Claire Takes Control

1.

He sat in his car munching on a peanut butter sandwich that he had brought for lunch. The junior college parking lot was about half full.

Then he saw a Lexus come in and park. A tall dark headed women got out and began looking around as though she were lost. She was wearing one the shortest, tightest pair of blue-jean cutoffs that he had ever seen. He looked at the leggy girl for a few seconds and then said, "Wow!"

The kid found himself getting an erection just looking at the sexy female who had just shown up.

Then it hit him, that looks like Claire Revelle! He got out of his car and stood next to it and began looking her way. The tall girl saw him and immediately began walking towards him.

"Hey!"

"Hey yourself!" she said leaning against his car.

"You look great!" he said, "how did you know where to find me?"

"I didn't have your cell phone number and I called your house and your Mom answered!" Claire said and laughed. "And I'm like fuck, what am I going to say, I'm not supposed to know you." The girl paused briefly, "I thought about saying that your son is really hot and I wanted to have him come over because I wanted to milk him and blow smoke in his face and after that I was going to introduce him to my girl friends who were going to smoke him up and fuck him."

The girl giggled some more and leaned back further.

The kid said, "So what did you say then?"

"Well, I said that I had met you at the graduation party and that I knew you worked on bushes, and I wanted you to do some work on the shubbery around the house, I didn't go into many details, I was mysterious," she said, pleased with her air of glamour.

"Like Carmen Sternwood," the kid said.

"Who's that?" she asked.

"A girl I used to play pool with," he said dryly.

"You're goofy," the girl said.

She had beautiful skin, looking at her in the afternoon light.

The kid took Claire's hand, he said, "I've thought about you a lot, it's great to see you again."

The girl squeezed his hand, "I've thought a lot about you too sweetie." The girl beamed at him, showing pretty teeth and pink lips; her light green eyes looking at him.

Then she leaned in and kissed him.

"I thought you were mad at me," the kid said looking down.

"Oh fuck no! Not at all."

"I just thought you were upset."

"Look honey, I asked you over to my house and if you had done something that I didn't like, I would've kicked you out."

The girl grinned at him again, making quite a bit of eye contact, she was standing now right in front of the kid.

"I want you to come over tonight honey," she said.

"Sure," the kid said, "what time?"

"About eight o'clock."

"Okay, well thanks for asking me," the kid said smiling at Claire.

"You're not being asked, you're being told," she said smiling at him.

"Okay," he replied smiling a little.

His balls began tingling now, the effect her attitude was having on him.

"Tonight you get your first smoke up," she said.

"Alright," he said.

The kid looked carefully at her, she had lovely skin and seemed quite young standing in the light with it glinting off of her hair. She was dressed very provocatively with tight shorts and a white shirt that was pulled up to show off her navel. She caught him looking at her and smiled broadly.

The girl grinned at him, "Good answer, I want to continue with your education though, we we're just getting started."

She paused for a moment and then went on, "Look honey, I want to teach you about dominant girl sex, that's why I asked you over to my house in the first place. I don't want there to be any misunderstandings. That means that I'll smoke you, jerk you off, have CFNM parties, threesomes, I'll probably farm you out to my friends, we share guys back and forth."

The kid had dark green eyes, Claire stared at them and alternated between smiling and pouting, she'd already gotten one kiss and wanted another one. She stood right in front of him hoping for another kiss. The kid was extremely nice looking and she was excited by him, except, his eyes bothered her a little.

She again stared at the kid's green eyes, "Do you remember what I told you your first order is?"

She had two perfectly shaped jugs that were pointed right at him, if he moved a little to one side she moved until she was right in front of him.

The kid thought for a few seconds, remembering how she liked to play her little dominance games, finding her appealing he said, "Yes Ma'am is the right answer?"

"Yes Ma'am is always the right answer," she mildly corrected him.

"But that's pretty good," she said.

"Yes, I'd really like to come over," he said touching Claire's arm.

"Great!" she said.

She squeezed his hand hard.

2.

The kid parked his car in the same spot that he been in ten days earlier. He had put on dress pants and a shirt; he hadn't really been sure how to dress. But in his brief dealings with women, he'd learned that he was better off to be a little overdressed than to look too casual.

It was a medium sized house, it was already dark but the house was well lit on the outside. The place was nicely manicured with cut grass and trimmed bushes.

He sat in the car for a few seconds, he was not completely convinced at all that spending time with Claire Revelle was a good idea, she was incredibly exciting but disturbing.

The kid found his would be mistress highly appealing and disgusting at the same time. He didn't like all the talk about dominance, and thought about sticking her with a razor that he carried. She was an incredible turn on but brought out a dark side at the same time.

Finally he got out of his car and headed for the door and rang the bell.

In a very short period of time she answered it.

"Hey!" she said, "Come on in."

"Thanks."

They walked through the front door into the living room, the same room that he had been in a few days earlier. He noticed the same nice mixture of antiques and modern furniture that he had seen before. Then he looked down the hallway to the room that she had taken him before, her smoke room she called it. She wanted to teach him about smoke fetishes.

She was wearing a short blue skirt with a white blouse that was low cut, showing off her pretty tits. She had very shapely curvy legs, the kid couldn't help looking at them as he followed her through the house.

"Why don't you sit down sweetie," she said pointing to the couch.

The kid sat down and began to relax himself.

Then she sat down in a wooden antique rocking chair across from where he was sitting.

Claire said, "Do you want something to drink, preferably non alcoholic?"

"No, that's okay," he replied.

They sat not talking for a few seconds.

He saw her smiling at him, then she said, "Do you know what a fetish is?"

"I have an idea," he said.

"A fetish is like a sex tool," she said, "mine is smoke."

"Uh huh," the kid said.

"I like to blow smoke at guys," she said.

Then she said, "I want to teach about smoke and dominant girl sex."

"Right," the kid said.

She said, "So if I say things to you, it's that's the way that this works, do you understand?"

"I guess," he said.

He sounded more confused than he was, he had a fair idea of what she was getting at, and it excited and scared him at the same time.

She stared at the kid for a few seconds, he was a fairly tall kid and wiry, a shade under six feet tall, with dark blond hair and tan skin, wide strong looking shoulders. He had a pretty looking babyish face, and dark green eyes that were kind of odd looking, as though they didn't go with the rest of the face. He was a gorgeous looking boy and Claire liked everything about him except the eyes, he seldom made much eye contact, and when he did, he looked right through her.

She didn't say anything for awhile as though she were thinking, then she said, "This is why you were brought over, to initiate you into the world of the smoke fetish; I'm going to give you your first smoke up tonight."

He felt his breath catch in his throat at the thought of being smoked.

Claire's pretty shoulder-length dark hair kept falling in front of her eyes and she tossed her head back to get it out of the way.

She had deep, sultry sexy eyes, the kid noticed their hypnotic intensity as she made lots of eye contact.

He felt an intense excitement mixed with fear that he usually felt around his seductive mistress. He avoided looking at her eyes and the confident look that she had on her face. Her expression was very erotic.

The kid noticed that she seemed to be working herself up to something very quickly.

He was incredibly excited by the way that she could take control but also revolted by it.

Claire was very proud of her pretty tits, and took every opportunity for the handsome young kid to get a good look at them.

She came over and stood in front of him.

She stared at him, then said, "I'm ready to start teaching you, see if you remember anything from your last session."

She reached out and touched his chin and said, "Who's the boss?"

"You are," he said, lying to her.

She waited a few seconds and then said, "Fuck you, what if I call your mom and tell her that you asked me to blow smoke on you?"

"That was your idea," he replied, startled at her remark.

"Fuck you," she said again.

The kid said, "Now wait a minute, this was all your idea."

She laughed and then said, "Fuck off, I'll do whatever I want."

She stared at him and laughed again, "Fuck you."

"This was your idea," the kid said laughing himself.

"Shut up, shut the fuck up," she said, "kiss my ass honey."

She grinned broadly and said, "You're just a kid, you little sonavabitch. I'll just get on the phone and tell your mother how much you like smoke and that you'll do just about anything to get me to smoke you."

"Hold on," he said.

"You hold on," she leered at him, "I've seen guys like you before, you're standing there thinking where's the smoke, where's the smoke; you'll shoot your wad before I blow five puffs at you. Then you'll want to do it again. You'll do whatever I want too. So fuck you."

She stared at him watching his reaction, he didn't seem to be embarrassed but leered at her with obvious excitement.

"You'll do whatever I want won't you?"

He didn't say anything, staring at her.

"What's your first order?" she said in a commanding voice.

"Yes Ma'am!" he said in a loud voice but not truthful voice.

"Okay, alright," she said, "good answer."

The girl stuck her boobs out at him and leered again, "Who's the boss, I ask again?"

"You are."

The kid was very excited, his heart was racing with all the dirty talk and her domineering attitude. She seemed to be able to turn excitement up extremely fast.

She made a face with her mouth then said, "You'll be kissing my ass."

"Go and look in that closet over there," Claire said.

The kid stood there for a minute not doing anything.

"Now!" she said.

The kid looked over at a closet that was in the side of the living room that they were standing in, then he went over to it and stood in front of it.

Claire walked over and stood next to him as he opened the door, she said, "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Opening the closet."

"When I give you an order, then answer by saying Yes Ma'am, you got it?"

"Yes Ma'am," the kid said.

She stood with her arms folded and grinning at her protégé, enjoying her dominance head game.

"Okay go ahead and look," she said.

The closet had shelves in it and on each were cartons and packs of cigarettes, with different makes and brands.

"Wow!" the kid said, "that's a lot of cigarettes."

Claire giggled and said, "No shit!"

"Oh wow, there must be fifty cartons in there," the kid said.

"You know who buys those; the smoke boys, it's the least they could do in appreciation of their mistress," Claire bragged.

"Really?"

"Uh huh baby, you'll be making regular buys."

She pushed her silky black hair out of her eyes and stared at her protégé for two seconds, then she said, "Pick out something I can smoke you with."

"Really?" he said.

"Yes."

"I like the long ones, the longer, the better," he said.

Claire said, "Yeah, the smoke fetish seems to go with long and thin, like Malibu, Misty Lights and VS."

"VS?" he said.

"Virginia Slims, I thought you liked smoke?" she said a little exasperated.

"Oh I do like smoke," the kid said, "I just don't know that much about it."

"120's are the longest," she said, "they used to make a 164 but they don't make it anymore."

"164, wow, I would have liked to see one of those," he said.

"Oh yeah! Those sonavabitches were long, I looked like a model holding one," Claire said.

"You look like model now," the kid replied.

"Thanks baby."

Claire ground her thighs together excited even more by his compliment.

Claire reached into the closet and pulled out a carton of Virginia Slims 120 Menthol, "Here open it."

The kid took it with his hands trembling somewhat.

"Hurry the fuck up," she said.

The kid got the pack out quickly and handed it to her.

"Open it!" she commanded.

"Yes Ma'am."

The kid tore the cellophane off and got one of the long thin looking cigarettes out.

She was standing next to him with her hands on her hips.

"Hand it to me," she said.

"Yes Ma'am," the kid replied.

Claire took the long pretty looking cigarette in her right hand and held it down at her side, she said, "Okay here's the drill, I've decided to give you a little smoke test, it's to break in a new smoke slave, and see how well they follow orders, so, go get my lighter and pick up an ash tray."

"Yes Ma'am," the kid said enthusiastically.

"I don't know where your lighter is," the kid said excitedly.

"The lighter's in my purse, which is over on the couch, and there's an ash tray in front of it."

The kid quickly got the ashtray and lighter and brought them back.

"You hang onto them," she said.

"Go over and sit on the couch," she said.

"Yes Ma'am."

The kid went over and sat down. He had the girl's lighter in one hand and the ashtray in the other.

She came and stood over him, she stood over him briefly, alternately staring and then smirking. Then she took her cigarette out, held it on front of his face for awhile and put it in her mouth. She leaned down until the cigarette was about four inches away from his face.

"Go sit at the other end of the couch," she said.

"Yes Ma'am."

He went and sat down at the other end of the couch.

She looked at him and said, "Get back here and sit down in front of me."

"But you just told me to move."

"Shut the fuck up and get back here," she laughed at him.

"Yes Ma'am."

He got up, sat back down.

She stood over him and said, "Light up time."

The kid was staring at the long thin pretty looking cigarette that she had in her hand and was waving around. Then she put it in her mouth and leaned down over the kid until she was right in front of his face.

"Okay, light it, now!" she said.

"Yes Ma'am," he said with intense satisfaction.

The butane lighter lit on the second try and he held it up to the protruding cigarette and watched the flame touch it.

Then came the exhale and the thick smoke puff hit him in the face.

Wow! He thought. He was just as eager to be hit by that first puff of smoke as she had said he would be. It was thick, but not unpleasant.

The ball of smoke hovered around him, he watched it as it hung in the air.

Then the kid looked up at her anxiously anticipating the next puff, and then he was hit by another blast of smoke.

"Look here," she said.

She held the burning lit cigarette out in front of the kid's face, then standing right in front of him, took another good puff and blasted him in the face with a white ball of smoke.

Whew! he thought when the smoke took away his breath when it first hit him.

The kid looked up at his mistress, he loved the satisfied smirk she got on her face.

"Get the ashtray," she commanded.

"Yes Ma'am."

She moved even closer to him for the fifth puff and again the ball of opaque smoke took his breath away briefly. Then without pausing, the burning cigarette went back to her lips and another thick puff of smoke hit in right in the face, and again it took his breath away.

"How about that?" she said.

"Awesome," he replied.

"This is really just the beginning," she said, "I wanted you to get a good taste of what being smoked is like."

Claire looked down at her young protégé, he had a dreamy half hypnotic look on his face, very pleased with her power, she smiled a satisfied grin and eagerly put the burning cigarette back to her mouth, did a snap inhale and blew smoke at the kid's nose.

She then waited a bit and blew three other quick smoke balls at the kid.

The cigarette was pretty well burned down now. She said, "Look here!"

The kid looked up at his mistress, as soon as she caught his look, the burning smoke went back to her lips, then another deep puff followed by another white blast of smoke.

"Look at me!" she commanded.

And then without pausing she blew another ball of smoke at the kid's face.

"Ash tray!" she ordered as it hit him.

As he held it up she snubbed the cigarette out and blew the last puff flush at him.

"Now that's what I wanted to do to you when I met you at your Mom's party," she said, threw her head back and looked down at him, "I wanted another conquest, and now I'm getting it aren't I?"

"Yes Ma'am," he said, somewhat dazed by the experience, it seemed like his cock had gotten harder everytime he had been hit by another ball of smoke. He could hardly move but his erection was as hard as a rock.

"Uh huh!" she said laughing.

She nodded her head up and down smiling, she said, "You think you liked this, wait until you've been smoked up forty or fifty times, this was just a taste!"

The kid shook his head, amazed by the seductive power of the smoke.

Then she pointed down at the butt in the ash tray, "And that was just one fucking cigarette, what do you think five or six will be like?"

"Wow!" he exlaimed, shaking his head.

The smoke still hung in the air around the kid where she had blown it at him.

"You will do a light up whenever you're told to do one," she said and began laughing.

"Yes Ma'am," he said shaking his head again.

"Uh huh!" Claire said and laughed some more.

She looked at the nice big bulge that we sticking out of his groin, and nodded again.

The kid was completely excited, he was almost at the point of orgasm after her blowing one puff after another of smoke in his face. And her attitude! It was incredible!

Claire reached out and touched his cheek, she said, "Okay sweetie now you're in my smoke harem."

Then she stood in front of him, "That was just a taste, I'm ready to give you the rest of it, lets go to the smoke room."

The kid was a little dazed by the smoke and his orgasmic feeling, so he sat there not doing anything.

She stood in front of him with her hands on her middle, when he didn't say anything she said,"Now!"

"Yes Ma'am," he said standing up.

"Come on!" she commanded.

He followed her back through the hallway of the house back to a closed door.

She got to a door and stood next to it, "Open it," she said.

"Yes Ma'am," he said.

The kid opened the door and walked in. It was a different room than the one he had been in before. She reached out and pinched his ass as he walked in.

She stood in front of him and caressed the hard on sticking out of his pants. While he was thinking about that, she bent down and got on her knees and ran her tongue over his zipper.

The kid was extremely excited, from fear and desire, mostly desire, his heart pounded in his chest and his cock was as hard as it could get. Still he looked about the room, there were two windows that looked like they could be broken, he was happy to see. They had lace curtains that were open in front of them, even though it was dark now. The room had antique furniture in it and a big bed with an old metal headboard.