Expensive Cigarettes

(As the following is a work of fiction, loosely based upon an on-going kinky friendship-D/s relationship, and much of what's written, but as of yet not everything, has actually happened or is happening, I've changed the names and occupations, etc. for discretion's sake.)

I used to calculate the cost of cigarettes in dollars and cents. But since I was unexpectedly left a widower a couple of years ago, I learned to measure this cost in time. I recently celebrated my fiftieth birthday, so time has been on my mind quite a bit. I figure that a man has two heads to do his thinking ... the one above his neck, and the one below his belt. Like most guys I know, I've always let Little Willie pretty much have his way. In a way I guess that I still do so, except Willie doesn't get to make the decisions any more.

I've owned a bookshop more years than I care to think about. A good friend of mine; to protect her identity here I'll call her Morticia, is a bookbinder, in her young twenties, and has worked part-time for me at my book shop for around five years or so. I've had lots of student help through the years, but have only made really close, long-lasting friendships with a couple of them. Morticia's one of them. She's attractive, but it's her mind that brought us together. She has a great sense of humor, and she's naturally kinky, as am I. She's also a talented artist, and her poetry, while quite dark, is powerful and would knock your socks off. Anyway, our vibes just clicked, and even with the age difference we became good friends from the start.

In a way, for around five years, we sort of had a father/daughter relationship, except that we were able to talk about things that fathers and daughters normally wouldn't get in to. Let's just say that we knew what each other's hidden tattoos looked like. We never had many secrets, and amongst other things she knew of some of my experiences, and fascination with D/s power exchange, to include forced chastity. My wife and I had toyed around some with chastity belts (for me) before she died, and after I was left alone I would still occasionally lock myself into the plastic for a day or so, before unlocking myself and taking things in hand. I had written a few poems about this, and after she read them, Morticia asked to see the belt, which I was wearing at the time. She jiggled it around a bit, and playfully pinched my balls, then held out her hand for the key. After a big gulp I handed it over, and have never asked for its return. I should say here that prior to this we had never played together, just talked about the possibility. Following Willie's advice, I sort of went along with the then unstated game, and now I guess that one could say that I work for Morticia, and I'll admit I wouldn't have it any other way.

In the shop we've pretty much kept our overt relationship the same, except for numerous, tormentingly teasing little subtleties that I won't go into here. Since she took control of the keys, her apartment is always spic-n-span, and as neither of us are in a serious relationship right now, Morticia regularly takes advantage of my educated tongue, both fore and aft. I mentioned that she's a top-notch artist, and she now has a live male model whenever she's in the mood to sketch something kinky.

She's about my size, and after my once commenting that the CB-2000 made a bit of a bulge in the front of my jeans, I'm now forced to wear her panties full-time, as they're tight and keep things well packed in. Neither of us are into real pain, but both enjoy what I refer to as sexy humiliation .... naturally with her on the giving end and myself on the receiving.

She quit smoking over a year ago, and I'm a committed, life-time smoker. With her now controlling the key, I'm allowed only one cigarette a day, but it's a costly smoke. The first cigarette of any new period costs me a week's chastity, (no milking) and each additional day that I choose to take advantage of my cigarette privilege adds another day that I'm not allowed a climax. As dear as this makes each cigarette, she's found ways to make it into a bit of a ritual that's made it even more costly.

Except for the CB-2000, I'm ordered to strip naked, kneel, and beg to be allowed a cigarette. Before being allowed to light up, she first dips the tip of an ice-finger in some type of hot ointment, then orders me to bend over and spread my cheeks so she can push it up my butt. (For those of you who don't know, an ice-finger is just what it sounds like. I fill a rubber glove with water, tie the end off and stick it in the freezer. The glove is peeled off, and the frozen fingers are snapped off.) This sure gave me a new outlook on the term 'giving the finger'. She usually adds a drop of the hot ointment at the base of my balls. The mixed sensations of the hot and cold burnings always causes my cock to try to break out of its cage.

It's difficult to describe the delicious, frustrating torture that I'm made to endure just to have a smoke. I love it and hate it at the same time. The longest that I've ever gone at one stretch without any sexual release is 34 days. When I controlled the keys, it was a rare day that I didn't cum once or twice. Obviously, I'm a confirmed smoker, to so 'willingly' put up with these added torments, alongside of forced chastity, just to be allowed around ten minutes of nicotine bliss. But this high price that I pay really makes each puff special.

As I said, Morticia is naturally kinky, and has some friends to match, all more in her age bracket than mine, so a couple of her girlfriends are now in on our semi-secret game, and are often present when I make my twice weekly visits to her apartment. I'm usually nude when I clean her apartment, or wearing some frilly little apron that she had, and I do all of her washing and ironing and dusting, etc.

Morticia swings both ways, so a few times we've had some major, orgiastic kinky parties with her two friends, with the three young ladies enjoying numerous climaxes with the help of dildos, plugs, and tongues, along with fingers, toes, noses, and anything else that came to mind. One of them enjoys rubbing her pussy against the plastic rings of my cage. It's especially frustrating as my cock yearns to spring up but can't, and occasional drops of pussy juice slips through the rings onto my aching cock. Even though the two friends of hers aren't really into the D/s scene, they seem to enjoy the power they have to torment and tease me until it feels like my cock will break through the hard plastic. They've learned that the harder up I am, the better head I give. Also, they've come to enjoy the 'total maid service' that I give them during these sessions. I guess that I might be sort of a father-figure to them, and they don't especially care for their fathers.

Knowing the thrill it gives us both, Morticia goes out of her way to add humiliating little commands and tasks when her friends are present, as well as punishments for minor infractions. These include but aren't limited to awkward bondage, shoving an ice-finger or two up my bum when I haven't been attentive enough, or being made to endure being fucked in the ass with a dildo or butt-plug while being 'forced' to lick their pussies and ass holes. The last time I had to endure these frustrations, I'd already gone over three weeks without sexual release myself, (the longest period of celibacy in my life up to that point) and while the numbing pain in my cock was more intense than any thing I'd ever experienced, almost making me want to cry, at the same time it was the most intense sexual feeling I've ever had.

Once, as they were all relaxing after numerous climaxes, they sipped wine as I sat on the floor before them and painted all of their toenails. Knowing that Morticia was enjoying displaying her power over me, I prostrated myself at her feet and groveled and begged for her permission to be allowed to masturbate. She simply leaned back in her chair and used my back for a footrest and said that she enjoyed my suffering much too much to allow me any relief. For the rest of the evening, all three of the young ladies seemed to go out of their way to increase the amount of teasing rubs and pinches on my exposed balls and ass, making me continually squirm and moan in my frustration. Also, Morticia decreed that since I had tried to get her to break our established rules concerning my celibacy, I deserved a spanking, so I ended up with a glowing red ass from all three of their hands. I never enjoy the pain from a spanking itself, but do love the tingling glow afterwards, and I especially treasure the humiliating thrill while it's happening. I've been told that I should expect lots of spankings in the future.

The only 'free' cigarette that I'm ever allowed is right after Morticia masturbates me. I'm always cuffed to the bed or a chair at this time, but she leaves one of my hands uncuffed for my ten minutes of tobaccoy bliss. Even without the ice-finger and hot salve sensations while I smoke this freebie, my cock is always standing tall, twitching, mentally begging for more hands-on attention. After I put the cigarette out, Morticia immediately re-cuffs my wrist, then presses a handful of ice-cubes against my cock and balls until Mr. Wonderful is again sadly pointing south, then quickly locks him back into his plastic cage before he has a chance to rear his ugly head. As the saying goes, there is no free lunch, so when I am allowed these rare climaxes, she decreed that I must lick up every drop of sperm. This was a new experience for me, and she's already told me that the next time I earn a bit of relief, she's going to have the girls over to watch. The thought of this turns my face bright red, as I can only guess at the comments they'll make. They really made a big deal out of when they watched me having to sit on the toilet just to pee.

How long will this March/November relationship go on? Well, we're friends, so I hope that this remains the case as long as we/I live. As far as her controlling the key to my hard? She's young, and has her life to live, so I'm thankful for my luck, and just take it a day at a time, always curious as to what she'll come up with next. One thing that really scares me is, after reminding me that she's bi, she mentioned that one of these days she wants me to lick her out her pussy when she's being fucked by a good friend of hers. She said that as she wants to be fair, and as his cock is larger than average, whenever I do this I'll get two days knocked off of my current penalty period, and that a straight blow-job will earn me an extra 'freebie' cigarette. I've never done anything like this, and I'm blushing just to type this, but will let you know how things turn out as they happen. Who knows, maybe I'll even write a poem about the experience.

[ Story continues in The Bookshop ]
[ Back to chastity fiction page ]

Page last updated 00-Dec-20 by: Altairboy@aol.com