this is the kind of session that I
truly enjoy. Not that any true Domina actually shows any
kind of emotion toward their slaves, but having a human
ashtray makes me feel a little vindicated. I had tried
to quit smoking for about eight months and I kept getting
all of these calls from people who were interested in
"smoking sessions" (a Dominatrix that smokes during sessions).
I kept saying, "No, I just quit..." Finally, after one
very stressful day, I said, "Sure... I'll take a session."
And from there on out, I never stopped smoking. So, now
that I'm fully immersed in my awful habit, languishing
in my diminished lung capacity, I take great pride in
making my masochistic slaves into human ash receptacles.
I had recently acquired a new
slave who is trying quite hard to be my "personal" slave.
What that means is someone willing to do anything I want,
whether it be running errands, or taking all of my sadistic
torture. The new guy "V" is working out quite nicely. He
actually enjoys being a human ashtray.
Our first session together shocked both
of us, considering he'd never been to a Dominatrix before.
I couldn't believe that he was so masochistic, and neither
could he. I started out with the old run-of-the-mill spanking,
flogging and light caning, and he never used a safety
word. So, then I decided to have a cigarette...
Every time I needed
to ash my cigarette, I told him to open his mouth; he
would stick out his tounge and take the ash.
I puffed on the cigarette to make a nice
little hot cherry and then I glided it along his sides
and nipples, but not actually touching the flesh. Just
enough to feel the heat. He never even flinched. Every
time I needed to ash my cigarette, I told him to open
his mouth; he would stick out his tongue and take the
ash. Unwavering, he would swallow all my ashes. I then
took out my sewing wheel--a one inch wheel with a 6" long
metal handle and needle-like sharp spikes protruding along
the wheel. As I rolled it across his skin, I could feel
I used the wheel on his nipples, lower
regions and sides, and then grabbed some Icy Hot--a lotion
type substance that heats up with the temperature of your
body. I applied it to his nipples and lower region. Ah...
now that got him. It started burning and stinging. He
was in complete pain, but it was also obvious that he
was in total ecstasy. I proceeded to light up another
cigarette, telling him to lie down on the rack as I fastened
his wrists and ankles. With him in this compromising position,
I continued to use his mouth for an ashtray. The Icy Hot
was starting to bore me now, so I wiped it off and immediately
started in with the hot cherry of my cigarette.
At this point, he finally flinched and
screamed in pain. I slapped his face a couple of times,
spat on him and told him how worthless he was. He replied,
"Yes Goddess... I am worthless. You are the Supreme Sadist.
I would do anything for You." I then replied,
"Good... then you shall. I think I might take you as a
personal slave, since you have plenty of time on your
hands, and I just need someone new to do my bidding.
"I want you to keep the dungeon clean
and organized and well prepared for each one of my sessions."
I put the cigarette out on his tongue and he swallowed
the entire butt. I told him that would be his reward for
the day, and that's the closest he would ever come to
Since that first day, we have
met several times for sessions as well as his tasks around
the dungeon. My decision has been wise, as he is working
out very well. Plus, it helps that he's young and not unattractive.
Perhaps one day I will quit smoking; but right now it's
just too much fun to use my slaves as human ashtrays.