no good. I felt dizzy with pain and frustration, gasping for air. "Your going to pay for that rebellion slave." She sneered. "And this is just the start."