Verena: Goddess of Wallachia by Kaitlynn Tye [OC][Femdom][BDSM][New Release] [18+][Smoking Fetish][Human Ashtray][Smoking][Cigarette]

This community has been SO wonderful to me, I wanted to make sure I shared a fun ashtray scene from my newest release with you all :) I hope you guys like it and if anyone is interested in my book (it involves all the tropes of femdom) I would LOVE some support! Thank you and please enjoy :)


"On your back now!" she said, watching him back away from her vagina and lay his lashed back on the cold stone floor. She used leather straps to bind his arms and legs to the four corners of the room, he calmly allowed her to take away the little movement he was usually allowed. She took out a cigarette and lit it, placing it between her delicate lips. She looked down at her slave as his eyes stared widely at her, confused about what was happening.


"You see pet." She said, sitting down on his chest and placing his face between her thighs, "You don’t get to taste me when you want. You don’t get to do anything when you want. It’s when I want. Or not at all!"


He opened his mouth to speak but she was ready. The moment his lips parted she forced the ring gag into his mouth, making him gag slightly as it jerked his mouth open. "I’m going to give you something to taste that will make you yearn for mommy's cream," she said, his eyes fluttering in horror.


With that she ashed her cigarette in his open mouth, hearing the small sizzle as the hot ashes landed on his tongue. He gagged softly, attempting to move and clear his mouth, but her weight on top of him and her will would never allow that.


She continued to ash the cigarette into his mouth, giggling as his open throat became coated in the dark thick ash that mixed with his saliva. When she was finished with her cigarette, she dropped the butt into his mouth. Putting her hands over it she spoke to him with only her eyes. She willed him to swallow it, to be the useless ashtray that they both knew he was. After some shallow gagging and coughing he did just that, swallowing her once cinder-tipped cigarette butt like a trash receptacle.


Eamon sighed softly, trying to communicate to his Mistress that this was not something he enjoyed. That he would do anything she asked as long as it never pushed what the pair referred to as a “Hard Limit”. He wasn't sure what she was asking of him, but he would do it. He knew he would do anything he was capable of for his goddess.


"I think you have misunderstood me, pet," Verena said placing her fingertips on Eamon's forced open mouth, "I'm not doing this for your pleasure. This is for mine."


Eamon started to gargle and thrash as she got up and moved over top of him. She calmly lowered herself further onto his face despite his attempt to thrust her away with his head. Of course, his struggle and attempts to communicate were useless as she ended up sitting on his mouth and nostrils rather than his chest. He still tried to get an explanation from her as the entire weight of her asshole pressed against his open mouth. She relaxed, letting her weight press into his face. She giggled as she sucked on a new cigarette while listening to him below her, gasping for the little bits of air that whistled between her ass cheeks and down his throat.


"You see, pet? I can do whatever I want with you." She said with a laugh, placing one of her legs up onto his shoulder so that her pussy rested above his mouth, and she took another drag of her cigarette. She exhaled smoke out over him as he gagged again. "You are so pathetic." She could feel the exhale of his mouth seeping up her now spread asshole as it rested on her slave.


He tried to speak but all that came out was a pathetic gargling sound as the ring-gag forced his mouth open wider than he would like it.


She looked down at him and playfully slapped against the sides of his chest, making him jolt back and forth as she laughed softly at the broken man beneath her. "Don't worry pet," She said playfully, still resting atop of him "The torture is almost over." With that, she finished off the cigarette and flicked it aside. She finally got up, watching his cyanotic face gasping for air as he struggled to catch his breath. Her asshole was moist from the sweat and gargling spit of her bound captive, but it was a necessary sacrifice. He needed to be punished.