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A few days had passed since I smoked for Tom at my home and let him jerk off for me, he only jerked off, I did not let him cum. I sent him home with so-called blue balls, something that I picked up during my research.
Tom sent a confession later that day, that he could not hold it any longer, and he jerked off and had an orgasm, while he recalled what happened between us. As expected I was not amused, after I stated that day, that I wanted to control his orgasms. My message back to him was, “I am disappointed, I think you need to learn to control your lust.”
Well little did he know, that I just went to a website that sold all sorts of sex toys, where I also got the few ones that I had, and ordered a chastity cage. Luckily there were some guides to help with sizing. Unlucky for him, I was good at eye-balling sizes. Tom was average in size down there, not massive nor particularly small. I loved seeing him so hard.
It was a warm summer evening, I had the windows and door open and a light breeze was going through my room and I thought “Fuck it. I really need to relieve myself right now and have a cigarette, and I cannot bother going outside for that.”
I was wet for so long while he was around, soaking wet to the point where my blue skirt had a massive wet patch in the center, that it looked like I sat in something wet.
I got a towel for myself, just to make sure I was not soaking my bed, since I could sense how needy I was and I expected a massive orgasm. I stripped naked, taking my top and bra off, then my wet skirt and my completely soaked panties. This was a first for me, that they were dripping with my own lust like that. I made a neat pile on the floor next to my bed, because I didn’t want to deal with it right now. I gathered my ashtray and pack of cigarettes from the patio and set myself up on the bed.
I lit my cigarette up, taking a small puff first and got all comfy, with my head on my pillow. I let out a moan, exhaling the smoke from my parted lips down over my body. The magic wand was turned on and operated by my left hand and I let out a sigh when that vibrating head was placed against my labia. I closed my eyes, moving the vibrating head slowly up and down over my wet folds and I heard how wet I was while the buzzing toy was causing me to moan softly.
The cigarette in my right hand was held firmly and guided to my mouth when I was ready to take another drag. This time I was not putting on a teasing show, I just wanted to enjoy myself. The vibrator on my clitoris was driving me wild, my moans got louder and more frequent. I was not muffling them, I was home alone. It felt so good, my swollen and sensitive clitoris got the attention it was denied during Tom’s visit. Fuck. I was fantasizing about Tom eating me out while I enjoyed my cigarette. It may not be a fantasy for long. I was inspired by a smoking clip I saw, that had one of the girls sitting with her legs spread on a patio and her subby girlfriend was between her legs, eating her out while she smoked. That was something I wanted too.
With my vivid imagination I climaxed before I finished my cigarette, and as I suspected, it was a mess. I have never squirted this much before. The towel soaked up most of it, some of it landed on the wooden floor. It was a mind-blowing orgasm that had my entire body shaking and quivering on the bed.
A few more slow and relaxing drags from my cigarette before I put it out in the ashtray. At that point I was tired, but very relaxed and the last thing I did before going to bed was wiping my squirt of the floor and getting ready in the bathroom.
Since I went to bed early, I woke up refreshed and feeling much better at my usual time. My mom still away for another week, I made myself some proper breakfast, some coffee and had my morning cigarette on the patio before I went to school.
My order was processed already and on the way to me, but since it should be a surprise, I messaged Tom that I was busy today and needed some time for other things. Before class, he handed me over my notebooks with the homework assignments all done. I called him a “Good boy.” and left him flustered in the hallway. The rest of the day was uneventful, he did not join me as yesterday, but it was also a welcome change, after we spend so much time together in the past two days. It should not look like we are dating, or else our classmates be insufferable about it, so we tried to not be seen together more than necessary. Which was good, but weird in a way, since I started to like Tom.
Later that day, I got my little package, with the cage inside, it was pricey, but if Tom was sticking to his word, it was being paid for in cigarettes. I was excited and feeling those two pieces of plastic in my hands, assembling and disassembling them, along with the little lock was exciting, knowing that he will be trapped inside sooner rather than later. I took some time to do some research to be prepared to put it on, so I knew the order for the ring, bursa merkez escort balls first.
I felt so powerful, since I could present some correct math homework for the first time in years and I was pretty happy with that. It should make it safer for me to get a better overall grade for those last two semesters. Knowing that Tom did the work was making me tingly between my legs. I looked up “homework slaves” online and to my surprise, this was a thing, where older men were even paying for the privilege to do the girl’s homework. I had the same thing, but without the financial transactional part.
At this moment I was not really so much after money, for the most part I wanted the convenience, that I had to worry less about my science homework and my grades, and also not needing to pick up cigarettes myself. I was happy with that little privilege, but as I also read online what else I might be getting away with. It was thrilling to see that femdom was massive and girls my age could have a lot of fun in it. I was far from it, at the moment, but I wanted to explore more of it, since I gained a lot of confidence with Tom.
Another night and day had passed, Tom and I had chatted a little bit, but not too much, we both felt like the things we did in person were much more enjoyable for both of us. Tom came over again and once again we went through some of the studying and homework stuff before the inevitable break was due.
Today I wore a simply black skirt, black panties, a plain bordeaux top that was tucked into my skirt, something comfy and casual. The black skirt matched my black dyed hair, my natural hair colour was dark blonde. I much preferred black and with a touch of goth or metal chick fashion style, I always stood out a little, unlike my below average height and bust.
“It feels like you are almost more excited than me for my smoke break.” I said to him, followed by some laughter, Tom blushed and nodded.
“You say that, like I am a total pervert for you and the fact that you smoke,” He sounded defensive, but it made it easier for me to tease him back.
“Are you not? You confessed your smoking fetish to me. You asked for me to smoke in front of you. You asked to taste my ashes.” I licked my lips afterwards and got off the bed, I picked up the fresh unopened pack that he brought me and my lighter. “You are a good boy,” I purred back at him, before he had time to defend himself against what I said. “You brought me cigarettes and I didn’t even have to remind you, that makes me happy, y’know?” I smiled at him and turned around while I stood in the door frame. “No no no. If you want to watch me and want to stroke again, you are going to strip again for me. Now!” I saw how he was shaking at my words, his hands trembled.
“For real, you want me to…?” He replied and I interrupted him
“Duh, yes. I want to see your excitement and how hard you get. If you get to enjoy me smoking, I get to see you naked, it is a fair deal, isn’t it?”
Tom did not call me by my title.
“Vanessa… uhm… I guess you are right,” He stammered and slowly began to take his clothes off.
He was shy, he covered himself and his boner. To me, it was really cute, how he was so open about his fetish to me, but so shy as well. Once he was fully naked, we went outside and this time, I pulled the pillow from the other chair and put it down before mine for him to kneel. Tom got the cue, and he knelt down before me and looked longingly up to me.
“Mistress Vanessa, may I please light your cigarette again?” He asked me so politely while I was in the process of opening my pack.
I put the ashtray on the clear film again and pulled the removable cover out, then I handed him both, the pack and the lighter and leaned back in my chair.
I saw his hands shake, when he was looking up towards me, his nervous fingers were slowly pulling out one of the cigarettes by the filter. His hands were so shaky, that I almost felt bad for him. But he then had the courage to lean in to put the cigarette between my lips, placing one hand onto my thigh to keep himself steady. This time, there was no wind, and he lit my cigarette up.
After my first drag, I called him a “Good boy.” once more, leaning back into my chair, holding the cigarette elegantly between my index and middle finger, with both of my arms on the armrests of my chair. In the meantime, his cock got rock hard again. It made me smile, seeing him struggle like that.
“You can stroke, but don’t cum, you know the rules.”
He nodded eagerly to my command and his right hand began to stroke. I loved watching men jerk off, something about their hands on their hard cock was somehow so exciting. I took a first deep drag, leaning forward to blow the smoke into his face. He inhaled more than he wanted, and it caused him to cough quite hard. And for some reason that intense reaction was exciting me and my body. My nipples pert up in my bra and I felt bursa escort kızlar my panties becoming sticky.
“Awww, are you okay?” I asked and he nodded and kept stroking. After two more drags, a teasing french inhale, there was enough ash built up at the tip of my cigarette, that he leaned his head back and presented that pink clean tongue to me. It made me squish my thighs together, this level of obedience and attention was surprising, in most of those clips that I saw, the woman had to tell the guy every single thing, but Tom knew what I wanted.
I leaned forward and spat onto his tongue, before I brought my cigarette over his extended tongue and tapped lightly onto it to tap off the ashes.
“Mmhm, does it really taste so good?” I asked him after he swallowed with a disgusted face.
“It tastes really terrible, to be honest, its disgusting,” He admitted with a disgusted expression.
I smirked, I was not fully understanding why it was, but I assumed it was for humiliation purposes
“Okay, tell me, my ashtray…” Yes, I called him my ashtray, “Are you a virgin, or have you ever touched a woman before, I mean, intimately?”
It was a very intimate question and Tom froze, his hand stopped moving, and I could see his brain shut down. His lower lip was trembling, and his eyes were fixing on my lips while I wrapped them around the orange filter. I was taking another drag, my cheeks hollowed slightly as I sucked in the creamy smoke. I opened my mouth wider, to let him see how the smoke was swirling around so delicately in my mouth for a few moments before it vanished in my throat and filled my lungs. With the smoke in my lungs, I told him to
“Answer me!” Before I slowly released my smoke in his direction again. His hand began to stroke again, and he nodded.
“Yes, I am a… virgin, I have never touched a woman or seen one naked in person,” He replied with a shaky voice.
I had no idea why, but the fact that I could be the first to touch his dick, and lock it away, made it tenfold as exciting. Tom huffed, and his dick was throbbing, and he removed his hand.
“I am about to cum.” He said, and his eyes were locked onto me. It prompted me to look at my cigarette.
“I have not even smoked a third of it.” I said and held it out elegantly with my fingers straight and the cigarette perpendicular to the fingers holding it. I looked down at him and smirked. “You wanted me to blow smoke on your cock, right? Today is your lucky day!” I said and put the cigarette down, into the ashtray, but not out. “I have a little surprise for you.” I said and got up “Close your eyes until I tell you to open them!” I instructed him and then went inside.
His boner would not allow me to put the cage on him, so instead of just picking up the cage I also went into the kitchen to pick up a bag of frozen peas from the freezer. I found Tom kneeling, his head bowed, and his eyes closed where he was supposed to be. His legs were spread, his cock still pointing upwards, still hard. I grinned, picked up my cigarette and took a drag. I exhaled before I leaned forward, bringing my eye closer to his ear
“This is now a little cold.” I purred into his right ear and then pressed the cold bag of peas against his boner. He yelped and gulped, his eyes opened wide, and he looked at me. “Hold it yourself, since you opened your eyes!” I said sternly, dropping the bag. Was I too mean to him? I don’t think so, I think I am the perfect level of mean, he seemed to like it so far. Tom picked up the bag and put it back onto his boner.
“Why?” He asked with a shaky voice.
“Why not? I have a little surprise for you.” I had a mischievous smirk on my lips from which my cigarette dangled. My pussy was so wet once more and my clitoris so swollen, my nipples rock hard, I had no idea how all of this turned me on so much. Tom was silent, while his cock shrunk from the cold ice, he watched me puff away, so casually, while he was naked, exposed and humiliated.
“I am going to lock your cock up!” while I stared into his eyes from atop, and he went completely silent. I could see him holding his breath, the blush on his face deepened, and he was shaking his head in disbelieve.
“Va-” He started and was immediately interrupted by me.
“Nuh-uh from down there, I am not just Vanessa.” I reminded him and he gulped.
“I am sorry, Mistress Vanessa… you can’t be serious.” He whimpered, and he dropped the bag of peas. His cock had shrunk to its soft size.
“I am very serious about this!” I told him, with a stern and regal voice, the cigarette hopping up and down between my lips as I spoke.
I presented him the cage and ordered him to “Stand up and hands behind your back!”
Tom obeyed, he got up slowly, coming closer to me. I needed both hands, the cigarette still securely in the center of my lips, I pulled his balls through the plastic ring. It was a weird feeling to do this, but I smiled up at him while I did it. Once his balls were through, his shaft had to follow. This was little trickier, but since it was soft and squishy for now, I pulled him through
“The first time a woman is touching your dick and its to lock you up, isn’t that exciting?” I said with a teasing tone and then took my cigarette between my fingers again to flick the ashes off and place it in the ashtray.
With a big grin, I picked up the cage and placed it against his glans, that was covered by his foreskin. It was a weird feeling, but I squished his cock, brought that cage towards the ring that was flush against his skin. I felt his dick resist, twitching against its prison. But it was futile. With the two pieces in place. I made sure to not pinch him, I then inserted the lock, turning the key and putting the key onto the table next to me. I licked my lips and looked up at him.
“That’s hot.” I said and I really liked it. His dick was average, but now it was squished down to less than half if his natural, soft size, it looked tight in there. Tom was shocked, he looked down, reaching down to feel the cage with his fingers.
“This is only temporary, right?” He asked me. I felt like a brat and looked up at him.
“Yes, for now you will be in there.” I said and ran my fingers over the cage. My fingertips slid over the skin that poked through the openings that the cage had.
“God this is so tight!” He moaned, and I watched his dick swell up inside.
“I will now make your wish come true, and I blow some smoke on it.” To which he shook his head
“Va-, Mistress Vanessa, please, this is torture, can you not see that I want to get hard?” he complained and tried to fondle with the cage, but it was snug and locked. I watched his desperate hands fidget with the small prison for his most intimate parts was such a satisfying thing, and I now fully understood why woman lock up men like that. Seeing a man desperate in real life was so much more exciting than seeing it on screen.
“Please?” He said with a pleading expression and I could only giggle.
I slid one of the cigarettes out a little, bringing the filter to my mouth, grabbing it with my teeth as I pull the pack away slowly. I quickly lit up my cigarette, taking a deep inhale and I grabbed his hips with both of my hands and I pulled him closer.
“Look at me.” I ordered, and then I exhaled my warm smoke against his locked up cock. He squirmed, and I loved the way he was so desperate. Precum leaked from his cage, and it landed on my bare thigh.
“Isn’t that what you wanted?” I asked and brought my right hand back to my mouth, and took another drag. This time I teased him with another sexy, french inhale, as the creamy smoke covered my upper lip for a few moments, and vanished into my nostrils.
A painful “But not like this, god.” Came from Tom who was throbbing in his prison.
The skin was really squeezing through those openings. My white smoke briefly hiding his locked up member, at least visually. I giggled, and I brought my mouth closer to him, my hands still on his hips. I licked the bead of precum off the tip that also was squeezed out. Tom twitched when my tongue touched him, like an electric shock.
“Oh god! Please! Please take it off! If you do not want to give me a blowjob, fine, I accept it. If I can jerk off while you smoke, that is enough for me!” He stammered.
I had to admit, it looked painful how his dick was squeezing through those openings, but according to what I read only, it was not that painful.
“I can give you a blowjob with it on!” I could not contain my giggles, this was so much more entertaining for me than I thought.
“No, no, no, please Vanessa, you don’t have to!” He was starting to get very squirmy, and I looked up at him with an innocent expression.
“Your manners, are disappointing me. You are not addressing me correctly. I think, as a punishment, and to make my wish come true, you will remain locked up until you come over again. I told you I wanted to control your orgasms!” I then took another drag, blowing the smoke all over his balls and the cage before I finished my sentence.
“I would not have done it, if you didn’t jerk off without my permission. Is this not what you wanted? We talked about how much you liked me being in control. How I teased you. How sexy I looked smoking for you. It’s not like I am going to throw away the key, but I think it would only be fair. Kneel down!” I was not done yet, but he knelt down before me and looked up at me again. So submissive, so cute, so flustered.
“Va-” He began and had to swallow it, since I was not done talking.
“If you get to enjoy your fetish with me…” I took another drag and then ashed onto his tongue again. “If you get your fantasies come to life, I also get to have my fun, okay?”
I had a point, hadn’t I? He gulped and nodded, watching me smoke and ash on his tongue again. His hand was on his locked up dick, he tried to stimulate himself, but nothing worked.
“Mistress Vanessa, I will be a good boy for you and be your obedient pet, but please let me cum!” He said, defeat in his eyes, he surrendered without me asking for it. My panties were soaked, just like two days ago.
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