Smoking Slut – A Dirty, Erotic Femdom Tale of Torture

He anxiously paced back and forth.   Over the last hour he had almost worn a hole through the cheap, stained carpeting of his hotel room.  He found himself chain smoking out of pure nervous excitement.  She was coming and, as usual, he didn’t know what to expect.  He had run over so many scenarios in his mind…things his shyness would never allow him to admit to anyone.  Things his prim and proper wife would never understand.  This business trip out of town offered the perfect opportunity to explore those fantasies of submission he long secretly harbored.  He was so lost in thought that he was quite startled by the sharp rapping at the door.  Even her knocking was intense.  He hurried to the door.  After a momentary hesitation, he drew in a quick breath and opened it to see her impatiently tapping the toe of her knee-high boots.

“What took you so long, slut?” she hissed.

“Uh, uh, uh, I didn’t realize I took too long, Goddess,” he stammered.

She shot a glare in his direction before she deposited her bag into his arms and roughly pushed past him. Before he had a chance to turn after her he heard her gasp in abject disgust.

“Yes.  I should have figured,” she said. “You’ve brought me to a little shit hole of a place.”

“But, Goddess,” he interrupted, “This is where my company sent me.”

“Then perhaps you should be looking for a company who appreciates you more,” she retorted with a sharp hint of ridicule.

She swiveled sharply on her heels to once again set her eyes on him.  He was fumbling by the nightstand with a pack of cigarettes.  His hand trembled uncontrollably as he flicked the lighter, deeply inhaling the smoke.

“What the hell do you think you are doing, slut?” she demanded.

He stopped dead in his tracks, holding the smoke in his lungs.  She stomped in his direction, snatched the cigarette from his mouth, and promptly smacked his lips sharply.  The smoke puffed out from his cheeks from the impact.

“Such a filthy habit, really,” she stated, “you should quit.”  He couldn’t tell if her smile was sweet or sinister.

“I, I, I have done it for so many years, Goddess,” he stuttered.

“Such a sorry excuse…guess I will have to change your mind for you,” she explained.  “How about I start the day with an important behavior modification lesson for you.”

To be continued…