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By Anonymous Author

What is it about the Christmas and New Year time that makes us want to be with the ones we love? I have to admit to getting a bit down around that time, just wanting to be with someone who is so special to me and knowing I was going to have to wait.
Partly due to feeling down I decided to treat myself to a pair of black thigh-length PVC boots, and once I'd got them home decided to try them on, just to make sure they fitted properly. I managed to massage them onto my legs and was impressed with how they looked, even though I wasn't convinced I'd be able to walk in them as bending my knees seemed to be a problem. I then realized I had a serious problem... how on earth was I going to get them off again?!
The only thing I could think of was shutting my ankle in the doorway and pulling, but I didn't want to spoil them. So my only other alternative was to swallow my pride and call to my eldest son who was downstairs; he'd already seen a picture of the boots and innocently enquired as to why anyone would want to wear anything like that!
'Mum' he said as he came into my bedroom, 'what on earth are you wearing those for?' 'I just wanted to see what they'd look like' was the best reply I could come up with. But I needed his help to try and remove the darned things so with us both giggling he heaved and heaved, each time the first boot seemed to move a fraction of an inch... until finally it came off, hurling him against the wall and banging his elbow! We were a little more careful with the other one and finally I was released.
Once Christmas was over there was nothing much to occupy me and things seemed a little gloomy, until my brother invited me along to a fancy dress New Year party he was going to. The theme was 'professions' so as far as I could see there was only one that I could go dressed as; the oldest profession!
It was fun anticipating being able to wear the boots for the first time in front of other adults. Working out what I was going to wear was relatively easy, I mean, it was a case of going as far as I could and still feel confident. The party was great fun, but I couldn't help wishing Alan could have been there. The number of people who went along in fetish-type gear was enough to make you wonder if they played around in private.
My brother took some pictures that I posted to Alan for him to scan; I wanted to put one on my web pages. He seemed suitably impressed with the boots! I'm not sure if the boots helped but finally we were able to organize another weekend together, a slightly longer one than usual, meeting on a Thursday evening.
Before the weekend arrived I went shopping. I'd been thinking about what I wanted to do to Alan the next time we met but finding what I was looking for was more difficult than I'd anticipated. They don't seem to sell leashes in black leather anymore, at least not at the pet shops near my home. Finally I found something that seemed right, although the lady told me it was in fact dark green, not black; I decided to ignore her. My 3year-old niece seemed a little puzzled as to why I wanted a leash as I don't have a dog... I showed her the fish in the tanks!
I knew I'd be getting to the hotel before Alan especially as I wanted to miss the rush hour traffic jams. Instead of doing everything before I left I decided to leave earlier and finish getting ready at the other end. Once I'd had my hair done, had painted my nails and packed my bag that was it, I began the long but oh so exciting drive north.
I love those drives. It gives me lots of time to think about what we've done and said before, and to anticipate the pleasures to come, not the least of which is just seeing Alan again. I turn the radio up, sing along to the loud music and wear a permanent smile. It probably goes without saying that I chain smoke as I drive. Whenever I reach a junction or get caught in some traffic snarl-up or other I sneak a look at the drivers alongside me, just to see if they are watching.
Sure enough I arrived long before Alan. I called him on his mobile phone to make sure I had plenty of time to do what was required and he was still a couple of hours away. For once I didn't mind the wait.
I ran a deep, warm bath; not too hot, I didn't want my hair to collapse! I lay there, thinking and smoking for a while, with a cup of coffee and my ashtray beside me on the shelf. It was an incredibly sensual experience to gently bathe myself in the bubbly water, feeling my hands slide smoothly over my wet skin, as I awaited my lover. I could have lain there for hours but I still had things to do so I forced myself to get out and wrapped one of the huge soft towels around me.
With the towel still wrapped around me and a fresh cigarette between my fingers, I sat in front of the mirror looking at myself. I smiled as I began to apply my make-up, carefully and taking more time than usual, even though I knew that if I got the effect right it would soon be thoroughly messed up. Big smoldering eyes and glossy dark red lips that should do it.
I applied my perfume next, to my neck, wrists, the cleft of my breasts, backs of my knees and just a touch near my pussy. I love the combined smell of my perfume and smoke and I know Alan does too, and there was nowhere he'd kiss me that he wouldn't be able to savor the aroma.
With my hair let down after protecting it from the bath water, and my face perfectly made-up I began to dress. I slowly put my stockings on first, enjoying the silky feel of them against my smooth legs. Next was the black velvet bra, panties were unnecessary. I pulled on my new black miniskirt, only ever worn to the fancy dress party and slipped the see-through black lace blouse on.
I checked my reflection in the full-length mirror, and liked what I saw. It's not the way I usually dress, but it was definitely the look I was aiming for that night. There was one more thing to complete the effect. I got my boots out of my bag and slid them on. That was it, no turning back now, I'd need Alan's help to get them off again! I remember thinking to myself 'Oh god, Alan, don't break down.'
Alan called me just after I'd finished getting ready to let me know he'd be about another 15 minutes. That left me enough time to make sure I'd tidied all my bits and pieces away and to make myself another coffee, preparing an extra cup for his arrival. It also gave me enough time to wonder if I'd over estimated Alan, I didn't want him to think that just because I'd made an effort to look as sexy and inviting as possible that I'd expect him to 'perform' as soon as he arrived. He'd have had a 5 hour drive and to be honest I was more than prepared to wait as long as was necessary, it would just be good to see him again. With my stomach doing somersaults I waited for him to arrive.
There was a knock on the door and I rose to open it, hiding myself behind it, just in case it wasn't Alan. It was Alan, and he came through the door, turned to look at me and said 'oh fuck'! From the look on his face and the sudden appearance of a huge bulge in his jeans I knew I hadn't under-estimated him at all. He came over to me, wrapped his arms around my waist but resisted the urge to kiss my lipstick-covered mouth. 'I don't want to spoil it,' he said 'you look amazing.'
I tried hard to persuade him to have a coffee and take a break after his long drive but failed miserably, not that I minded in the slightest. He guided me gently towards the bed and looking at me with those huge appealing eyes, said 'Mandy, I need to fuck you, please let me fuck you.'
The answer was easy, 'On one condition Alan, you have to let me smoke.' Alan grinned from ear to ear as he fetched my cigarettes, lighter and ashtray from the dressing table. As I lay back on the pillows he took a cigarette from the pack and placed it between my lips, carefully avoiding smudging the lipstick. He sat beside me on the bed as he held the lighter up and, once my cigarette was lit, I took a long drag, inhaling deeply.
After holding the smoke in my lungs for a few moments I exhaled in Alan's face. He knew what I wanted, and didn't keep me waiting long. As Alan undressed I watched him, becoming even more catlike than I usually feel when I'm about to make love. I took lots of long drags on my cigarette, leaving it dangling from my lips as I eyed him hungrily. The room had already been smoky when Alan had arrived, and it was getting a lot worse, or should that be better?
Alan came back to the bed and lay down beside me, running his hands and eyes all over me. We talked for a little while, telling each other just how good it was to be together again. I knew I looked good, and I wanted to stay that way so I resisted the almost overwhelming urge to pull his mouth down to mine and kiss him hard.
His hand finally moved up under my skirt, parting my thighs, gently caressing me. He slipped a finger inside me, and smiled as he felt how wet I was, how eager to play. My hand moved gently on his hard cock, loving the feel of his maleness so close to me, but I wanted it even closer. I parted my legs even further, inviting him to enter me, guiding him home. My fingers dug into his shoulders as I inhaled long and deep on my cigarette, reveling in the feel of that first long firm thrust as I arched my hips towards his.
I moaned softly with pleasure as the pace of his thrusts increased and I lit another cigarette from the remains of the spent one. There was still no kissing, but we felt so close just gazing into each other's eyes. The heels of my boots dug into the bed when they weren't wrapped around his waist. I loved the feeling of him through my stockings, caressing his butt and legs with the silky nylon.
As I watched and felt Alan getting closer to orgasm I lit another cigarette, leaving it to dangle sexily from my mouth. I tightened every muscle deep inside me to urge him on, and rubbed and scratched his back and chest. 'Alan, I want you to cum, don't hold back, I want it now,' I said through my cigarette, blowing smoke into his face as I spoke. His thrusts grew harder and faster and I smiled up at him. As if I couldn't tell what was happening Alan moaned out 'Oh Mandy, it's gonna cum, oh fuck Mandy, I'm coming!'
As Alan collapsed on top of me, trying desperately to get his breath back, I held him close and we chuckled at his eagerness, and the effect my appearance had had on him. He'd been trying hard to hold back, not wanting things to happen too quickly, but I love the urgency of that first frantic fuck, and I always know it won't be long before we'll get another chance and maybe take a little longer. Sure enough it wasn't long before we started all over again!
The following morning was the usual story. Alan woke first and as I felt him moving beside me I lit up, not bothering to ask if he minded...he never does! After several smoky fucks we finally decided to make a move and go out for breakfast. I love it when we eat out; it gives me a chance to tease Alan in public, knowing that very few people realize what I am doing. I always make sure I finish eating before Alan, and he eyes me knowingly as I light up. There aren't many people who love having smoke blown at them over a meal so I'm very lucky to have found one that does! I sat opposite him practicing my French inhales, only recently mastered, listening to his soft moans and watching his occasional bashful look, as he got uncomfortable!
Once breakfast was done, we went and bought newspapers and some magazines to read. The magazines were raunchy and we lay on the bed later, discussing pro's and con's of various pictures, most of them smoking ones, laughing at some of the more unusual and less flattering ones.
I love looking at magazines like that with Alan, we share similar tastes, and to be honest I find they turn me on. They seem to have the same effect on Alan, because we always end up back in bed again and you'll never hear me complain about that<g>. Sometimes we'll smoky fuck with a magazine open on the pillow next to my head, talk about sensory overload, and I love it!
We got the first chance this weekend to do something I'd always looked forward to. I'd taken along a video machine, and Alan had brought along some videos.
Watching the first smoking video I'd ever seen, with Alan, was a revelation. I loved watching those girls' techniques, even as I had to bite my tongue a bit to stop myself giggling at the corny scripts in places. I learnt a lot from those videos, things I'd put into practice over the fullness of time.
As the videos played during the long winter afternoon I got more and more turned on, and I wasn't alone in that. I think Alan found it a bit of a novelty to watch the videos that he'd seen before with someone else for a change, and it wasn't long before he wanted to fuck, thankfully... the only problem was trying to keep watching over his shoulder! It didn't detract from the pleasure though, and it became something we still love doing together.
Later that evening I had something special planned for Alan. Wearing almost the same thing that I'd worn the night before (which had been well received) I tied Alan, naked to a chair and stuck one of the videos on the TV. There began a two-hour stretch of being incessantly tormented, teased and caressed that had him writhing and moaning with pleasure, and me loving every minute of it.
I began by sitting near him on the end of the bed and smoking, using every skill I'd learnt to turn him on, and his cock was rigid in no time at all. I doubledragged, French inhaled, let him see huge long exhales from mouth and nose, but without letting him have the smoke. He stretched as far forward as his bindings would allow, desperate for my smoke, begging for it. The more he begged however, the more determined I became to make him wait.
Someone had suggested I ensure that every part of Alan was stimulated (thanks Tom!) so I did my best o put this into practice. In turn I gave my attention to his thighs, his chest, his sensitive nipples, cock and balls. Oh god he was eager, and it took all the selfrestraint I possessed not to untie him so that we could fuck right then!
I managed to hold back for over two hours, finally getting to see all the parts of the videos I'd missed during the afternoon session, before releasing him from the chair. Once some life had come back into his arms (it's surprising how much just keeping your limbs still, even if not tightly tied, can affect circulation) and as we moved across the smoky room to the bed, the slave asked if I could be even harder on him next time! From this far on, a year down the line, I don't hear that so much these days, which is a good thing.
After making love several more times before finally settling down in that oh, so comfortable position, with me curled against his back, an arm resting on his thigh we drifted off to sleep. A full eight hours later I woke first, and just about resisted the urge to squeal with glee at this. I carefully and quietly reached across to the bedside table for my cigarettes and lighter. One day maybe someone will invent a cigarette lighter that's silent, but in the meantime I held my breath as I lit up, hoping it wouldn't wake him.
I took a huge long drag on my cigarette and moved closer to Alan, sleeping peacefully lying on his back, and exhaled slowly over his face. It would seem that even asleep he's still tuned into smoking, as he moaned softly and moved his face against the smoke. I took another long drag of my first cigarette of the day and again let my smoke pass over his mouth and nose. He rolled over and pulled me closer as I took another drag and let him have my smoke in a long deep kiss. He returned my smoke, which made it taste even better, sweeter than when it's only been in my mouth.
'Fuck me, Alan, please' I asked. He obliged me with a smile, moving over me and entering me so gently, though I was already wet and ready for him. I entwined my legs with his as I got a fresh cigarette from my packet and left it dangling from my lips. My hands were free to caress his back and chest, run through his hair and down his neck. I inhaled deeply and often, gently blowing my smoke up at Alan's eager face. I closed my eyes for a little while, just savoring the feel of him moving inside me, feeling the weight of him, listening to his softly murmured words.
I don't know what was different that morning, which hadn't happened during our previous times making love, but something definitely was. I felt the strangest sensations building up within me. At first I didn't want to say anything in case I was wrong, then I knew I was right, and even though I knew Alan was close to orgasm I asked him breathlessly not to stop.
I started to have a 'fucking cum,' for only the second time in my entire life, though fortunately it wasn't the last. I panted and moaned, my fingers digging into his strong shoulders, as I felt waves of sheer pleasure wash over me, before we both collapsed and I held Alan tightly against me in almost stunned silence. Well, there was silence as I got my breath back, before I told him excitedly what I'd felt, and how good it had been.
After going out for breakfast the rest of the day passed far too quickly as we lay and talked in bed, occasionally looking at magazines and videos and fucking.
Unfortunately by the evening I'd already started to feel the impending departure and got into a pretty bad mood. Well, I say 'unfortunately' but as it turned out it had its benefits. Alan felt like playing again one more time before we had to pack and leave in the morning. I decided I'd do my best to give him what he wanted, along with some memories to take away with him the following day.
I dressed and made-up and then put handcuffs on Alan. He looked quite vulnerable like that, but I thought there was something extra I could do. I got a long, black silk scarf and wrapped it twice around his head, blindfolding him very effectively. It's surprising the effect that cutting off one of our basic senses has on enhancing those that are left. I moved around him quietly and he had no idea where I was, as he stood naked in the middle of that room. I moved closer to him, not saying a word and kissed his mouth, exhaling smokily, as he jumped in surprise.
As Alan continued to stand there I began to talk to him, telling him what a useless slave he'd been. He couldn't leave my cigarettes alone, and he knows that cigarettes are reserved for Mistresses, and slaves only get to smoke when their Mistress decides they've earned it. I placed a leather collar around the slave's neck and got the leash out of my bag. After putting his balls and cock through the loop in the end I fastened it to the collar. Mmm, nice, it fitted perfectly.
I grasped the leash and continued to berate the pathetic slave, complaining that my boots hadn't been cleaned properly. 'On your knees,' I demanded. 'Now start licking, until I tell you to stop' I said, as I sat down raising a boot to his mouth. His tongue licked every inch of that boot, his mouth sucked on the heel and the toe, before I gave him the other one to clean. I moved my foot around making it awkward for him to find it blindfolded, but he kept trying, until his legs began to tremble at having knelt on the floor for so long.
That was all the excuse I needed! 'Get up, slave, NOW!' I commanded. Easier said than done, as it turned out. With some assistance the slave got to his feet only to have me push him over the back of a chair, with his chest supported on the back. 'You've no stamina slave, you need training' I told him, as I slapped my riding crop against my boot. 'You're going to learn to do as you're told, without a word of complaint, or a sign of weakness, because that's what I want.' I bore in mind the slave's comments from the night before, along with my frustration at our impending separation as I used the whip on his ass, six strokes on each cheek as he winced and squirmed. He would be taking more than memories away with him; he'd take the marks too.
After dealing with the slave's punishment for the time being I felt he could do with being tested again. As I'd stood whipping him my cigarette ash had fallen to the floor so I pushed him to his knees and ordered him to lick it up. This isn't as easy as it might sound when you recall he's still wearing a blindfold. I held him by the hair as I guided him to the fallen ash. Each time the slave got a mouthful of that exotic tasting stuff he gratefully uttered the words 'thank you, Mistress.' The slave passed that test, so it was onto another one. I released the handcuffs only to refasten them in front of him, and push him on to all fours quickly enough to avoid him having the chance to play with his rock hard cock!
I got another of my 'toys' from my weekend bag; my little white vibrator. As I turned it on and listened to the gentle buzz I saw my slave move his hips in anticipation. 'Oh yes slave, you like getting fucked like this, don't you' I taunted him. 'Oh no, Mistress' he said, 'but I'll do anything you want me to, but please, be gentle,' what a cheek! As I pushed the lightly greased vibrator into his tight hole he groaned softly, but soon started moving in time with my thrusts. I made sure I pushed down a little each time I moved forwards, stimulating his sensitive G spot until the cum started to drip from his cock and he begged me to stop.
I wasn't quite finished with him yet, though. I watched as he stumbled to his feet, still cuffed in front and blindfolded. After letting him get his bearings a little I told him what I expected of him next. 'You're going to smoke for me, slave' I smiled, not that he could see 'you're going to smoke and play with yourself until you cum.' 'Yes Mistress, I'll try' he said as bravely as he could. I lit three cigarettes, it was a shame he couldn't see, and told him to open his mouth so I could put two of them between his lips.
'Come on slave' I jeered my novice smoker, 'you're going to have to work fast, or I'll make you smoke another double! I want to see lots of long deep drags, and no cheating, you're not to take breaths of fresh air in between.' His hand moved quickly, as he struggled to keep smoking, knowing I was watching his every move, feeling the end of my riding crop against his thighs and balls. It wasn't long before he came, gasping and thrusting into space, sending his cum all over the carpet and he greedily sucked in air as I removed the finished cigarettes from his mouth. Of course with all the smoking we'd been doing between us during the evening the air was far from fresh.
I released him from his cuffs and took the blindfold off, smiling as he tried to open his eyes in the comparatively bright light. I opened the window for him as he stumbled to the sofa and thrust his head and shoulders outside. You'd almost think he didn't like smokers!
We slept well again that night, and woke early to fuck three times before packing everything away and signing out of the hotel. Strangely enough, although I'd not looked forward to parting it was easier than usual, probably because we'd had a little longer together.

Well, this story was started almost a year ago and things have changed quite a lot in that time. We're still very much together, meeting up around once a month. Our relationship has moved on, along with our 'play,' and it has developed into something very special. It's actually quite hard to write about the things we do now, partly because of changed circumstances and free time being limited, but also because it's even more personal now.
I'll try to write something up, one day, but I think it might be fictionalized somewhat.
Our weekends tend to take place at home these days, which is great because it gives us some freedoms not available in hotels (such as coffee 'on tap' and meals when we want them). The only drawback is that we get to do the washing up, and it's my carpets that get messed up!
Living 500 miles apart is extremely difficult sometimes, especially around times like the Christmas holidays, but it does make for wonderful reunions!