Smoking fetish and female domination

Ah, yes! Smoking! One of my few pleasures left in life, and it is getting more and more difficult to indulge in this fetish (which can be a personal one, or the obsession of the fetishist) unless I am in the privacy of my own home or chamber. And that is why smoking has now become more popular as a fetish. Once an object or action becomes taboo, it has all the possibilities of becoming a fetish. But take my word for it; a real smoking fetishist will know whether you are a real smoker or just waving that live ash around solely for his benefit. Although this fetish indubitably started in childhood, many years ago a formalized smoking fetish scenario was very unusual, because a smoking fetish was so easy to fulfill casually. Smoke was everywhere and if one positioned oneself right, one could get a Puff-the-magic-dragon blast full in the face. So what if one never got to eat ashes or be the domina's ashtray? But the smoking fetish videos of years ago depict a style that is coming back today, that of the Smoking Siren.

My love for Camel Turkish Jade Menthol 100’s, for the whole ritual of smoking: how I hold Lhe cigarette between my lips right smack in the middle of my mouth; when I flick the lighter; how I tilt my head to one side when I light it; how I hold the cigarette and manipulate it; my cigarette holders—all classify me as a Smoking Siren. Personally, that first taste of it as it rolls over my teeth and tongue, the flavor of it as it fills my lungs, is one of my great pleasures in life. (I do hope I’m not making you ill, but I have as much a right to smoke as you have to get drunk, and believe it or not, you are not sexy when you are drunk. You are slow, sloppy, and stupid, uncoordinated, out of control, and a number of other things a woman in your position should never be. Smoking does not cause any of these undesirable conditions.)

So, back to the fetish of smoking. All of these laws about you can’t smoke here and you can't smoke there, not even in bars and nightclubs on the East or West Coast anymore, have unwittingly conspired to make smoking a fetish. Hence the smoking fetish was born, and with it returned the old diva and glamour girl-style of smoking. Smoking fetishists appreciate the classic wardrobe that goes with this fetish, although the diva can wear latex if she pleases. But the mood of this fetish is old-time, old-world elegance, when everyone who was glamourous and desirable was seen with a cigarette in their hand, and ladies wore millinery confections on their heads and used brass or elaborate cigarette cases and pearl or onyx cigarette holders. The cloud of smoke hung about the diva’s face as she spoke, sipped her drink, and laughed. She could blow delicate little smoke rings if she so wished. The smoke curling around her face was another manifestation of her desirability, perhaps even of her inner wantonness, and it kept her shrouded in mystery. There was a decadence about it all—and decadence can be very sexy.

The smoking fetishist loves everything to do with cigarettes and cigars, and like other fetishists, his fetish can range from mild to wild. On the mild side, the scenario described in the previous paragraph would work perfectly. You can make a grand entrance and have him awaiting your arrival on his knees. He could crawl along behind you on your way to your smoking divan. Blow smoke in his face; when you inhale make it exaggeratingly audible; use his tongue as an ashtray; teach him the correct way to light your cigarette (why should your hair catch fire just because he isn’t smart enough to realize that you should not bend down into the flame, but that the flame should be held high enough meet your lips); threaten to bum him with your cigarette if he misbehaves.

A fun little game I like to play with him and a cigarette is singeing off his body hair with the business (lit) end of my cigarette. This only works if he actually has body hair, and I don’t mean a few straggly hairs here and there. This game needs him to have at least a medium amount of fur. After you have dragged on the cigarette a few times in short order to make the ember long and hot, carefully roll it against the side of the ashtray to remove any dead ash. Then, gently drag it down his body, right across the top of his hair. Although this is not painful (unless you have an uncontrollable spasm and bum him), it does appear to be cruel, and the terrible smell of his burning hair makes this seem even more dangerous and exciting. You can perform this action on any of his body hair, but I wouldn’t recommend using it on his genitals. If you can’t resist burning his genital hair, I recommend that, in the context of the scene and in your role as the domina, you tell him what you are going to do first. What you do not want to happen is that he becomes startled or afraid by the sudden heat so very near his private pans and begins to squirm, wiggle, thrust his hips, or move in any way that causes him to bum himself. If you tell him, he will think on it, maybe with some fear or apprehension, which is excellent for the anticipation factor, but he will be still.

To take a walk on the wild side, try to get him to eat your cigarette butt as well as your ashes. Instead of threatening to burn him, do it (but not hard as cigarette burns last for ages). As you walk from one place to another, have him carry your cigarettes and lighter in his mouth as he crawls along behind you on all fours. Have him lick your ashtrays clean, or lick the bottom of your shoe or boot after you have ground out the cigarette. Have fun with it and try to introduce other aspects into the smoking fetish scenario.