Forced smoking in gas mask


I once served a mistress about 15 years older than me. The first time I met her, she was in street clothes and looked exactly like what she was – a mid-40s woman and mother. Average looking, but under the surface you knew she was pure sexual debauchery. Her first time using me as an ashtray, it was outside in the backyard of a friend’s home we were at for a small gathering of those in the bdsm lifestyle. We were sitting there with her feet in my lap when she said, “let’s go smoke.”

Outside, she said something to the effect of “Kneel, tilt your head back, open your mouth WIDE, stick your tongue out as far as you can, and then don’t move or talk until I’m done with you.” Her tone of voice said “there is nothing you can do other than obey me.”

She then proceeded to treat me like any other object she owned. No teasing ashing – just a routine flick of the ashes. There was no “spit on your tongue to get it wet before hesitatingly putting the butt out” – just an order to “don’t move at all even though every part of you wants to, because what comes next makes me fucking wet” followed by a searing pain as she put the butt out on my tongue and dropped it in my mouth. Needless to say, she didn’t Give. A. Fuck. about whether or not I was turned on, enjoyed it, or hated it. I was there to do one thing only – serve her needs. And in that case, it meant being her ashtray. She then told me “clean yourself up and then come and massage my feet” as she went back inside the house.