Math and Cigarettes Pt. 02

Last night was a short one, my eyes were glued to my phone's screen, I was doing my "Research" which was searching for the terms "Femdom" and "Smoking" on the popular porn sites. I was not only interested in what I saw, but also in the comments. I was so curious to know what the viewers liked so much about it. It was like a fantasy movie, where a door to a new world was opened to me. The things I read and saw turned me on, my nipples were hard, my clitoris swollen and my fingers sinking into my wet pussy more than I wanted to admit at that point.

The morning after was quite challenging. I was lacking sleep, but not to the point where a strong black coffee couldn't fix me. I kept thinking about Tom and wondered what he was into, so far, I have only scratched the surface, but I assume, that he is one more case of "quiet waters are deep".

On my way to school, I smoked a cigarette walking from the bus station. It was my first one for today and it felt fantastic! I had no time to get new ones and only had two more left, so my plan was to pick up another pack after school. Most of the time at school, I was trying hard to not fall asleep, the lack of sleep really haunted me, but I glanced over at Tom a few times, and it made me start to smirk at him. When he met my gaze, he looked away shyly. It was kind of cute.

The courses were uneventful at best, and therefore will not get any more attention, but instead the big break gets some. I went to my usual hiding spot for a cigarette, where I could indulge in my habit. I had not expected it, but before I had time to even light my cigarette up Tom was standing there before me.

With the cigarette dangling from my pink lips, I looked up at him. "Oh, you want one too?" I said to tease him, and he looked around a little nervous "Hey... no, thanks, I leave that up to you" he replied politely and backed off a little.

Him being here gave me an idea. Since I was running out, with only one left, I boldly asked him "Okay, if you want to come over to study some more, you can do that...." I still had not lit my cigarette and was holding the orange filter between my index and middle finger. My nails were all black on both hands, nothing too fancy, but I noticed him follow my hand with his eyes.

"Oh yeah sure, I think yesterday, we did get a little distracted" he replied, and it made me grin "Well, a certain someone was rather distracted after that break..." my reply was a little snarky. "So, I am running out, can you get me a new pack before you come over?" I added before he had time to react to my little tease.

I could watch him get nervous and excited, he was looking into my eyes, and he nodded "I would like to" he stammered, his hands hidden in his pockets. "Then do it" was my follow-up, with a stricter tone just like I did yesterday. I finally put the cigarette back between my lips, cupping the tip with my left hand, sparking the lighter as the flame emerged, kissing the tip of my cigarette. As I inhaled, the flame was sucked into the tip of my cigarette, making it flare up bright red. I felt the warm smoke enter my mouth, took my hand away from the cigarette and put the lighter back into my pocket.

Before his eyes, I closed my eyes and inhaled, taking in some fresh air along with the smoke swirling in my mouth. It was such a relaxing feeling, as the smoke filled my lungs and the nicotine did its magic. Tom watched me in silence, and he was fidgeting in his pants.

I was far from done with him. He came to watch, and he should leave with a boner. So I slowly exhaled while I looked into his eyes, my lips were parted slightly. A cone of white smoke was blown from my lips towards him, against his chest. It didn't reach his face due to the height difference, and he didn't cough. "Are you adjusting your dick in your pants?" I asked with a bratty tone and a smirk. The cigarette in my right hand, elegantly held between my index and middle finger, my hand resting on my hip as I lean back a little against the wall.

Tom looked stunned while he watched me, and he nodded "No..." he furrowed his brows, a little annoyed, but his right hand was clearly reaching over towards his dick to pull it to the side. His body language was easy to read. I licked briefly over my lips to give them a little shine before my right hand guided the filter back to where it belonged, between my lips.

I took another drag, my cheeks hollowed slightly and the cherry flared up once more. His eyes were glued to my face. He was in for a show. After I slowly pulled the cigarette away from my mouth, I opened it slightly and pushed the silky warm smoke out with my tongue, then inhaled it through my nose. One of the few tricks I could pull off easily, and his pupils dilated some more. Tom seemed mesmerized and let out a moan. "God, you're too sexy... I shouldn't have followed you..." he said with a major boner in his pants, trying to keep it from poking out.

It made me giggle after I blew the smoke away to the side, away from both of us. "If you come over again later, you can watch me some more, after the work is done..." I paused briefly and licked my somewhat dry lips once again. "But you will also need to tell me more about your fetish, I want to understand it better, and I also have some very personal questions for you", my voice was calm and friendly, soft like it usually was. "If you are not ready to be a little uncomfortable, you don't have to come over, but if you do not dare to come over, just text me, so I know".

Tom nodded, his face flushed, and I hadn't even said anything spicy to him., it was really cute how little it took to turn him on. His voice was shaky when he answered me, "I would like to come over, and yes, we'd get the studying done first. I think you mentioned your mom was gone for the entirety of next week as well. So I might get the chance to come over next week again?" to which I nodded "Mmhm, yes, you could come over. My mom knew that I smoked, just not inside. But the patio was well hidden from the neighbours with the hedge and trees. During this time of year, the neighbours couldn't see anything from their side, so it's ideal for me having someone over who watches me smoke".

Tom nodded, and his hand kept playing around with himself in his pants, "Are you trying to hold your dick in place so you are not running around with a tent?" I asked, flicking my ashes onto the floor. "That is none of your business Vanessa...", he said that, as if he was annoyed, but I could tell that he was acting, inside he was getting weaker. "Oh it is my business, you came to watch me, knowing you'd get a hard-on again. You better not rub one out in school, I want you to keep that load for a little".

That last sentence really stunned him, his jaw dropped and he squirmed. Was this too much? I asked myself. His stunned expression was hard for me to decipher. Was it hot or not that I gave him such an order. Or was it really an order, would he really do it? He seemed so horny, but I seemed unfazed by all of it. "I will not jerk off, I have some self-control," Tom said and looked around nervously checking that none else was around. I flicked some more of those black and grey ashes onto the ground beneath me, still leaning slightly against the wall behind me. In my white tank top, with my white bra underneath and a blue knee long skirt.

"Okay Vanessa... I do what you say, but it's terrifying right now for me... It's like you're acting out my fantasies, and I haven't even said a thing about them... or did I?" He made my heart stop for a moment while I was in the middle of taking another drag, and I stopped before I had the filter between my lips. "I am what? No you have not told me about them, but now you will have to, because I am curious what is going on in your pervert mind" I said with a big smile and briefly wet my lips with my tongue before taking another relaxed drag, with the cigarette slowly starting to end. As I exhaled the smoke was carried away by a slight breeze, so none of my smoke tricks would have worked anyway.

I could see him scrambling for words. It was turning me on again. I was beginning to understand how empowering it was for the women I saw. I could see how they were enjoying themselves when those men were on their knees before them. I saw a lot of inspiring things last night, and a few of them had already crept back into my mind during the courses. "Okay, I am about to be finished with my smoke break. I'd advise you not to follow me right away, you may want to wait 30 seconds or until your boner is gone before you get back. I think it will be more awkward for you if the others see us together and ask you what the nerd wants from the weird quirky girl that smokes."

I stubbed the cigarette out on the floor, crouching a little to make sure the wind wouldn't blow my skirt up and show him more than he should see at the moment. "See you later..." I purred with a smirk, even giving him a teasing wink before I walked past him and went back into the building.

The next hours were uneventful. Tom and I were in different courses. Afterward, I went home and smoked my last cigarette on the way. I had some time to do the dishes and to prepare for when he came over. I had been turned on by my thoughts all day--before class, during class, after class, and on my way home. My panties had gotten wet a few times during the day, and I hadn't even done anything directly sexual. I considered myself lucky that my arousal wasn't visible--unlike the case for the men.

Tom arrived, and he brought my cigarettes, a fresh unopened pack of my favourite brand. "Good job, you didn't even ask which ones to buy," I said after he handed the pack over. He blushed deeply on the spot. "I saw your pack lying on your desk yesterday... I paid attention, of course, so I could buy the right ones for you. It would've been embarrassing if I'd gotten the wrong kind," he explained.

The study time went by quickly. We did a little leftover math and some physics, which was also screwed with my brain in the most unfun way possible. But after about two hours, my craving took over. I could no longer concentrate on the subject, and I was sure Tom wouldn't be able to either, definitely not after my smoke break. We closed the books and went back outside onto the patio.

I sat in the same chair as yesterday, my legs crossed as he sat down on the other chair. I pulled the ashtray a little closer and then slowly removed the crinkly plastic wrap and put the ashtray onto the flimsy film, that was otherwise easily blown away by the light breeze.

Tom watched me quietly, since I told him earlier that he will have to tell me about his fetish. I followed my little ritual and slowly cracked the pack open, removed the pull-out piece and crumbled it up. It landed in the ashtray and I looked at Tom. "Go ahead, start telling me about your smoking fetish, if you refuse I might just send you home, and you do not get to watch me enjoy myself..." I teased him.

Tom gulped, and he adjusted his pants a little "Well, Vanessa, you know that I like to see pretty girls smoking. But it's a little more than that. It is not like any random smoker turns me on. It is just girls that have a certain innocent look to them. So, the appeal from me is that the cute girl has such a habit, the contrast. I am not hating on smoking, I find it visually very appealing, the way it accentuates your pretty hands, mouth and face, especially your lips. It looks sensual to me. The forbidden stigma also adds something to it, like you are someone that breaks with the norms...".

It helped me understand, and I nodded. I sensually pulled one of the cigarettes out with my fingers a little before I lifted that entire pack to my mouth. I grabbed the end of the orange filter with my teeth. I observed him as he watched me, he stopped talking, I looked into his eyes, and this time he did not look away.

"You are into dominant girls..." I mumbled with the cigarette between my teeth and he nodded. "Okay, I want to see that. I want you to take your pants off and your shirt...". My voice was stern, regal and my expression also changed into a more serious one. Tom hesitated, I could see him think if he should do it or not and he gulped.

In the end, he took a deep breath and then went for it and pulled his t-shirt over his head. Tome placed it over the backrest of the chair. Followed by opening the belt of his pants after standing up. I looked at him. He had a flat chest and tummy, neither too skinny nor too muscular for my liking. Tom pulled his pants down and his grey boxer shorts came into view. A massive tent, a big wet spot where the tip of his dick poked into the fabric.

As he reached to cover his boner I interfered "No... kneel down before me, you will light my cigarette and stay on your knees" I ordered, a little unsure if this was too much for him or not. But he obeyed, after a few moments of hesitation he got down onto his knees, came a little closer, before I handed him my lighter.

I saw his hands shake when he took it from me. Wow! He was so nervous, he breathed fast, and the shivers were impossible to hide from me. Seeing him obey, made my body release adrenaline and it was a fantastic feeling. He had both hands on the regular pink lighter, flicked it a few times.

I leaned back in my chair, like a ruler, not moving towards him "if you want to light it, you need to come closer..." I said with my cigarette dangling from my lips as I spoke. My hands were placed on the armrests and Tom came closer to me than before, shielding the flame against the ambient breeze. It needed almost ten tries, before he managed to bring the flame to life and it to kiss the tip of my cigarette.

Tom placed the lighter on the table and sat back down onto his knees before me. I took my first drag and looked down at him. I inhaled normally, I sucked the smoke down into my lungs with some fresh air, closing my eyes. I let it linger for a few seconds before I opened my eyes and looked down at him and exhaled. This time the cone of my white smoke was directed at his face. He closed his eyes and a little cough escaped him. Weirdly enough he said "Thank you".

It was not what I expected. "Tell me about your fantasies, as soon as you stop, I will put this one out, so if you want to watch me smoke it all the way, you have to keep talking." I made it very clear for him and he gulped and nodded.

"I like the idea of someone smoking for me, letting me watch and masturbate to them, since it makes me so hard..." he started off, and I smiled down at him. "I like it when the cigarette dangles from your pretty lips..." I put it there, letting the cigarette dangle down a little, with smoke raising up from the red tip, the cork filter securely between my lips, right in the centre.

"Yes, like that. I also would like to get smoke blown into my face. I do not like the smell, but that's why it becomes so arousing to me." he continued and I remained quiet, doing my thing. I took a small drag, and exhaled the smoke soon after through my nose. "I would like to pay for your cigarettes and be the one that gets you fresh packs whenever you need to. I would also like to watch you smoke those extra long cigarettes too. They will make you look very elegant. I would also like to see you in a cocktail dress or something, with some high heels on while you smoke.". It made me smile some more and I couldn't keep the stern face on. It was wonderful to see that he obeyed me and told me all of those very personal things about his fetish. "Maybe... later, I would also like to try if you spit into my mouth or even use my mouth as your ashtray..." he then averted his eyes from me, looking down and away in shame.

God, it turned me on how he made himself so vulnerable and I leaned forward to look down. The dick in his boxer shorts painted the insides of his underwear with his precum. "None of what you said is something I would rule out doing for you. But in return of fulfilling your fantasies, I also have some demands." I interrupted him. "Take your cock out and stroke while you watch me smoke..." that was the start and his hand was hesitant, but he reached inside and took his rock hard cock out.

It looked liked the hardest dick I have seen and last night I had seen quite a few of them on my phone. He stroked and looked back at me again. I took a slow drag, a double drag even, for him to enjoy from his point of view below me. I made a ghost inhale for him, where I let a waft of the creamy smoke escape from my open mouth before I sucked it back in and inhaled. I keep the smoke in my lungs longer and watched him stroke.

His foreskin moved back and forth over his glistering glans that was thoroughly coated with his precum. God, it was so hot, it was so real and his obedience made my panties wet.

"I would like to have a blowjob one day, where the girl smokes at the same time and blows the smoke onto my cock... it does not need to be a blowjob, I would also take a handjob where you blow smoke onto it..." he changed from someone anonymous to me directly. It was not a coincidence, I could make those fantasies come true. And I could tell that he really was into me and the way I smoked. Yesterday was a kickstarted into something adventurous.

"In return, I want you to do my maths and physics homework for me, for the rest of the year. If there are group projects on those subjects where I am bad at, you will help me out to get decent grades and also prepare for the exams. You are my private tutor until we graduate. In return, I make your fantasies come true, more or less." I said with a flirty tone, wanting to coax him into this deal.

Tom nodded eagerly "Yes, I will do your homework and help you, I promise" his hand jerked off faster and he got carried away as he watched. I reached for the ashtray and flicked my ashes into it and I could see that he was willing to offer himself, but I was not ready for it just yet. "If you really want my ashes, you have to beg for them" I added in the tone of a dominatrix, just like I heard it last night.

"Please can I have your next ash, Miss?" he asked, getting carried away on his cock. I saw him twitch in his hand, the precum ran down his length, making his fingers all sticky as well.

"Stop stroking... hands behind your back..." I ordered and he gave himself a few more strokes before he took his hands back behind himself. I looked down at him and saw his dick twitch from arousal, the foreskin all the way peeled back behind the crown of his glans.

I have not even ordered him to open his mouth, but he lifted his chin up and presented me his pink tongue. He was so eager and it was just like in those scenes I saw. Tom was really submissive and I loved my spot. "Are you close?" I asked him and he nodded, he kept his mouth open and tongue out. I took my time to take another double drag before him, licked my lips and leaned closer to him.

I looked into his eyes, watched his cock twitch between his legs as I brought the cigarette to his mouth and flicked my ashes onto his pink tongue. It caused a sizzle, as the hot ashes touched his wet tongue, but it was not enough to leave any burn marks. "Swallow" I said with a stern tone.

The moment where he tasted it, I watched his face, it must have been an unpleasant taste, but he showed me his tongue that hard a few small black stripes in the center, after he said "Thank you, Miss".

This gave me such a rush, this was a lot easier than I thought and my wet pussy thanked me for giving this a try. I felt like I might have a wet spot on my skirt soon myself, so I better not let him watch me from behind.

"We can move slowly, I do not want to push you into this..." he said and reached out for his dick again and he continued to stroke, slowly. "I like the pace, and I have something for you..." I said followed by taking a small drag, and swirled around my spit a little and leaned forward. I brought my head over his and he could see what I went for. I let my spit dribble down onto his tongue.

Tom thanked me again after he swallowed and looked so happy. "I would like to serve you in more ways... this may all sound new to me, but would you like to be my domme?" he asked, and before he had finished his sentence, I replied loud and clear "Yes, and I am going to tease you so much more. But you better not forget what you will be doing for me. All the homework for the subjects I suck in and assistance with the other things I mentioned until we graduate..." he nodded eagerly, and smiled happily.

I looked into his eyes, as I brought this cigarette back to my lips once more, Tom stroked and opened his mouth again. It was the last drag, I took, I made it a double drag, a final snap inhale, where the smoke moved like in an inverted waterfall, rolled over my upper lip towards my nose where I sucked it in and inhaled it. I saw he was eager for more ash, but this time I denied him. "I never told you to start stroking again. I will not reward you with my ash..." I said and blew the smoke down into his face as I put the cigarette out in the ashtray, where I left its remains.

I sat back down, crossed my legs the other way and I looked down at him "I also want to control your orgasms". I dropped this line and he froze after he just put his hands back behind his back. "Are you serious?" Tom stammered and his eyes fell to my hands that dangled down over the armrests of my chair. "I also want to peg you" I added and his eyes opened wide. "Vanessa...." he started and got interrupted by me "Mistress Vanessa, if you speak to me from down there".

His eyes flickered and he gulped "M-Mistress Vanessa... does that mean, I get to jerk off in front of you while you smoke?" he asked and I nodded and bit my lower lip "Mhm... exactly, and I have done my research, so... I know what I want" I added with a confident smile. Tom was like putty in my hands right now and he agreed to my demands. Tom was now my submissive.