Dear Simon:I would agree with Victor, that the essence of this fetish is not to become a smoker. You must always feel that you are being forced to smoke, or be an ashtray. What I enjoy as much as being forced to smoke, is being an ashtray. Being in my hood, kneeling between my Mistress' legs as she slowly smokes a cigarette while describing her adventures to me, blowing smoke in my face, and every few moments having to open my mouth and allow her to flick her ash onto my tongue, is delightful. The taste of the ash is overpowering - bitter, yet in some ways very satisfying. And then, of course, the moment when she stubs it out on my tongue or elsewhere. The most she has ever stubbed out on my tongue is twelve in one session - and what is incredible is how fast the tongue repairs itself - 24 or maximum 48 hours!
The other dimension of the ashtray fetish is being forced to clean up your Mistress' ashtray. My Mistress usually saves quote a lot of ash in her ashtray, and at the end of the session, I must lick it completely clean. The taste is overwhelmingly acrid, and I am usually tempted to quickly wash it down with wine or water, but now my Mistress won't let me do that for quite some time, so the taste stays in my mouth for a considerbale period. The most I have ever cleaned up is the ash from a complete pack of cigarettes. Neitehr my mistress or I have any interest in me eating the remains of the cigarette - I cannot imagine that being much fun.
Like Victor, I have been a lifelong opponent of smoking. My children have not been allowed to smoke, and we have actively discouraged people from smoking in our house. But this is different. Very different.
Peter
