Slave r and I met after communicating by email. He was coming to town on business and we arranged a time convenient for us to meet. Rather than go on and on about MY side of the session, I will simply allow his account to describe what happened during that wonderful afternoon:
(The following description and images are circa 2001)
My session scene surrounded a “girlfriend” fantasy. The Vinyl Queen left the room for a few moments for me to prepare. My fantasy scene started assuming that I had met the Vinyl Queen about six months ago at a local club. She was dressed in an outrageous vinyl outfit, which clung, tightly to her curvy body. She is about 5’7’ tall in her bare feet and much taller with her high-high heels. She has a long mane of beautiful black hair that cascades down her back to below a point just above her lower back. Anyway, at the club it was obvious that she was looking for someone to light her cigarette. Since I have an intense smoking fetish, I immediately noticed the beautiful all white, extra long, super thin Capri cigarette delicately held in her perfectly manicured hand. I cautiously approached her and asked if I could light her cigarette for her. Of course she accepted the light. I was so mesmerized by her beauty that I could not speak another word. Well, as you might imagine, the Vinyl Queen could immediately see through me to my submissive core. She could tell that I wanted to ask her out, but due to my submissive nature, could not cough up the courage to engage in conversation with such a beautiful woman. She said, “would you like me to be your girlfriend?” I was floored, here was this beautiful, sexy woman, sexily smoking, asking me to be her boyfriend. Well, I jumped at the opportunity. Over the course of the next six months, I would appear on her doorstep whenever she called me. She was always in charge of this rather unusual relationship. In fact, early on, she told me that she really didn’t have any use for me as boyfriend in the strict sense of the word. But, that I might prove myself worthy by serving her in other ways. She made it clear to me that as her “boyfriend” I would never have sex with her, as I was not worthy to have sex with such a beautiful woman. She also made it clear that I was to not only remain celibate, but I would not pleasure myself in any way unless directed to do so by my Mistress. Well, as our “relationship” progressed, I became accustomed to learning to serve her needs and to put my needs and desires aside. In fact the following details of our recent “date” typifies the status of our relationship.
The Vinyl Queen summoned me to her space. I arrived at the appointed time and was told to go into her dungeon room. I have been conditioned to immediately strip and kneel on the floor to await her arrival. A few minutes later, she entered the room. She looked absolutely stunning. She was dressed in a short black vinyl dress and she also wore a short black vinyl bolero jacket. Her thigh high stockings were sheer black and she wore an awesome pair of knee high black leather boots. The boots were the lace up variety that I so much love because of all of the detail. They had a semi-platform sole and super high-heels. The high quality leather smelled fantastic. Her beautiful jet-black hair cascaded down her back and she smelled wonderful. In private, I call her “Mistress” and she refers to me as her slave. In public, we are girlfriend and boyfriend.
Well, the first thing that the Vinyl Queen did was to place a pair of bondage mittens on both of my hands. These were then buckled together tightly behind my back. In fact, my wrists were pulled so tight behind my back that my upper chest was totally stretched out! This level of constriction of course began to excite me. Well, the Vinyl Queen loves to control me in every way and immediately sensed the need to control my “out of control” genitals. Today she chose a length of leather cord. She expertly wrapped the leather cord under and around my testicles. This placed my testicles and penis in unbelievably tight bondage. My testicles were in fact stretched away from my body and separated by that nasty leather cord. The Vinyl Queen was now in total control of my genitals. That really got my attention. The Vinyl Queen began to tell me that she was going to train me in a few more details today. She also told me that her girlfriends did not believe her when she told them that I was not really her boyfriend, but that I was her slave. She told me that although her friends were always curious as to why I was so attentive to her needs, they still did not believe that the Vinyl Queen really controlled me as a slave. Well, the Vinyl Queen told me that later on, she would provide her friends with some evidence! At this point my head was spinning and I wasn’t sure what she had in mind.
Next, the Vinyl Queen placed a full leather mask over my head. The mask was laced up in back and was very constricting. At least the eyes-holes were left open so that I could take in the visual pleasures of my Mistress. Just to confine me totally, my Mistress now placed a leather posture collar around my neck. This was buckled so tightly that is was impossible for me to move my head in any way – not up, down or side to side. So here I was, on my knees and totally restricted and constrained.
My Mistress then attached a heavy chain to my collar and led me over near a padded table. She hooked my chain to an eyebolt and left me on my knees. I felt so humiliated to be in tight bondage hitched to the wall like an animal. But, I have nonetheless accepted my position as a submissive and I know that I must suffer this type of humiliation for my Mistress. Thankfully I could see my beautiful Mistress in the mirror as she crossed the room to retrieve her cigarettes. Mistress is an incredibly sexy and seductive smoker. There is nothing more exciting than watching her smoke one of her long, all white, super slim cigarettes. Everything from her gorgeous lips, to her beautiful smoky exhales is enslaving. From this point on, she actually smoked continuously during our “date”.
Mistress knows me and my smoking fetish well. In fact, she uses it to enslave me further. She crossed back towards me with her unlit cigarette in her hand. I could see the all white cigarette contrast against her black outfit and beautiful black nail polish. She scolded me for failing to bring matches with me to light her cigarette. Not that I was in a position to light it anyway, since I was in tight bondage. She then forced me to watch her light her cigarette from a candle. She told me that I would have to be punished for my failure to meet her needs. She took a seat above me on the padded table. She looked stunning as she relaxed with her cigarette. Her cigarette ash became longer as she pondered my punishment. At that moment, it seemed to jump out. She told me that she no longer wanted to dirty her crystal ashtrays, so from now on I was to become her Human Ashtray! I was stunned, I could not believe that she would put me through such a degrading and humiliating task.
But, her power and beauty overwhelmed me. Early, I had told her that I would do anything for her just to be near her. She of course used this against me. She whispered, “now, now slave, I want you to be my ashtray. Don’t you think that I’m so beautiful that I deserve to use your mouth as my ashtray if I please?” As she asked her questions, with her hand that held her cigarette, she extended her finger towards my lips and sensuously rubbed my lips. My body ached with a surge of sexual excitement as my lips slowly parted. She inserted her manicured nail into my mouth. I licked her freshly painted nail with my tongue. I could hardly contain my sexual urges as I paid homage to her nail with my tongue. I was in heaven!
Well, I couldn’t argue with her logic or her sensual powers. She was beautiful, and demanding and I was a born submissive. I felt that I had an obligation to serve her needs, so I of course complied. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to accept her hot dirty ashes! She then flicked her long hot ash into my mouth. I swallowed and learned another lesson in submission and humiliation. Mistress continued to smoke her long cigarette while I was chained up on my knees like the near worthless slave that I am.
After relaxing with one more cigarette, it was time to learn another lesson. Mistress wanted to change out of her new leather lace up boots and get into another pair of new shoes. She unhitched my chain from the wall and led me on my knees to her comfortable chair. She removed my hands from the bondage mittens and took a seat in front of me. My penis was throbbing with excitement, as I was about to be permitted to touch her luscious leather boots. Mistress told me to lick and kiss her leather boots and to suck on the high heels. I gladly paid homage to those beautiful and aromatic leather boots. I paid particular attention to the heels and the platform soles
She pointed her cigarette at me and sternly told me to listen carefully while she explained how to remove her boots. As instructed, I carefully unlaced her beautiful black leather boots and remove the first one from her foot. I followed up with a precise removal of the second leather boot.
Mistress was concerned about changing her thigh high stockings. She made me gently remove each stocking from her beautiful, shapely legs. It was absolute torture acting as a handmaiden. I was truly just a lowly male serving the needs of his Mistress. My engorged penis was mercilessly bound with that nasty leather cord with no chance of release. I was again humiliated by my servitude to my beautiful and demanding Mistress. Mistress told me that since I was so good at serving as her boot slave, she was going to have me kiss them in public, maybe at a club, or in a restaurant. Although I was shocked, I know that when that time comes I will comply with her wishes.
Mistress then instructed me to place a new pair of super silky stocking on her legs. I carefully rolled each stocking up her legs to a point just under her short black vinyl dress. I was of course careful not to touch my Mistress’s creamy white skin too much as I know that I am not allowed such a pleasure.
Mistress was relatively pleased with my performance. Next, she instructed me to remove her new pair of shoes from a box on the floor. Well, when I pulled the tissue paper away from the top, I was staring at a pair of shoes that were a fetishist’s delight. They were a pair of black patent platform shoes with a 5″ high-heels. They had a buckle strap around the ankle and smelled just luscious. I was permitted the pleasure of placing this new pair of shoes on my Mistress’s feet and adjusted them to the proper fit. Next, she ordered me to pay homage to her new shoes my licking and kissing them. I was again in heaven as I applied my tongue to every surface of her new shoes. I paid special attention to licking the soles clean!
During the entire time as my Mistress’s handmaiden, she continued to smoke her cigarettes and use my mouth as an ashtray. She would interrupt my licking and kissing of her boots and shoes to flick her hot ashes into my mouth. She even threatened to let her girlfriends use me as an ashtray at an upcoming party.
During my handmaiden servitude, Mistress caught me touching by tightly bound penis, which of course is not allowed. She now told me that I would be punished for failing to obey her. She pulled on the heavy chain attached to my posture collar and again led me across the room and hitched me to the wall in a kneeling position. She then placed another pair of bondage restraints on each hand and wrist.
These restrains were made of leather and were similar to an open fingered glove. They had a thick padded leather piece that surrounded the palm and backs of the hand and extended several inches down each wrist. There were two wide leather straps with buckles. One strap went around the palm area and the other around the wrist. They seemed to be the type of restraint used in overhead suspension. I became very concerned that Mistress was going to hang me from the ceiling by my wrists. Mistress always has a way of keeping me off balance as her slave. She then pulled each of my wrists behind my back and buckled these restrains together. Not satisfied with the initial restriction, she found a way to really pull them tight behind my back so I could not move a muscle. My chest was pulled tight due to the pressure on my tightly cuffed wrists. This tight restrain sent a surge of sexual energy through my body. I quivered as my penis again became uselessly and humiliatingly engorged.
Mistress lit yet another cigarette while she surveyed by restrained body. She blew her sexy smoke into my face and said, “slave, there’s just one more thing we need to totally restrain you.” She then pushed an open mouth ring gag into my mouth. Once it was behind my teeth, she buckled it tightly around my head. I know I looked ridiculous as I could see myself in the mirror. I still had the leather hood over my head, with the posture collar and now the gag. Chained to a wall, on my knees with my hands cuffed tightly behind my back and my genitals in tight bondage. All this and my beautiful Mistress, flicking all of her hot ashes into my mouth and blowing her sexy smoke directly into my eyes and face. I just thought to myself, how lucky could I be. Under normal circumstances I would never be this close to such a beautiful woman. I felt completely at ease and content with my role as a slave. I began to drool uncontrollable due to the gag. My warm saliva began to dribble down my chest and onto my bound genitals.