The first time Beverly’s name came up, I was having dinner with my lover, Goddess Katya, or Katie, as I know her. Katie and I are very close: we started dating in college, and we entered the world of BDSM together back then. She was my submissive then, but as time passed, she discovered how strong the dominant side of her personality was. That’s probably the only reason why we’re not married; two dominants without subs don’t make a very good pairing. On rare occasions, we will do BDSM with each other as a sign of our mutual affection and respect. We usually just fuck like rabbits.
On this occasion, we were having dinner at her house. "You can’t pine for Isabelle forever, Y’know," Katie said to me. Isabelle was my previous slave; she had to break her contract because her job transferred her to another city. It had only been a month and I missed her. "And you’re nowhere near as much fun when you’re sullen. I might have to stop seeing you." I swirled the wine in my glass, not answering, but looked across the table at her. Of course Katie wouldn’t stop seeing me, but she got my attention. "I have a line on another slave for you."
"I’m not interested," I sullenly declared. Training Isabelle had been challenging and difficult. I spent a lot of time and energy in breaking her and even more in reshaping her. I was in no mood to go through that again--not yet.
"I think you might be," she shot back. "This one’s twenty--"
"Too young."
"--blonde/green, five-five, cute, and fetchingly round," Katie continued, without letting my interruption disturb her. "Interested?"
"I told you, she’s too young. I went through hell with Isabelle in breaking and training her." I sipped my wine. "I don't think I have the patience for the younger ones. I’m tired of the little girls who want a stern daddy."
"This one’s already trained--she’s just moved here. I’ve even checked her references for you. What have you got to lose? You don’t like her, you let her go. I think she’d be good for you."
"Assuming I were interested, which I am definitely not, what’s the catch? Why is someone so physically attractive and supposedly trained, available? Someone like that should have doms drooling over her."
"Like I said, she’s new in town, and has no connections. She lucked into meeting Kevin through an ad in the paper. They weren’t really a good match, so he asked me to find someone more suitable for her." Katie paused, and then grinned. "Oh, by the way--she smokes," she added.
A week later, Katie introduced me to Beverly. "Fetchingly round" was an excellent description of her body shape, and the young blonde knelt in front of me and bowed her head. "Stand up, Beverly. You do not have to address me as ‘Master,’ nor show deference if you do not wish to. You may be a submissive, but you are not yet my submissive." She stood up and nodded, looking into my eyes with her gorgeous green ones. "That is what we are trying to determine, and I have no need of a passive slave. I am picky, and I hope that you are as well."
"Yes, sir," she replied, smiling. We had dinner in Katie’s formal dining room, and were attended to by one of her domination clients. Katie’s occupation as a professional domme had its benefits. After dinner, she lit a Nat Sherman’s MCD, dragging, french-inhaling, and exhaling languidly skyward, smiling impishly at me. Katie knows how exciting that is for me. Beverly asked permission to smoke as well, which Katie granted. "Thank you, Goddess." Beverly opened a box of Marlboro Light 100’s, removed it, and was surprised when I lit it for her. "Thank you, sir." She took a deep drag, but exhaled naturally, quickly, without much style. I sighed inwardly. Nonetheless, style could be taught. Katie continued making me horny in her deliberate, teasing way while we asked Beverly about dinner (Excellent--she hadn’t ever been waited on like that), where she was from (Philadelphia), and what had brought her to our city (a long-term temporary contract). She had an associate’s degree in English Composition, and was hoping to be able to go to college to get her bachelor’s. (She did graduate, and is now working on her Master’s Degree.)
"Well, I have some things to attend to for next week’s munch," Katie said, exhaling a final long plume of smoke. "I will leave you two here to talk." She closed the french doors behind her.
"Well, Beverly, I guess you should know that I am twenty-seven. Am I too old or is that all right for you?" I began.
She nodded. "I actually like men who are a little older. They... know what they want."
"Then I am going to be direct here, because there is no sense in wasting my time or yours trying to come up with pointless euphemisms. I require a contract with mutually agreed upon terms of service and ownership. I am polyamorous; jealousy is not allowed and is reason enough to terminate a contract. I am not into heavy pain or sadism, nor do I play ‘daddy’ for ‘naughty little girls.’ You will be paddled, spanked, flogged, or cropped only if and when it suits me. I do not do degradation and humiliation scenes, and I have no patience with uppity subs. If you push too hard, I will simply let you go. Sexual service is a very large part of your submission, since your duty will be to please me. Are you still interested?"
She nodded, eyes sparkling. "Yes... I think... I’d like to try being your slave," she quietly said. Her cheeks became a faint pink, and I knew that sexual service with me would not be a problem for her. It usually isn’t; it’s when you involve third (and fourth, fifth... etc.) parties that they usually have a problem.
"Very well, then. I would like you to think over what I have told you. Should you decide to offer your submission, then I will choose whether or not to accept it. Only then would I negotiate the specifics of a contract." She was paying very close attention. The faint pink was deeper, too. She had promise. "The Goddess has spoken highly of you," I added, to let her know that I was interested. "I will also talk with your former owner before we meet again. In the same vein, I urge you to speak with as many people about me as you can find. The Goddess will also help you with that, and she will also introduce you to more members of our community. Unfortunately, you may not speak with my former slave. That would be a violation of the confidences we have agreed upon."
"I understand, sir," she replied. "Thank you for your consideration. I look forward to our next meeting." I dismissed her, and she left Katie’s house. I sat and mulled over the evening. Beverly was strongly attracted to me--that much had been obvious, as well as the fact that she wasn’t just playing at being a submissive. She would be willing to give herself to me. The only question was, would I be equally as willing to take her, and explore our dominance/submission tandem in full? Could she please me, as only Isabelle, after much training, and Katie, after a discussion under the influence of alcohol, and many shared experiments and experiences, had?
Katie came back after a while and sat down next to me. "Well? Think you and she might have enough in common?"
"Maybe," I shrugged noncommittally. "She seems well-trained, and is certainly well-mannered. But I just don’t know if I’m ready yet."
Katie removed another MCD from a gold case, and asked for a light. She french-inhaled in slow-motion, and waited for an eternity to exhale silently. "I think you are," she quietly said. "I think you’re afraid that it’s going to work out very well." I attempted to change the subject by asking about the munch preparations. Katie fixed me with her eyes, and did another slo-mo french-inhale, letting the smoke flow out through her nose and lips. It was a thick, creamy, exotic, and erotic exhale. In a quiet, throaty voice she began, "I started smoking when I was sixteen. Marlboro Lights." I inhaled sharply; this was a game she learned when we were in college. The smokeplay game. She took another drag, the french-inhale quick this time, and turned to the side. Her exhale was slow, my view of it in profile. More thick, swirling smoke from pursed lips. "I learned to like brown cigarettes for the man who was my first, and only, master. I learned how to smoke seductively for him. I enjoyed smoking whatever he chose, however he desired," she purred. Katie turned and looked directly at me with inviting brown eyes. "And I believe that he needs to find another woman to do that with. One who will be as eager as I was. One who will come to enjoy it--" Katie took a slow draw, once again selecting the extended french-inhale. "--As much as I still do." She rapidly exhaled smoke in a fine stream. "Does it still work for you?" she cooed, knowing the answer.
"Yes," I hoarsely agreed. "You know it still does."
"Then give her a try. I won’t ever do this again for you, unless you give Beverly a chance. And you know how hot I am for you right now, but you need to--remember what it’s like not to be able to take it for granted. Maybe this will add a little extra incentive." I sighed, more than a little aroused, and a little annoyed. Katie could be so damned devious at times. She was also right. I had enjoyed turning Isabelle into a work of smoking art, even if she never quite understood why. Katie did, and it was obvious that she thought Beverly would as well. I agreed, looking a little flustered when Katie put the MCD out. "That’ll make sure you consider it fully," she smiled.
Two weeks later, Beverly, Katie, and I were in my study. I had spoken to Kevin, who agreed that I would be a much better match for the submissive. "You know me, I need a slave who is a little willful, and presents some difficulties," he had said. "The problem I had with Beverly is that she was just too easy. I should have thought of you right away." In the meantime, Beverly had asked her own questions, and was pleased to hear that I was still interested. Katie arranged to give us some neutral space to see how we played together. After we both had a chance to think over the experience, she agreed to mediate our first contract.
The negotiations were amazingly easy, much easier than Isabelle’s. We had almost finished inside of an hour; only the length of the contract was outstanding--or so I thought. "You haven’t mentioned your interest in smokeplay," Katie observed while we waited for Beverly to come back from the bathroom. There was an element of reproach in her voice. "As much as you like it, and as much as I know you want to do it, I’m surprised that you haven’t mentioned it."
"Well... I’m bashful that way. You know how much beer it took for me to tell you in college; and if you hadn’t had more than I had, I’m not sure if I would have even then," I said. "And getting Isabelle to do it... She never would have agreed to be my sub had I specified it in our first contract." Katie shrugged. It was clear that she disagreed, but she didn’t really have a good counter-argument.
Beverly came back into the room. I started to say something about term of the contract, and she politely interrupted me. "Ummm, before we do this, I would like to know if smoking is allowed in your house. I don’t want to sound overly willful, but I don’t really want to be banished from your house to have a cigarette." Katie and I looked at each other, her expression one of, "Go on, tell her." But I couldn’t say anything. The silence and the exchanged looks did not go unnoticed. "Are you an anti-smoker?" Beverly quietly asked. "If so, I don’t think I would be--"
I waved my hand to stop her. "No, no. That’s not it at all." My hand had been forced. "I prefer that my slaves smoke, actually." Beverly looked quizzically at me. "When it’s done properly, the act of smoking can be one of the most elegant, erotic things that a woman can do." Katie had heard me say the same thing to her many years before. This time, however, we were both stone cold sober. "If you choose to be mine, I will shape you into an elegant, alluring woman. To that end, you will learn how to smoke," I said, noting with some satisfaction the look of curiosity on Beverly’s face. "However, as my property, I will dictate what you smoke."
"Ummm... what does that mean?" she asked, curiosity turning to trepidation.
I replied, "Marlboro Lights are too common for me, and therefore for you, as well. You will smoke the brands I select for you. Also, you will become acquainted with fine cigars and wines. My slave is a lady of culture, not a bar slut." I had a flashback: Isabelle. That had been the line that had convinced my previous slave to stay with me. I also realized that I missed having a lady to display, and suddenly, getting Beverly became very important.
For the first time, doubt crossed Beverly’s face. "I’m not sure about this part. I mean, I’ve only smoked Marlboro Lights pretty much, and I hate menthol. Goddess? I respectfully request mediation on this point."
Katie smiled wolfishly. "You may not have it, dear, I’m sorry. This is not as big a sacrifice as you might think. You don’t inhale cigars, and you will learn the difference between cigarettes." She turned to me. "Is there any reason for you to force her to smoke menthol cigarettes other than disobedience, and will we need it in the contract?"
"If it will make her feel better, the clause on menthol can be added," I said. "Why don’t you add smokeplay to the list of expected services?"
"Smokeplay?" Beverly asked, sounding bewildered. "I’ve never heard of that."
"Smokeplay," Katie affirmed, then looked at me. "Maybe a demonstration would be in order? Just watch." She lit a More, taking a slow, even draw as I removed my pants. Her first exhale was silent, deliberate, with the cigarette held high and her chin raised. My cock twitched, along with Beverly’s eyebrows. By the time Katie had finished her fourth drag, a thick, creamy french-inhale followed by a graceful nasal exhale, I was fairly hard, and Beverly was amazed. "This is smokeplay, and that is what it does for him. You will be expected to do this for him as a part of your sexual service. Any more questions, Beverly?" Katie put out the More, looking at me. "It was only a demonstration," she grinned. Little minx.
"Umm... no," she said, somewhat distracted by the sight of my erection straining at my underwear. "Write smokeplay down. I hope I can learn how to do it," Beverly added.
"I did," Katie answered. "And I didn’t have a teacher who smoked. But I’d be very happy to give you lessons," she smiled. I put my pants back on, somewhat slowly, giving Katie an evil look. She pursed her lips at me. The term was negotiated to be one year. Beverly would move in with me over the next two weeks, and the contract would start at the end of those two weeks. I was going to have a chance to create another lady.