Gloves, Lipstick, Perfume, Cigarettes, Heels N Other BAIT!

By Pusseexxxx.

Dear reader, please find out, this is only fantasy…. Chuckle. It will contain graphic references to: smoking, forced smoking, Bondage, discipline, crossdressing and similar. If this offends you or is likely to please read no further. I may.. smile.. or may not have already done some or all of these things. Guess!

Part I

Mistress Black felt like trawling…for men. She needed to feel sexual, hot, wanton, aloof, and unobtainable; packaged, so to speak, to the max for her intended purpose. No satin or leather minis for her “this time.” She had on a deep crimson corset which made her pert breasts thrust upwards and forward with a sensuous provocativeness that pleased her; complete with 8 garters, attached to slinky, shiny, nearly black seamed stockings, with deliciously reinforced toes and heels. Just wearing these stockings of elegance made her pant with anticipation. On her size 5 1/2 feet were a pair of flat black, open toed, sling back, 6-inch, impossibly narrow stiletto shoes. From the base of the heel the stilettos narrowed almost immediately to a quarter inch, then tapered to less than an 1/8th inch at the point where they contacted the slate floor; the stilettos gleamed dangerously…metalically. All of her toes gleamed a deep subdued crimson through the stockings. The toe next to the big toe on each foot had a single small diamente set slightly off center into the nail polish. They sparkled in the changing light as she walked. Her tight dark gray satin pencil skirt hugged her body from waist to mid calf. It had four vertical seams symmetrically set on each hip and at the front and back. The front seam elegantly concealed a full-length zipper, she smiled confidently as she wondered of the surprise in store for her victim…maybe VICTIMS. The skirt was so tight it severely limited the length of steps she could take. “Well! I have no intention of running them down!” she wondered wickedly. The tightness of the material on her derriere was deliciously constraining. The material clung to her body, molded that tightly to her curves, her buttocks appeared to be on the verge of breaking through the darkly glistening material. She rubbed the material on her buttocks sensuously and sighed deeply…smiled darkly. Her suspenders showed quite clearly through the deeply gleaming material, she had no panties on so there was no panty line. This caused her to smile briefly again.

As well as her corset she wore a tight, shaped to her body, jacket (very much like a bolero jacket) in the same material as the skirt, sensuous satin. The jacket had sharply creased wide lapels. The outfit complimented the vibrant crimson of her corset.

Her ears were tastefully decorated in minute diamentes that appeared to be directly attached to the skin, all round the outer edge of her ear, culminating in a single medium sized ruby in each earlobe.

Around her throat was an inch wide black satin choker, a single line of the tiniest of diamentes ran round her throat in the center of the choker completed with a single ruby in front.

Her makeup was heavy but subtle, no garish colors, a medium dark overall foundation, pinkish-purple cheekbone highlights, her eyes were completely circled with a steady black line of mascara which accentuated and made her eyes appear slightly catlike. Her eyebrows were a thin black line slightly curved upwards at the outer corners of her eyes, the eye shadow a deep reddish brown. Her lips were very precisely outlined in deep crimson, filled wetly with sparkling lipstick of a slightly lighter color.

Her hair was pulled back semi severely off her face. On her head she had a dark gray hat with a full 4-inch brim, also made of satin. Around the full brim of the hat was a chiffon veil also in dark gray. It fell to her shoulders and made her features mysterious and slightly blurred, it flowed erotically with her slightest movement. In the front the veil had a kind of elongated “U” in it exposing her lips only. The “U” shape looked erotic and puzzling. What was its purpose? A viewer might imagine that Mistress Black could drink or eat carefully without removing the veil. Whilst this was true the shape in the veil had far more sinister uses than either of those.

Mistress Black picked up her soft black leather gauntlets and slowly and firmly pulled on first the right then the left one. There were hidden slits in the fingers of the gloves right at the tips, her inch long nails sprouted boldly and erotically deep crimson gleaming from the slits, heightening the erotic appeal of her small hands. She slid her favorite rings over index fingers and the adjacent fingers also, “Just enough to be tasteful” she wondered.

She dabbed a little of tonight’s perfume “Captivate!” on the skin of her inner wrists then straightened and tightened the gloves, languorously stretching her fingers, reveling in the tight feel of the satin lining. Raising her right hand to her nose, delicately smelling the warming leather smell combined with the heady smell of her perfume and slight underlying smell of her numerous makeup. She dabbed a little more perfume behind her earlobes, on her neck, a dab on the shoulders, bending awkwardly and raising one foot at a time to dab perfume on her ankles.

“I am glad I perfumed my thighs before dressing.” She wondered, “I’d have trouble doing it now.”

“Now for my implements.” She wondered, opening her medium sized satin evening purse, with the shoulder length spaghetti straps, checking the contents.

Gloves. Her wee, wrist length, PVC ones with the zip on top of her hand; the see through ones with the satin finishing band, two pairs of those, wrist length and shoulder length. A long pair of leather opera gloves, two satin pairs, one black the other gray.

Cigarette holders from very short to her 18-inches.

A flat black onyx case 10 X 10 X 1 inch. She pulled it out and opened it. Inside were three separate hinged layers that folded open. Each layer was packed with an assortment of cigarettes, VS120s, Saratogas, Mores, Eve’s, Sobraines, and quite a collection of custom made cigarettes and long thin cigars. Colors ranging from pure white, some appeared to be sheathed in satin, pink, lavender, red, yellow, black and Green. “Ah yes, the Green ones. Ironic that green is accepted as a “Safe” color. NOT these ones.” she wondered slightly maliciously.

Perfume, lipstick, lighters.

“Ready.” She smiled.

Part II

Maria was Mistress Black’s understudy; a busty, inventive, kinky, 20-year-old budding Mistress. Blonde short hair in a nearly pageboy cut, thick sensuous kissable lips, much heavier in create than Mistress Black but not fat, more voluptuous really with a wicked sense of humor. She was dressed in a satin dark green company suit, sharp and figure hugging skirt to just above the knees; makeup demure; lipstick shiny and red; small emerald clipon earrings; 3 1/2 inch black shiney pumps; short leather gloves; diamente bracelet. A tiny dark green wisp of a hat molded in a 3 point star shape to her skull, complete with a heavy fishing net style veil that came from the hat to her throat fairly tightly. There it was joined invisibly to a 2 inch wide plain red satin choker, the pattern on the veil of holes was approximately half an inch wide, plenty of scope to suck a straw…or insert a cigarette!

Oh yes Maria was a smoker, she was also Mistresse’s chauffeur tonight, as she was on most of Mistresses predatory excursions. Mistress Black sat relaxed and luxuriously in the gigantic back seat of her immaculate black ‘n chrome 34 Chev. Maria was driving and glancing in the mirror as she spoke to Mistress. She had a long white, lit VS120 dangling through the veil, stuck at a downward angle between her lipsticked glistening red lips, puffs of smoke escapinging as she spoke.

“Where do you wish to hunt tonight Mistress?” inquired Maria.

Mistress Black drew luxuriously and heavily on her freshly lit 10″ long thin brown cigar, exhaled slowly in a very satisfied way, eyes sparkling beneath the veil, lips clearly visible through the elongated “U” in the veil, long wandering thick wisps of creamy, heavy smoke escaping from her moist lips.

“Liks” she said decisively.

“The Strip club,” chuckled Maria, “mmmmmmmm!”

“Yes!” murmured Mistress. “There should be a number of opportunities there.”

Their eyes made contact in the rear view mirror and they both laughed softly and ominously.

Mistress Black, lit VS120 casually in hand, smoke streaming from her mouth, Maria close behind, stalked arrogantly and confidently past the gibbering doorman at “Liks” disdainfully ignoring his pleas for an entry fee.

“Is the fucker blind, deranged or what?” thought Mistress, quite unladylike. “They should be paying me to come here!” This made her smile, the doorman made a helpless gesture as he gave up, his eyes wistfully following the awesome classy ladies as they disappeared through the swing doors of the club.

Mistress flipped her half smoked cigarette casually over her shoulder as she disappeared through the door, narrowly missing the doorman, who quickstepped out of the way, eyes following the still smoking, heavily lipsticked cigarette as it arced to the floor, trailing smoke in a thin arc.

He bent quickly to pick the smoldering cigarette up before it could burn the carpet. Still half bent over he furtively placed the lipsticked moist butt in his mouth and took a long drag as he straightened up only to freeze as he saw they were both looking at him through the partially opened door. They laughed and let the door swing closed again.

He reddened swiftly, really felt a fool after their knowing derisive looks, the echo of their laughter ringing in his ears.

Mistress clicked regally and self confidently into the club. Mistress Black never missed a step as she confidently strode into the dimly lit, slightly on the upper class side, “strip club.” A stage show was in progress, young woman pinpointed in the lights as she gyrated sensuously half naked to a stello yellow number. The club was quite large, Mistress made unerringly for an attractive platinum blonde’s table. The blonde was alone which in this joint was unusual she thought. “Well I know she’s a “cock in a frock”” “Probably came in to warm up from her beat just across the road in Vivian St.” she thought. Vivian St. was a well-known hangout for streetwalkers.

The Blonde was rather tartly dressed in a shocking pink lycra mini and satin blouse, nicely, if heavily made up, attractive, convincing and smoking quite provocatively a long black cigarette or cigar. She had very shiny dark stockings on complete with a pair of matching pink court shoes, her satin blouse a demure cream. The platinum wig was styled in a shoulder length pageboy cut, her lips frosted pouting pink matching her mini.

She looked up as Mistress and Maria approached two seats were quickly provided by male onlookers. Mistress smiled her gratitude at them and Maria patted their butts and grinned quite provocatively. Mistress sat carefully as if the seat was cushioned with tacks, of course this was not the case, her skirt was that tight that she had no option but to ease onto the seat.

Her eyes never left the trannie as she seated herself and drew the black onyx case from her black satin evening bag. Opening it slowly she noticed the trannies eyes widen slightly in surprise at the array of smoking material contained therein, laid out in neat multicolored rows, looking slightly ominous in the current context.

She extracted a VS120, displaying her leather clad fingers, nails protruding and gleaming dully in the dim light, leaned toward the trannie until their eyes were approximately 6 inches apart, “My name is Mistress Black, I very much like people like you! Light me and tell me your name,” she said. Stretching her fingers straight out, she clasped the long white cigarette between them about halfway down, moving the cigarette upwards towards her lips which were slowly parting, placing the butt first into the sticky gleaming lipstick on her lower lip then closing the top lip softly onto the butt and moving her lips to seat the butt into the thick creamy lipstick.

Mistress noticed that the trannie had beautiful, wet, sparkling brown eyes, carefully made-up to emphasize them. She seemed flustered, clumsily stubbed out the remains of her cigarette and fumbled to locate her lighter lying on the small round table, their eyes never leaving each others, Maria observing with a confident knowing look on her face.

“S…Saph… er…SAPPHIRE!” she flustered. “MY name is Sapphire, Mistress Black.” A soft near feminine voice, not quite but nearly. Sapphire’s shaking hand containing her cigarette lighter moved toward Mistress’s cigarette end, flicked into a long flame and touched the tip.

Mistress drew slowly and steadily on the cigarette, puffs of smoke escaping through her lips around it as she spoke, “Its well alight now thank you Sapphire.”

Sapphire started and looking even more flustered let the lighter go out, her hand still holding it close to Mistress’s cigarette. Mistress held the open onyx case toward Sapphire and said softly “Have one! I like your name…Sapphire!”

Sapphire started again, lowered the lighter, looked at the array of cigarettes and thin cigars, reached forward and made to select a cigarette, “NOT…the green ones!”

Sapphire instead selected a VS120, put it to her frosted pouty lips, Maria’s hand, complete with lighter was there to do the honors, as her other hand was used to block a young male’s attempt at offering a light. Maria’s scathing look had the young fellow snatch his hand back as he stumbled backwards.

Sapphire looked gratefully at Maria and drew strongly on the slightly dangling cigarette as her right hand steadied Maria’s lighter hand. Sapphire’s nails were long, shocking pink. As Maria started to withdraw the lighter, Sapphire grasped the cigarette between two long fingers and dreamily inhaled briefly.

“Gorgeous Nails,” from Mistress. They drew together, eyes locked, long, long drag.

It was as if choreographed as they slightly parted their lips in unison and allowed thick, creamy, heavily milky smoke to dribble over their lips and up past their faces, wandering at will, thickly over and accentuating their exotic features.

Part III

Three quarters of an hour later a stranger would have thought the three females were lifelong friends. Each had consumed two glasses of “rose”, smoking, chatting, laughing with the odd throaty chuckle. Mistress Black reached for her cigarette case, glancing meaningfully at Maria, smiling seductively toward Sapphire. She chose a 120 long satiny green cigarette from the case, her smile turning slightly, ever so slightly “wicked.” She held the cigarette halfway along its length, bought it to her freshly glossed lips, imbedded the gold butt in the thick creamy lipstick lining her lips, slid the butt sensuously in and out over her slick lips. She leaned toward Sapphire, “Light me bitch!” she demanded. Sapphire didn’t take her eyes off Mistress Black as she fumbled blindly on the table for her lighter, located it, moved it toward the tip of Mistresses cigarette, flicked it into flame. Mistress Black dragged the cigarette into glowing life, puffed smoke directly into the face of Sapphire, whilst the cigarette was still held firmly by her lips. Slowly she extracted the cigarette from between her lips, puffing smoke into Sapphire’s face, crooked the finger of her other gloved hand, indicating to come closer to Sapphire whilst smokily murmuring; “Smoky Kiss, Sapphire!”

Mistress Black carried out a long cheek hollowing drag. Both she and Sapphire leaned into each other. Sapphire’s lips parted, she appeared to be panting. Small wisps of smoke escaped Mistress Black’s lips as they joined lips for the kiss. It went on for longer than necessary to transfer the thick creamy warm smoke from Mistress’s mouth into Sapphire’s. Sapphire’s cheeks hollowed as she sucked Mistress’s smoke deep into her lungs, permeating her body.

“Again, SAPPHIRE!” from Mistress.

They repeated the process, Sapphire appearing to slump and relax a little, lips clinging to each other, stretching out a little as they parted, as if reluctant to part. Sapphire exhaled slowly, lazily through her nose the smoke incredibly thick, showing that indeed the transfer from one body to the other had been successful.

“Again!” from Mistress.

As Mistress Black pulled away from Sapphire this third time she confidently and languidly leaned back in her seat. Sapphire appeared to be holding the smoke in her lungs as long as possible. Sapphire’s eyes had taken on a distinctly glazed look and any movement she made appeared to be in slow motion. Eventually, Sapphire, needing oxygen, parted her lips and allowed the smoke to start slowly escaping.

“That’s right Sapphire darling. Hold it in for as long as you can.

“Feeling good are you? Let me tell you about my GREEN cigarettes darling lady. They contain a relatively unknown drug from the Amazonian jungle. It has very interesting properties. Inhaled it has no effect, but once in my lungs it undergoes a chemical change. When I breathe out it is then very psychoactive, it causes you to be aware of all that’s going on around you, but very susceptible to suggestion, somewhat similar to hypnotic suggestion.

“You my darling are now completely under my command. You are going, very shortly, to assist me in obtaining a NON smoking male VICTIM. You will take one of my green cigarettes and together we will subdue him, take him to my studio and…?” Mistress left the statement hanging.

“Maria, have you selected a target?” from Mistress.

Maria smiled “I think I have a likely one. In the time we have been here he has not had a cigarette. I asked him for a light. Said he didn’t smoke.”

“Well done, Maria! And he will be!” chuckled Mistress. “Where is he?”

Maria pointed through the gloom toward a small alcove at the side of the stage. They all observed a man anywhere from mid thirties to early forties; it was hard to judge in the gloomy atmosphere inside the club. Long dark hair, tied back in a pony tail, dark shirt, little chest hair showing, blue jeans it looked like, fairly standard for the club scene. Not over the top good looking, neither ugly.

Mistress Black’s eyes glinted took on a predatory look. “Oh yes! Well done. He’ll be fine.

“Now Sapphire, Maria knows her role in this as wee have done it many times before. We will all approach him…did you get a name Maria?”

“Yes Mistress. Mac.” Maria gave a throaty chuckle.

“OK, Sapphire I’m giving you one of my green “specialty cigarettes.” Light it now, when we get to him, I will do the speaking. As Maria and I trap him in the alcove you are to drag deeply and forcefully kiss him, insuring that you get some of your smoke into his lungs. It doesn’t take much, then I will instruct him to accept your second kiss. That’s how quickly it works. We have him by this time of course. I’ll take it from there!

“Sapphire my love, do be careful where you exhale, it wouldn’t do to end up with a club full of zombies…” throaty chuckle “now would it!?”

Sapphire lit the long green cigarette as instructed, dragging deeply to ensure it was well aglow. Maria was already on her way toward the Mac man. “Let’s do him!” said Mistress Black standing, Sapphire standing also, as they both moved after Maria toward the man. Sapphire sends a stream of smoke toward the ceiling.

Sapphire and Mistress Black approached the man Mac from the front, Maria already had her arm around his neck and was caressing his buttocks in a provocative manner, sidling more or less so she was behind him. Mistress Black approached him closely with Sapphire close behind and slightly to one side. Mistress had a long satiny black cigarette in her hand, which she lit as she approached him.