An Ashtray Named Anna- Chapter 1 by Kaitlynn Tye [OC][Smoking Fetish][Lezdom][Human Ashtray][Degrading][18+][Free]

Chapter 1- Jenna


The first time Anna got on her knees and opened her mouth for the hot singeing of the cigarette ash as it cascaded across her wet tongue and into her throat, she was a freshman in college. Now, she found herself able to function as an ashtray for three or four people at once. She preferred being an ashtray for her sorority sisters, but sometimes it was necessary for her to do it for their boyfriends or family as well. That she liked much less, but functioning as an ashtray certainly had its perks.


For one thing, Anna didn't think she could get off any other way. The helplessness at feelings of being utterly worthless appealed to her. In those moments she wasn't Anna to her friends. She was their ashtray. A tool for them to use and abuse. Something they could put away when they were done and she became Anna again.


It wasn't simply the breaking down into a human ashtray that was thrilling for Anna, it was building back up into a respectable person like the flip of a "Kink Switch" that made her happy.


Anna was an average-sized girl, with shoulder-length auburn hair and striking blue eyes. Her skin was fair although she often ashed herself so that it took on a slightly paler shade when she was finished. She had full lips and while some people might have looked unhealthy if they smoked as much as she did, for some reason the hard lines of her face seemed to be enhanced by her frequent cravings for cigarettes.


Her frame, which had been slight and petite when she first went to college, had begun to fill out due to the stress of schoolwork and late nights filled with partying. Even then, however, Anna remained fairly slim with her clothing fitting and flattering her curves in all the right places. She wore comfortable jeans with tank tops or t-shirts but still managed to look stylish no matter what she put on that day.


When standing at attention ready to fill orders for ashtrays from her sisters or anyone else around her, she looked dignified and poised despite the demands placed upon her. Her features were calm and relaxed yet strong in expression conveying both confidence in herself as well as respect from those around her. On every occasion where this task was requested of Anna, she never failed to make sure it was done correctly while simultaneously exuding an aura of gracefulness that left everyone speechless whenever they saw it happen.


Anna had always been drawn to the thrill of submission, but it wasn't until her college years that she discovered just how far she was willing to go. It started innocently enough - a dare from one of her sorority sisters to let her ash her cigarette in Anna's mouth - but the sensation of being used and degraded was indescribably addictive.


At first, Anna kept her newfound kink a secret, sneaking off with her sisters to be their ashtray whenever they needed one. But eventually, she found herself craving it more and more often. She started wearing red lipstick to make her lips more noticeable and would linger after parties just in case anyone needed an ashtray.


It wasn't long before Anna's reputation as an ashtray spread beyond her sorority. The boys started calling her "The Human Ashtray," and while she hated the nickname, part of her reveled in the attention. She knew what people thought of her - that she was a slut, a freak - but she didn't care. Being an ashtray was the only thing that made her feel truly alive.


And so Anna continued to kneel at their feet, opening her mouth for hot embers and inhaling clouds of toxic smoke. The burns on her tongue and lips were badges of honor, proof that she was willing to do anything for the thrill of submission.


But even as she embraced her role as a subhuman ashtray, Anna couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to take control for once. To be the one doing the using, instead of being used.


The thought quickly left her mind when she saw Jenna as she slapped the pack of her cigarettes against her hand, looking at Anna with her knowing eyes.


"Well, ashtray?" She said, walking over to her sorority sister who was wearing her softball uniform. She was very proud to be on the team, they were the state champs last year, but the 2006-2007 was not going well for the Wildcats. This made Jenna much harsher on her ashtray sister.


She dragged poor Anna outside, her silky-shiny softball uniform shimmering when they left the sorority house and walked into the backyard.


Even in the darkness, Jenna's eyes sparkled with a malicious glint as she lit her cigarette and held the smoldering ember just above Anna's open mouth.


Jenna was an attractive woman who had strikingly beautiful features. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, highlighting her high cheekbones and perfectly symmetrical face. She wore no makeup, yet her appearance seemed to glow with beauty and strength. Her tall, athletic frame was snugly encapsulated by her silky-shiny softball uniform which featured the Wildcats' emblem on the center of the chest. The light beige fabric hugged every contour of Jenna's body in an elegant manner like a second skin that nobody could resist admiring.


Anna shivered as the cold autumn air nipped at her bare skin. Jenna didn't stop until they reached the far end of the yard, where a large tree stood tall, casting a shadow over them.


"Now, ashtray," Jenna said, her voice low and menacing. "You've been a bad girl. And bad girls need punishment."


Anna's heart raced as she knelt down on the ground, her body tingling with anticipation. She watched as Jenna looked down at her, taking a long drag and exhaling the smoke in a thick cloud.


Anna's eyes followed the smoke as it danced up towards the branches of the tree. She couldn't help but feel jealous of the cigarette, wishing that she was the one being inhaled and exhaled. Jenna leaned in, her lips almost brushing against Anna's ear.


"You want this, don't you?" Jenna whispered.


Anna nodded eagerly, her eyes fixed on the glowing ember of the cigarette. She could feel her heart racing, her body warming with excitement.


"Then show me how much you want it," Jenna said, her hand reaching down to grab Anna's hair. She pulled her head back, exposing her neck.


Anna's breath caught in her throat as Jenna brought the cigarette to her skin. She could feel the heat emanating from the ember, the smell of burning tobacco overwhelming her senses. She flicked the first part of the cigarette ash out on Anna's open mouth, letting the ash sizzle when it landed on her wet tongue.


Despite the pain, Anna didn't flinch. She remained still, her eyes locked on Jenna's, willing her to continue. Jenna took another long drag before pressing the cigarette to Anna's lips, forcing the ashtray to take a deep drag of the lit cigarette.


Anna moaned, a mix of pleasure and pain spreading through her body. She could feel herself getting wet, her desire for Jenna overwhelming any rational thought.


Jenna leaned in, her lips just inches from Anna's. "You're mine now, ashtray," she whispered before pressing her mouth to Anna's.


Anna kissed her back, her tongue darting out to taste the smoke on Jenna's lips. She knew that from now on, her desire for Jenna would always be stronger than her fears.


As they kissed, Anna felt Jenna's hands slowly unbuttoning her softball uniform. She opened her eyes and saw Jenna looking at her with admiration. She was so beautiful, and Anna couldn't help but feel mesmerized by the intensity of Jenna's gaze. Nothing she'd ever experienced before could compare to this moment.


Jenna's hands moved across Anna's body; her touch tender yet passionate. Anna ran her fingers along the fabric of Jenna's softball uniform, tracing the stitching with awe. Jenna's gaze traveled from Anna's face all the way down to her feet, taking in every detail of her body. Her eyes glimmered with something that could only be called love, and it sent a shiver down Anna's spine.


Anna felt beautiful under Jenna's gaze. She was overwhelmed by all the emotions running through her body, and she knew that no matter what happened in the future their bond would never be broken.


Eventually, Jenna pulled away, the cigarette ash smoldering where it had been placed on Anna's tongue. Anna knew that as long as she kept smoking, she would never be able to escape from Jenna's hold on her. So, she finally relented, taking one last drag before allowing the cigarette to settle in the ashtray at her feet.


But just as quickly as it started, it was over. Jenna snuffed out the cigarette in Anna's mouth, leaving her gasping for air. Anna looked up at her, feeling a mix of fear and desire.


"Remember this, ashtray," Jenna said, grabbing Anna by the hair and pulling her close. "I own you. You're nothing but a subhuman ashtray to me."


Anna nodded, tears streaming down her face. She was Jenna's to use and abuse, and she wouldn't have it any other way.


It was a liberating experience for Anna, being able to look up at Jenna and feel in control for once. It felt so much better than just being an ashtray - she could finally let go of the stigma that had weighed her down for so long. No longer just a subhuman ashtray, she had become something more - an equal partner in their game of dominance and submission.


An Ashtray Named Anna is an 8k word smoking short that I wrote as my first real foray into smoking fetish. Its currently available for Free as an eBook if you look on Amazon. Anyone who is having trouble finding it, please shoot me a message and ill try to help :) As always, thank you all for your kind words and encouragement. It means the world to me! :)