Ashes to Ashes

This is dedicated to januaryjosephinecunis. Thank you for being the inspiration for my first story!

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I sat down on the wooden chair on my balcony, taking in the cool and fresh morning air. It was chilly for late May, not more than 13°C, but I enjoyed to sit here before the hustle of the day started. I lit up a cigarette and inhaled deeply, watching the smoke dispersing into the air.

After taking three draws from my cigarette, quite an amount of ash had formed at the tip. The glass door stood slightly ajar and I whistled inside. Only moments later, she came crawling outside and knelt down next to my feet. That depraved.. whatever she was... was naked apart from her ridiculously high stiletto heels, the ankle straps secured with padlocks for more than a week straight now, the shiny stainless steel of the locks contrasting so nicely with the matte gloss of the black leather. She can hardly walk on these absolutely garish whore shoes, but she's expected to crawl on all fours all the time anyhow, so why bother?

I moved my hand with the burning cigarette between index and middle finger in her general direction and I noticed conditioning her had worked: She immediately looked up at me, her eyes showing fully well she knew what was about to come. It didn't take any further encouragement for her to open her mouth and stick out her tongue. Keeping my eyes on her, I tapped the ash from my cigarette on her tongue. Taking another drag, I watched her close her mouth and swallow the now useless product of combustion. She (I think her name was Jan or Jane or something like that before I got her, but I forgot) only rarely gags now when doing this, but it took quite some training, a few punishments and soiled floors.

She was shivering, but kept completely quiet while she waited for me to tap more ash on her tongue. I watched the goosebumps on her skin and how she shifted uncomfortably from one knee to another on the wooden decking. I slowly smoked in silence, lost in thoughts about what this day may bring. From time to time, I tapped off more ash on my thing's tongue. She swallowed it without hesitating.

It was time to get going. The burnt down cigarette between my fingers, I looked down at this pathetic imitation of a human being. A household item. I held the cigarette butt between thumb and index finger and watched the red glow on its end. As I nodded down at the breathing, freezing pile of meat, she straightened up and shook her head slightly to let her long dark hair fall behind her shoulders. She knew she had to present her big, dangling tits. She pushed her chest forward and cupped her impressive orbs with her hands to push them up at me.

I smirked. Reaching out for her, I noticed her pushed-up cleavage heaving rhythmically. She was breathing deeper now. I moved my hand with the cigarette butt closer to her when she inhaled sharply through her nose. She must have felt the heat from the glowing end. I was amused. Her eyes narrowed slightly when she anticipated what was going to happen. Her nipples stood, erect and pointy. Was it because of the cold or because of how I was treating her?

Anyhow. I pushed my cigarette against her left nipple and stubbed it out. She successfully stifled any sound. I nodded contently at her and something resembling a smile played around her lips. I threw the now cold cigarette butt on the ground and went inside, locking the glass door behind me.

Turning around, I watched her bending down, her tits touching the ground, her ass sticking up in the cool morning air. The sun shining through a tree on the other side of the road painted an abstract pattern on her voluptuous backside. A few red welts were still visible, too. There was a dark spot on the wooden floor where her ass used to be.

She slowly stuck out her tongue and licked the cigarette butt with the tip. With a very skillful move, she curled her tongue to take up the discarded cigarette end, took it into her mouth and sat up again. Our eyes met. She swallowed, obviously suppressing her gag reflex.

I could see the look in her eyes that I enjoyed so much: Half despair and half happiness. Half disgust and half pride. I knew it would take more time, more training, more punishments, but more rewards, too, to have her where wanted her exactly. But I knew I had been right to take her in.