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Hell Hath No Fury
Part 1 – The Seduction
I had a good job in industry, earning very good money, and used my wealth and position to seduce attractive young women. To me it was a sport. But underneath my smooth exterior, I had always been secretly attracted to dominant women, and particularly dominant cigar smoking women.
I had gone out with Carol for a few months, but had become, as was usual, a bit bored with her. She was a very attractive girl when we first met, at the age of 24. She was very tall, standing at 5 foot nine, She was slim, with fairly small tits, but lovely and firm, and she had a bottom to die for! Long blonde hair completed her beauty.
After a few months, I just told her it was over. She didn’t cry, but just looked at me with a hurt look, but also with rather steely eyes, a deep green.
She just said ‘ok then, bye’ and left me at the pub we had met in. I thought that it had gone rather well, and then just got on with my life, and on to my next lover. I thought no more about Carol again.
Some 3 years later, I got a phone call from Carol, and she said she would love to meet up again, just for old times sake. Although a bit wary, at that time I did not have a girlfriend in tow, and thought ‘ what the hell, she was always a willing lover, nothing to lose’
We met in a very upmarket restaurant, and Carol told me about her life since we had been apart. She told me how she had inherited a lot of money from her grandfather, who had dies about two years ago. She told me she had bought a lovely big Victorian house in the country, and how happy she was.
We had our meal, and it was all very pleasant. After the meal, I ordered a cigar from the waiter, and selected a nice five inch cigar. The waiter cut and lit it for me, and I sat back in some satisfaction. Carol then asked the waiter for a cigar for her as well. My cock immediately hardened. She selected the largest cigar, a cohiba esplendido, a seven and half inch giant. She let the waiter cut and light her cigar, and then she put it between her teeth, and happily puffed on it, never taking it out of her mouth. My cock was now twitching in excitement.
I asked her when she started to smoke cigars, and she said when she came into her inheritance, she also inherited her grandfathers humidor, which was extremely well stocked. She said she got the taste, and now always smokes cigars. I started to look at carol in a different light, and thought that maybe we could be together for a while at least.
She suggested that we could go back to her house, for old times sake. I paid the bill, and we left, Carol with the cigar firmly clamped in her teeth. I took her to where my car was parked, and she asked if I minded her finishing her cigar in the car. Although I normally would not allow smoking in my car, I told her ‘ no problem’.
We drove, Carol giving directions, and drove the several miles to my house. We arrived at her house, a well secluded Victorian mansion, in its own substantial grounds.
I parked the car in her drive, and we got out of the car. Carol opened the door, and we went into a vast hall, and she then led me to an equally vast lounge. ‘Do take a seat, help yourself to a good whiskey, and a cigar if you like, I need to change’
As you can imagine, my cock was beginning to ache with expectation, and I sat in a large old fashioned armchair, and poured myself a good shot of whiskey from the decanter. I felt that tonight was going to be memorable night, and waited for carol to re- appear.
I was starting to get a little sleepy, but my hard cock was keeping me alert.
Carol appeared, and I couldn’t believe my eyes.
She was wearing a short tight leather dress with a halter top, long leather gloves, stockings ( and I could see the suspenders) and a pair of thigh length leather boots, with six inch spike heels. In her mouth was gigantic cigar, at least 10 inches long.
I stammered that she looked fabulous, and she thanked me.
‘Would you like to come and visit my playroom’ she said archly. This was a no brainer, of course I said I would.
‘Give me your hand, and I will lead you, darling,’ she said.
She then led me to a door in the hallway, and opened it. Stairs led down. I stopped for a second, and she said, ‘ wouldn’t you like some fun?’
I immediately said yes, and got over any misgivings I might have had.
She led me down a flight of stairs, and to a heavy wooden door. She opened it, and in the dim light, I was being brought into a fabulously well equipped dungeon.
I suddenly stopped, worried. I turned around, and then saw another woman, about 50 years old, behind us. She was dressed in a grey uniform, with black jackboots.
‘Meet Rose’ carol said eagerly. I turned round, saying that this was not what I had in mind. Then Rose hit me with a blackjack, very hard on the front of my head. I lost consciousness.
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