I have had the highest of all honors bestowed on me, having a well know fetish model extinguish a cigarette out on the palm of my hand.
I had read in Leg Show that she was dancing at a local club, I went to see her. She was unbelievable, a Betty Page type. She was dressed in the tightest corset I had ever seen. On her lovely feet, she wears nothing but 5-inch heels, which drives me crazy. I was in heaven. I talked to her and told her I wanted her to dance for me and I wanted to spend a lot of money. After her rounds we sat privately, and I mentioned people she knew in the fetish world, which convinced her I was in the scene. I told her I had a smoking fetish and she told me she didn’t smoke… that much, but she would do it for me tonight. She danced for me. Dancing I will never forget. She was rough with me, slapped my face. Pinched my nipples, and even ripped a couple buttons off my shirt. She lit a Benson & Hedges and blew smoke in my face then slapped my face with her gloved hand fully opened and back handed, several times. My erection was enormous which she was rubbing properly with her erotic dancing. Suddenly, she captured two of my fingers and played with them as if it were my cock, placing the glowing tip of the cigarette on the tips. I moaned and whispered for her to extinguish it in the palm of my hand. She looked at my face to see if I was serious or not. I of course, was delirious at the time and told her to do it. She took a final drag and gradually allowed the smoke to waft out of her perfect lips. A smile formed and she turned my free hand around, face up, and began the slowest burn of my life as she extinguished the cigarette on my flesh. I have had this done to me before, but always quickly. It hurt like hell. I loved it. I still have a very faint mark.

Followups

:-) Re:The Burning Truth --- Shawn ( Nov 25, 18:58, 1999 ) wowsa! (n/t) --- james2 ( Nov 24, 20:50, 1999 )