From Dust to Dust
I sat down on the wooden chair on my balcony, enjoying the cool and refreshing morning air. It was a bit chilly for late May, around 13°C, but I liked sitting out there before the chaos of the day began. I lit up a cigarette and took a deep inhale, watching the smoke rise into the air.
After three draws, there was quite a bit of ash at the end of my cigarette. The glass door was slightly open, so I whistled to call her. A few seconds later, she appeared on her hands and knees, completely naked except for her heightened stiletto heels, which were locked in place for over a week. The shine of the stainless steel locks contrasted beautifully with the glossy blackness of her leather heels.
Her inability to walk properly on those heels was irrelevant considering her constant crawling, so she was used to them now. I gestured with my cigarette and noticed her training had paid off as she immediately looked up at me, knowing what was about to happen. No further coaxing was necessary; she opened her mouth and extended her tongue. I tapped the ashes onto her tongue, watching them fall. By now, she didn't gag as often as she used to, but it took a lot of conditioning and punishments.
She shivered but remained silent, waiting impatiently for more ashes. I took in the goosebumps on her skin and the unsteadiness of her position on the wooden floor. I pondered what the day might entail. I continued to smoke in complete silence, tapping her tongue periodically.
It was time for me to leave. Holding the butt between my thumb and index finger, I watched the glowing tip of my cigarette. I nodded at her, and she hunched down. Her long dark hair fell behind her shoulders as she presented her large, hanging breasts. She thrust her chest forward, cupping her ample assets with her hands.
I grinned. My hand drew closer to her, the cigarette butt between my fingers. She inhaled sharply as she felt the warmth of the glowing end. Her eyes narrowed slightly, anticipating what was to come. Her nipples stood erect and pointed. Was it the cold or the way I was treating her?
Either way, I pushed the cigarette against her left nipple and snuffed it out. She suppressed any noise she might have made. I nodded, satisfied with her silence. I threw the now-cold butt on the ground and went back inside, locking the glass door behind me.
She rose, her chest shaking as she bent down, her butt in the air. The sun shone through a nearby tree, creating an abstract pattern on her voluptuous backside. Some red welts were still visible. She had left a dark mark on the wooden floor where her ass used to be.
She stuck out her tongue and licked the cigarette butt with its tip. Then, she grasped the burnt-out butt with her tongue, swallowed it, and sat up straight. Our eyes met. I could see the bewildered expression on her face, a mix of despair and satisfaction, disgust, and pride. I knew it would take more time, more training, more punishments but also more celebrations to achieve my goal. But I was confident in my choice of bringing her into my life.