He would sit at my feet, as I commanded, giving my peds the all his attention, selfishly fulfilling his foot and leg fetishes. I would sit, smoke, and gaze down at him though hazy clouds, feeling perfectly worshipped. A few times when I would blow big wafts of smoke in his direction, I would catch a glance of disgust. After a while this began to torment me. How dare my slave interrupt my time of worship, due to his distaste of smoke! I decided something must be done.

Knowing his attachment to my bare feet and legs, upon our next meeting I encased myself in tight patent leather, thigh high, eight inch heel boots, some long black satin gloves, a tight patent leather dress, and no panties. I entered the dungeon to find him waiting on his knees, head bowed, eyes cast down, as I have insrtucted him. I slowly circled a few times, raising his anxiety. I noticed a nervous twitch, then his cock rose to attention. I didn't need to tell him he was about to endure some discipline. I sat in front of him, legs spread. "I seemed to have forgotten my panties" his reply came humbly as he struggled not to look "yes Mistress, may I go fetch some for you?" "No, I feel like having a smoke, go get my cigarrette case", he prompltly returned with the case, and assumed his previous position.

Next, I ordered him to look at me, as he looked up, his eyes spent spent a second on my pussy. I unzipped the front of my dress a few inches and pulled out a long cigarette holder. "Put a cigarette here for me", he obeyed, trying not to look between my legs. I handed him my lighter and ordered him to lite my cigarette. The first drag I took deep, leaning my head back, cherishing the sensation, then exhaling straight and slowly into his face. He turned his head a little and coughed. I immediately disciplined him with a sharp slap to the face. "This time focuss on my mouth, on my lips". He started to break out into a sweat, his cock still rigid, still begging for attention.

My next drag was even bigger than my first, but this time when I blew out, my slaves attention was fixed on my full lips, his brow tensed, "Mistress, may I please stroke my cock?" "One stroke, per one blow and ash" his reply came quick and stiffled by his horniness " I don't understand, one ash?" "open your mouth", I ordered, I flicked my long ash onto his tongue "You didn't bring me an ashtray, so now your my ashtray. Take it like a good slave and swallow!" he obediantely followed my orders, swallowing the ash. "Now Mistress, may I stroke my cock" "yes you may, but first hold out your hand" I squeezed some lube onto his hand and reminded him only one stroke. He grasped his cock hard at the base and stroked up once firmly, and then let go with a sigh. He looked back to me longingly, I took another deep inhale, then exhaled into his face. He seemed to suck in my smoke. He willingly opened his mouth for my ash, and swallowed obediantely. Then his stroke, his whole body shook, I thought he may cum, he was definetely on the edge. This time I drew in as much smoke as I could. Grabbing the back of his head I pressed my lips against his, forcing the smoke down his throat. I felt him struggle a little then relax. "hold it in" I ordered, "until you cum". He grabbed his cock and stroked only twice before spilling his load all over my boots. As he gasped for air, I ordered him to clean up his mess with his tongue. I knew I would never get a bad glance from him again.