Femdom Smoking Fetish Fantasy…
Don’t pretend you aren’t dying for it again. You love it when I tap that pack against the palm of my hand. You know it means your femdom smoking fetish fun is on its way. Almost like a dog hearing their owner open a treat. Those fuckers can hear you from a mile away and you’re no different, are you?
I tap the pack and pull a cigarette out of it. Leaning against the kitchen counter, my hips cocked to one side as I wait for you to creep around the corner, I roll my Bic between my fingers. You know better to keep me waiting, especially since we only keep one ashtray in our house.
Where are you?
Ah, there you are. You come around the corner looking forlorn. We don’t indulge simple smoking fetishes, do we? Nope, you have two choices at this moment: grab my cigarette and crush it or get on your fucking knees for femdom smoking fetish torment. You might look like you’re about to swallow glass, but that cock of yours doesn’t lie. So, you hesitate for a few seconds, taking in the package before dropping to your knees.
You do drop though.
I smile at you. It’s a sad smile…well, a bastardization of a sad smile, my way of mocking your decision. I bring my cigarette to my lips. The brown filter slides between them and I smell raisins. Ah, that smell of treated tobacco leaves brings such nostalgia. Looking down at you, I savor the rush before lifting my Bic and lighting the tip of my cigarette.
You’re squirming from the anticipation and a light sweat is beginning to bead on your forehead. How pathetic. I scorch the end of my cigarette, listening to the dried leaves crackle as they turn to ash. The reflection off of your eyes dazzles me.
Ready
With a lung full of smoke I push off the counter. My heels menacingly click on the tile floor as I walk towards you. I kneel down in your face running a hand across your cheek. You expect me to slap you but I don’t, instead, I blow the smoke directly into your face. Your eyes water but God you look so happy!
Too happy. I grab you roughly by the jaw, prying it open by digging into your cheeks. As soon as I get in there, I grind that red-hot cherry right into your tongue, making you squeal. You sputter and cry, but I’ve already turned my back on you. I return to my pack, lighting a second cigarette…
I stare at you and you truly see me. Your loving girlfriend, the one that holds you tight and soothes your nerves, isn’t here right now.
The cold hard truth.
In her place is a heartless Goddess ready to placate her own sadistic needs. I grab the O ring off of the counter and strap it into place. You drool all over it, but at least you look more vulnerable. I tap the ash off of my cigarette into your waiting mouth and then go about my business.
There are so many things I want to do during our femdom smoking fetish scene but what I want in this moment is to make it into one of my pee fetish fantasies!
I tell you to lay on your back, but not why. You’re nervous, I can tell, but like a good cum slut, you do as your told. I straddle your face, spreading my skirt around your head. You immediately start licking my pussy. You eat it like a starving man, and I also your balls as punishment.
So fucking presumptuous. I intended to let you lick it, but if you can’t play on my terms, then I’ll have someone else do it later. As I said, so fucking presumptuous. So fucking undisciplined.
Piss and Smoke
Our femdom smoking fetish fun is almost over. My cigarette is almost completely gone, the ash accumulating into a long column. With you quivering below me, I decide to ash on your dick. The heat makes you cry out into my pussy and I laugh. How weak of you!
It may have been warm but it certainly didn’t warrant a scream, except from a scared little bitch boy, I guess.
It’s time to piss all over you! I focus and a torrent of golden liquid coats your face. I feel the puddle spread, wetting your chest and the floor below. You sputter and curse, pissing me off. You should be singing my praise, but you have nothing but complaints.
You’re a moron for giving me an excuse to be sadistic. As my final act of the night, I smash the remains of my cigarette into the tip of your cock.
I sneer as I press the cherry into your tender flesh and luxuriate in the screams you gift me with.
Happily Never After
The screams hum through my pussy, reverberating across every nerve. I grind my clit into your mouth like a horny phonesex operator only wishes she could, getting off on your pain and panic. I cum, hard. My thighs shake and clench around your skull, my pussy bearing down on your mouth. The flood of pussy juice leaves you hungrily licking at me again, but I feel nothing but disgust. I away at your dick and stand up.
You’re still a fucking disappointment, so I leave you there in a puddle of cooling piss, my pussy juice smeared across your lips, never even looking back at my handiwork.
