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It was stupid, she knew that. But every day her mind returned to this thought, this idea. It became a fetish for her long ago.
The idea? Smoking.
She wanted to try it, had to. But she wanted a clear line, a delineation between her non smoking self and her future smoking self. She didn’t want to try one out drinking with friends, then slowly build up until she was hooked, but she wouldn’t notice because it was just part of her.
So she devised a plan.
She placed her purse in the time lock safe, set it for 15 days, checked to make sure she had her license, the envelope, and a ten dollar bill. She shut the safe. It beeped and started counting down 15 days. Now she had no access to any cash, or credit cards, or her phone for 15 days.
No going back now.
She crumpled the ten up and put it in the trash, pushing it down deep. From the fridge she took a half eaten rotisserie chicken and dumped it on top of the trash.
Time to go.
It was a short drive to her mistress’s house. At the back door she undressed, putting her clothes, car keys and license in the bag she brought with her. Now naked except for her chastity belt, the keys for which her mistress already held, she knocked once and waited.
It wasn’t a long wait, the door opened and her mistress invited her in with a wolfish grin on her face. Once inside she handed over the bag and the envelope with her tribute.
“Are you sure? this is your Last chance to back out.”
“Yes.” she replied, afraid if she said any more she would indeed back out.
“No slave, you have to explain what we are about to do, I need to be sure what you are asking for.”
She took a deep breath. This had been her fantasy for several years now. She had arranged it with her mistress, even picked her mistress for this fantasy, taken three weeks off from work, and now it was about to start.
“Mistress Catherine, I am giving myself to you for the next two weeks, to be used by you in any way you see fit. I have no say and will not argue. You may not cause any permanent damage or marks, but that is my only limit. In return I ask that you force me to smoke cigarettes. I wish to be addicted to them when I am released in two weeks.”
This had been discussed and planned beforehand. She had bursa escort grown up in a non smoking household, as a matter of fact she hated the smell. But at the same time she was deeply curious about women who smoked. What was it like having to stop everything you were doing and go have a cigarette? Even in cold wet weather? The relief, even joy on coworkers faces when they got outside after a long meeting and lit up, she wanted to know that feeling, that need. In her mind it was like a form of bondage, something that was also a major kink for her.
“Good slave, put your arms behind your back.”
She did as she was told and was rewarded with handcuffs clicking into place.
Her mistress came back in front of her grinning.
“We are going to have so much fun…well I am. One last time before we begin, do you want to go through with this?”
“Yes Mistress, I am yours to do with as you wish.”
She felt something cold and sticky being applied to her back.
“That, my slave, is a nicotine patch, it is meant for an extreme smoker to taper off, but for you it’s being used to overwhelm your brain with nicotine and set your addiction deep. Between that and the cigarettes I’m going to make you smoke, you probably won’t be feeling well over the next few days, but oh well, too bad.”
Mistress laughed
“Let’s get you dressed and we can begin your new life.”
In short order, she was dressed as a French maid. The handcuffs were replaced with individual cuffs, chained to a chain belt locked around her waist. Limiting her reach. Around her neck was a posture Collar holding her head up and limiting her movement. Her feet now were in impossibly high 5 inch heeled boots, locked on she realized when she heard the unmistakable click of locks being closed.
On her face was a gas Mask with a long hose, just dangling in front of her. She had to breathe deep to get air in.
Her mistress lit a cigarette.
“Take a deep breath, then exhale for a count of five.” Mistress ordered.
She did as ordered. When she hit five Mistress released a long exhale of smoke into the tube. Slave had no choice but to take it all in on her next breath.
“Breath deep slave, feel the smoke penetrate your Virgin lungs. I have bursa escort bayan to say this is an unusual fantasy, but one I’m happy to indulge.”
The mask only stayed on for one day. She was used to the smell by then, overwhelmed by it really. From that point on she had to smoke a cigarette every time her Mistress did.
Her mistress had been right on the first day, she felt like shit. But every time she cried or whined about it she was spanked with a crop.
She had no free time to dwell on it though. The first few days She lived up to the costume she was dressed in. She cleaned the house from top to bottom. Her cuffs stayed on, as did the heels so she had to work twice as hard to do anything.
Soon she was looking forward to the cigarette break with her mistress, at least then she could stand up and stop working. But the cigarettes still tasted horrible, made her head swim and burned her throat.
From day one her mistress had taught her to inhale the smoke, to fill her lungs to what seemed like capacity.
Once the house had been thoroughly cleaned, Mistress had finally stripped her of the maids outfit, and put her in a Skin tight black cat suit. With a built in hood. Once pulled over her head she realized there were no eye openings, just holes for her nose, and a cut out for her mouth.
“Can’t leave your mouth unable to smoke little one.” Mistress said with a chuckle. “Are you starting to like them yet?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Would you want to stop if I offered?” Asked Mistress Catherine.
“Would you stop if I said yes, Mistress?”
“HA! No I wouldn’t. I gave you a last chance to back out three days ago.” Mistress responded. “If you don’t like it, you can try and quit just like everyone else that is addicted, as you are well on the way to being.”
Slaves’ pussy got wet under her chastity belt with that statement. It was like riding a roller coaster, you can’t stop it after the ride starts, like it or not, you’re on till the end. This ride was well on its way.
Mistress let Her wander in her new suit, blind, for a few hours. It was quite the experience. She had never done anything blind before. Mistress came and got her for the forced smoke breaks. Telling her escort bayan to take a puff if she waited too long.
Surprisingly without her sight, she started enjoying the feeling coursing through her body with every hit. Her skin felt warm all over, and a calming feeling would start to spread from her belly and washed over her.
This suit became the norm for the two weeks whenever Mistress had clients. The mask both assured no one could recognize her, as well as protecting the privacy of her clients. It also had the added benefit of leaving her mouth available for any task Mistress gave her. She never balked at any request, she had pledged her body for two weeks.
By mid way through the second week she started to like and look forward to the smoke breaks. Mistress even made her skip a few cigarettes that her Mistress did have, and slave became irritable, and grumpy.
As she had asked, her Mistress would not let her have any cigarettes on her last day. She was shown the door at noon, her service, for the moment at an end.
Her hands shook as she started her car, she needed a cigarette. On her feet were the extremely high heeled boots her mistress had locked on the first day. She had not been out of them since, other than switching outfits. Around her waist was still her chastity belt.
“You will wear the boots for another two weeks, at least. Once a week you will come back for cleaning, and a day of servitude.”
With that her mistress lit a cigarette and shut the door.
Her need was driving her mad, she didn’t even register what her mistress had said or even done to her.
Driving home she cursed the person she was two weeks ago.
All her access to money was locked up until tomorrow. The only way she could get the cigarettes she needed now was a ten dollar bill under moldy stinking trash.
She tried for a bit to avoid going in the trash, searching her apartment desperately for change. but the old her had been thorough and there was no other money, and finally she had to give in to the need, the hunger for a cigarette, and dig into the trash.
Now outside the gas station, lighting her first cigarette from a pack she had bought herself, she realized she was one of those people who had to rush out after a long meeting at work, no matter the weather to feed her demon, her master.
She felt the rush of relief flowing through her body. But at the same time fear, what would she tell her parents, her friends?
“OH god, what have I done?”
She took another drag, and pulled the smoke deep into her lungs, and relaxed.
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