{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"093fbabd-b712-4563-a477-00afa91a0dec","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-02-17T15:32:41.203Z","title":"\"Does a hot cigarette on your clit make you wet?\"","slug":"does-a-hot-cigarette-on-your-clit-make-you-wet","shortId":"pUC5DKcj","authorNote":"This is inspired by an internet meme from many years ago.","disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A young woman endures cigarette torture at the hands of a much older lesbian.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"279ec21b-e7ba-4c3e-98f7-2487757f467b","title":null,"summary":" “Does a hot cigarette on\nyour clit make you wet?”\n\n\n“Does the thought of a hot\ncigarette on yo","wordCount":2672,"readTime":13,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

“Does a hot cigarette on\nyour clit make you wet?”

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\n“Does the thought of a hot\ncigarette on your clit make you wet?”

\n That was the question which\nwas put to me; and the answer was that it did.

\n My name is Justine, like in\nthe Marquis de Sade book. I am a goth. Yes, there are still people\nwho put on white makeup and black eye shadow, and listen to bands\nlike Fields of the Nephilim and the Sisters of Mercy. I was eighteen\nyears old at the time that this story took place. \n

\n I should say, before we get\nany further into this perverted tale, that, at the time, I had long\nbeen interested in pain but not had the chance to really explore my\nmasochism. I think that it had all started when I had read the James\nBond book Thunderball.\nThere’s a scene in the book where a woman is tortured with a cigar,\nand ice, alternately. Ian Fleming doesn’t really go into details.\nBut I did in my minds eyes, imagining what it was like to be tortured\nwith a cigarette. That was where my interest with pain started, with\nme always in the role of the victim, never the torturer. I had\nfantasies for years of being tortured, sometimes with whips or\nbranding irons, by cruel men, such as pirates or Nazis. But as I\nreached adulthood the men were replaced by cruel women, as I realised\nthat I was a lesbian, and that men didn’t really interest me.

\n Until I moved out of my\nhome to stay at university, though, I never had a chance to do\nanything about my lesbian masochism. But as soon as I had a laptop,\nand I was somewhere where my parents wouldn’t spy on what sites I\nchecked out, I began trawling the internet for tales of young women\nbeing abused by sadistic older women. I was especially looking for\nstories involving cigarette torture, for that was my thing. I found a\nfew, but not as many as you might think. My favourite, at the moment,\nis Paris 1944\nby Crowley (which is why I have asked him to publish my tale). \n

\n Anyway, basically I am a\nlesbian slut in search of a milf to inflict agonising cigarette\ntorture on the soft parts of my body. Not that I’d had much\nexperience of pain (and I still swore volubly whenever I stubbed my\ntoe, or caught my funny born). But those were the images which filled\nout my fantasies; and the idea of some cruel woman torturing my pussy\nwith a cigarette always made me wet. So, when the question was put to\nme, it was like the person doing the asking was looking into my soul.

\n At the time I was in a\nlesbian bar, the first time that I had been in such a place. The\nperson who had posed the question was a stocky woman in her fifties.\nShe had a bit of a hatchet face, with short black hair. But that was\nokay, as it made her look mean. She looked like the sort of person\nwho would not be merciful. And I wanted somebody who would go all the\nway, and not show any mercy when she was torturing me, no matter how\nmuch I might beg.

\n “Yes.” I said, in\nreply. I think that surprised her. I guessed that every time that she\nhad asked that question in the past she’s got a very negative\nresponse. But I wasn’t like most people.

\n She stared at me, as though\nshe could not believe her ears. So I confirmed what I had said.

\n “Yes, the thought of a\nhot cigarette on my clit makes me wet.” I said.

\n “If you come with me that\nis exactly what you will get, slut.”\nshe said, putting emphasis on the slut.\nI don’t think that she could believe her luck. I was – and still\nam – a pretty hot university girl, even if my tits weren’t as big\nas her matronly charms. And I had answered in the positive, maybe\nready to fulfil one of her fantasies. \n

\n “Tell me what you will do\nto me if I go with you.” I said.

\n “Very well. I will chain\nyou to my bed, in my soundproofed playroom. Your legs will be spread\nas wide as they will go, painfully wide, in fact. You will be chained\ndown so tightly that you cannot move. I will sit on your face, while\nyou bring me to orgasm with your tongue. I should warn you that it\ntakes a lot of skill to make me cum, so this session will not be\nquick. Oh, I will have your cunt lips clamped open, so harshly that\nyou will be scared that they will tear. Your clit hood will be taped\nout of the way. Then, while you perform cunnilingus on me, I will\nburn your body with cigarettes. I will burn your breasts and your\nnipples. I will burn them all over. I will burn your thighs and your\nstretched pussy lips. I will burn you on your mound. I will burn you\ninside. I will keep on burning you until I cum, using as many\ncigarettes as necessary. These touches will be glancing, to cause\npain but no lasting injury. But when I begin to cum it will get\nreally bad for you. When I feel the beginning of that wonderful thing\ncalled an orgasm I will put out my cigarette on your erect clit,\nperhaps permanently damaging it, and your ability to have orgasms.\nThat is what I will do with you if you come home with me.”

\n By then my pussy was\nsopping wet. If I had not been so naïve maybe I would have run a\nmile. But my brain was being ruled by my libido.

\n “Okay, let’s go.” I\nsaid. \n

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\nWe got an Uber, as we had both\nbeen drinking. We didn’t talk in the taxi, as if we had started\ntalking about pussy torture the driver would probably have driven off\nthe road. I was driven out of the town, out of the suburbs, to a very\nlarge house, almost a mansion. This woman had some serious money.

\n “Come into my lair, said\nthe spider to the fly.” she said, as she paid off the Uber driver.\nI went into her luxurious house, feeling increasingly nervous. Was I\nreally going to do this? Let her burn me with a cigarette? I had to\nbe crazy to trust myself to a strange woman I had met in a pub. What\nif she was a serial killer?

\n But I was turned on. One of\nmy fantasies was about to come true, and my libido would not let me\nquit. It controlled my brain, and quelled my doubts.

\n The woman – I hadn’t\nactually asked her name – led me up a double staircase, and along a\ncarpeted corridor to a locked room. My host produced a key, and\nopened the door. We walked into her playroom.

\n I had an overwhelming sense\nof blackness from the room – which is pretty cool if you are a\ngoth. There were no windows. Presumably they had been bricked up at\nsome stage. The walls had been painted black. The overhead light was\nred. There was a large double bed dominating the centre of the room.\nI could see chains attached to the four corners of the bed. The\nchains had ratchets so that they could be tightened. The bed was\ncovered with shiny black latex. I guessed that I was not the only\nvictim who the woman had brought back here.

\n I heard a click from behind\nme. The woman had locked the door.

\n “Get undressed. I want to\nsee you.” she ordered. And it really was an order, not a\nsuggestion. This was a woman who was used to being obeyed.

\n I stripped off my clothes\nvery quickly. My heart was in my mouth, and it was beating very fast.\nI was a little scared. I turned to see that my host had already\ndivested herself of her clothes, throwing them onto the floor. Like\nme she shaved off her bush. But she was stocky, whereas I am very\nthin. Her breasts were a lot larger than mine, though, with big,\nbrown nipples, unlike my little pink nubs.

\n “Get on the bed.” the\nwoman said. I climbed onto the bed. The black latex was cool and soft\nagainst my skin. I lay down on my back, spreading out my limbs, so\nthat she could put padded leather manacles around my wrists and\nankles. As she was ratchetting the chains which were attached to the\nmanacles was when I began to have serious doubts.

\n “Look, I’m not sure\nabout this.” I said, as my legs were spread painfully. There was no\nway, from that position, that I could get free.

\n “Don’t worry.” the\nwoman said. “If you like pain you’re going to love this. Scream\nas much as you want. Nobody will hear you. This room is fully\nsound-proofed.”

\n I made a few half-hearted\npleas for release, but the woman ignored me. She had me just where\nshe wanted, and she wasn’t letting me go, not until she had had her\nfun.

\n When she had tightened the\nchains almost beyond my limit she attended to my pussy. She attached\na crocodile clamp to the top of my right labium. The teeth were very\nsharp, and I yelped when it closed on my sensitive flesh. The clamp\nwas attached to a long chain, with a ring at the other end of the\nchain. My captor arranged the chain so that it stretched out to the\nside, the ring hanging over the side of the bed. Then the sadist hung\nlittle lead weights from the ring, until I feared that the clamp\nwould be pulled off, tearing the cunt lip as it went. But she knew\nthe limits of the flesh, and the clamp – and my cunt lip – held.\nIt was very painful, though. Three more clamps, chains and weights\nwere attached to my poor punished pussy, at the top and bottom of my\nlips, so that, with my legs spread, I was wide open. I knew that\nanybody looking would see the pinkness within. The only way that my\npussy could have been spread wider would have been if she had used a\nspeculum on me.

\n Then she got some back tape\nand held my clitoral hood away from my clit, taping the hood down, so\nthat my clit was revealed. My little man in the boat didn’t seem\nbothered by the position he was in, as he was quite happily getting\nhard. Yes, in a way, I was anticipating the torture to come. \n

\n The woman placed an ashtray\nand a packet of cigarettes on a table next to the bed. There was a\nlighter there, as well, and I hoped that she limited the burning to\nthe cigarette as a lighter would have been too much. I didn’t want\nanything burned away. \n

\n Then I lost my vision as\nthe woman climbed on my bed and sat on my face. She held her arse\ncheeks open, placing her anus over my mouth.

\n “Rim me.” she said.\n“And make it good, if you know what’s good for you.”

\n Her anus was not that\ntight. I was able to force my tongue inside her, tasting her musty\narsehole. I began working my tongue in and out, fucking her arsehole\nwith my tongue, and licking all her crack. At least she was clean.

\n Meanwhile, there was the\nfaint scent of tobacco smoke reaching me, indicating that she had lit\nup a cigarette. Then I felt a pain along my ribs, as she trailed just\nthe very tip of the cigarette along my pale skin. The touch was so\nlight and so brief that it was just a little pain, with no real\ndamage, and no long-term burn. \n

\n As I ate out her arse the\ncigarette trailed all over my torso. The fiery trail of hot ash went\nalong my ribs, into my armpits, around my small breasts. So far she\navoided the nipples, though. Then she leant forward to contact the\nash with my legs, burning me the length of my legs. \n

\n Unable to see what was\nhappening, my mind retreated into fantasies, of some vicious torturer\nlaying glowing branding irons all over my body. Yes, I’m a sick\npuppy at times.

\n The woman adjusted her\nposition, finally, after having smoked her first cigarette. She now\nput her dripping cunt over my mouth, as she lit up cigarette number\ntwo.

\n “I warn you that I do not\ncum easily.” she said. “It takes a long time and a lot of skill\nto make me cum. And I will carry on burning you until I do cum.”

\n Great. Anyway, I used all\nof my skin on her cunt. And she used all of her sadism on me, burning\nmy breasts with the hot ash, spiralling inwards on my breasts, a hot\ntrail going all of the way across my pale flesh to my areolae. The\ncigarette lingered a little longer as it went, and I was pretty sure\nthat it would leave minor burns, but still nothing which would not\nheal. The pain lasted, though, even after the cigarette moved on to a\nnew portion of flesh. The pain of burns linger. \n

\n Eventually the little ember\ntouched my nipples, held at each one for less than a second. \n

\n “You don’t know how\nmuch self-control it took not to stub out the cigarette on your\nnipples.” the woman said. She sounded very turned on, and her voice\nhad deepened, and become sultrier. “If you ever come back to see me\nthey will be tortured to destruction. Your nipples are mine. I will\nburn them with cigarettes. I will pierce them with red hot needles. I\nwill burn them off with branding irons. I will…”

\n It became almost a stream\nof consciousness, as she said all of the terrible things which she\nwould do to my body if she had the opportunity to do so. Listening to\nher rant was a turn on, I had to admit, as some of the terrible\nthings which she suggested mirrored the sort of fantasies which\nfilled my mind while I masturbated.

\n The second cigarette was\nused purely on my breasts. For the third cigarette she moved lower.\nAt first she just singed my inner thighs with the hot tip of the\ncigarette, making me yelp into her hot cunt. But she worked her way\ninwards, until the ember of the cigarette made direct contact with my\nstretched labia. With each touch I had to stop licking her, for fear\nthat I’d bit her – and I’d hate to imagine what she would do if\nI did that. But I don’t think she minded. I think that she was\ngetting more pleasure out of hurting me than I was giving her with my\ntongue. \n

\n She gave me little black\nmarks all over my pussy mound and cuntlips. Then the cigarette dipped\nbetween them to burn me inside my open cunt. By then I was sopping\nwet, and that was probably the only thing which saved me from serious\ninjury, as she trailed the burning ash over every bit of my cunt\nwalls that she could access. She was still ranting her fantasies of\ntorture as she burned me, telling me that she was going to get a\nspeculum so that she could burn my cervix, and so on. These words,\nmore than the pain, more than servicing her with my tongue, was\npushing me to the edge of my own orgasm. All that I needed was a\ntouch to my clit and I would have cum. \n

\n Then I forced my tongue as\ndeep into her cunt as it would go, and she shrieked out her orgasm –\nand stubbed out her cigarette on the end of my erect clit, holding it\nthere. And the agony forced me over the edge, into my first paingasm,\nas I fainted, overcome by a strange combination of pleasure and pain.\n \n

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\nWhen I recovered consciousness\nI had been released, and some salve had been put on my burned clit.\nIt was badly burned, but the woman told me that it should recover. I\nhoped that she was right. \n

\n I got dressed, feeling\nexhausted, the pain of the burns still lingering. It would be a long\ntime before the pain went away. I called an Uber to take me home.

\n The woman gave me her phone\nnumber if I wanted to visit her again. But she warned me that next\ntime would be worse. She basically said that she would be happy for\nme to become, eventually, her permanent slave. But that if I chose\nthat, then, one day, she would burn my clit away, so that my only\npleasure would be in suffering pain. I got out of there.

\n Well, that encounter was\nmonth’s ago, and my body has just about recovered, even my clit.\nAnd I am now staring at my phone, and her number, wondering just how\nbad a second visit might be…

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\nThe End

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