Eleanor slid the cigarette into her long holder. She brought the end of the holder to her lips. With a snap of her fingers, a flame appeared at the tip of her index finger, raised to the end of her cigarette.
Her cheeks hollowed as she took the first deep drag of her cigarette, the first from her second pack of the day. She held the smoke in her lungs, then exhaled a long silvery stream that flooded the room, wisps dancing in the light that half-filled the room through the window.
She rose from her chair, taking another slow puff, adoring the light-headed feeling as nicotine rushed into her brain. The heat in her lungs, in her throat. The way the smoke flooded her nostrils and tastebuds as it flowed from her mouth and nose in a soft sigh.
She looked out the window. From her penthouse, she could see countless people in the streets below. Eleanor imagined that none of them shared her habit, especially to the degree with which she indulged. People fretted so much about their health these days. If only they had witchcraft like her, to reverse the harm without adverting its pleasure. Or its addictive quality. She took another drag, thinking about how she loved that first cigarette of the morning. And the second, and often a third after that.
Her exhale drifted between her face and the glass. To think there’d once been a time when women smoking was celebrated, embraced. A symbol of empowerment and freedom. Now so few women partook, or even tried a cigarette even once. Eleanor had brought many women into her bed, but the ones who delighted her most were the ones who would share a smoke with her after lovemaking, play coy as her eyes remained fixed upon them whenever they held a cigarette.
The witch thought of her many fantasies, and a smile crept over her face.
She twirled her cigarette holder, the smoke trailing from the end of the cigarette up into her nostrils. Her holder served as her wand, a relic for imbuing magical power.
Smoke drawn through it could reverse the harmful effects of smoking just as it could bring its pleasure.
But that magic didn’t only affect her, of course. Some of her partners who smoked may not have thought about how they’d smoked more and more in her presence, were willing to light up during foreplay and lovemaking to please her.
Toying with a woman who already was a slave to nicotine was one thing.
But to start a new generation of smokers, of women who delighted in the habit – and their fellow women who smoked?
Eleanor’s smile grew wide, and she remained by the window until she finished her cigarette. As she removed the butt from her holder, she took the second cigarette from her new pack, lighting it with a snap of her fingers on the way to her bedroom. She was going to make plans now, and those plans would involve much fantasizing.
Part 2
Janice forced a smile as she scanned item after item through the checkout. Today was supposed to be her day off, she’d even made plans to hang out with friends, but at the last minute her boss called her in. Someone else had called in sick, and now she was stuck in the convenience store on a busy Saturday afternoon.
As she handed over two crammed-full plastic bags full of junk food to an older portly man, she looked to the next customer in line. The woman stood there without anything in her hands; Janice figured she wanted lottery or cigarettes. After she handed the last man his receipt, she looked to the woman. She was supposed to greet customers, but the thought didn’t cross her overworked mind.
“Hello,” said the woman, an older and elegant-looking woman with long black hair and a grey sweater. “I’d like five cartons of cigarettes, please. A variety.”
“Five packs?” Janice asked, sure she’d misheard.
“Five cartons.”
Janice shuddered inside as she turned to the cigarette drawers behind her. She never liked handling the cigarettes – it felt weird and dirty, even with the packaging, and she even felt kind of guilty seeing the sorts of people who bought cigarettes.
Older people, men and women, even some young people she had to ask for ID from. To think young people today were starting, with how well everyone knew its effects on your health.
Janice picked out five cartons, putting them on the counter. She didn’t check the labels – she didn’t know anything about brands or types. “Are these fine?” she asked.
“Yes, perfect, thank you,” the woman said, smiling. “I take it that you don’t approve.”
Had it been obvious? Janice drew back a bit. “It’s, um…”
“I understand there’s such a stigma to it,” the woman said, taking out her credit card as Janice scanned the cartons. “But everyone has their vices, do they not? Surely you must as well.”
Janice shook her head. No, she couldn’t think of anything that qualified as a ‘vice.’ Even then, there were probably far better and healthier ‘vices’ than smoking.
The woman just smiled wider, and used the credit card machine to pay for her purchase. Janice put the five cartons into a plastic bag for the woman, not even asking if she wanted the bag or charging her for it. She handed it over to the woman, who smiled again as Janice turned her attention to the next woman in line.
***
It came twenty minutes late, due to a rush of customers, but Janice finally got to go on break. It was a mild spring day, and she preferred taking her breaks outside, if the weather wasn’t too bad.
Or if there wasn’t anyone smoking at the picnic table employees sat at. The worst was if someone else came over and started when she was sitting there – she thought it’d be rude to just walk away, even if they were polluting her air.
Thankfully, no one else was at the table today. One of the other employees, a woman her age named Tina, had left her purse hanging on the edge of the table. Tina smoked too, and though Janice enjoyed her company, the stench of it on her breath when she came back from a break was always unpleasant.
As Janice sighed and sat down, a voice spoke behind her. “I was wondering when you planned on taking a break.”
She looked over her shoulder. The woman was familiar, and she remembered her only because of her discomfort with the cigarettes. “What are you doing here?” Janice asked.
The woman twirled something long at her fingertips, before bringing it to her lips. Janice spotted the cigarette at its end – it was a long cigarette holder. “I just wanted to talk,” she said, the end of the holder inches from her lips. “About how you felt earlier.”
Janice shook her head. This was too weird, and she didn’t want to be around this woman and her smoke. The woman lit her cigarette – she didn’t seem to put her lighter away – and the stench filled the air quickly.
As Janice stood from the bench, the woman took a long drag from her holder, approaching Janice. Before Janice could step away, she blew a long stream of smoke into Janice’s face.
Janice coughed, waving her hand to disperse the smoke. After a few seconds, her hand started to slow.
“Come,” the woman said. “I’d like to take you for a little ride. Don’t worry about your work. I’ve cleared it up with your boss.”
A ride? Janice nodded. She didn’t know why, though. She didn’t want to be in the car with someone who smoked.
She followed the woman to her black car, getting in the passenger side. The woman continued to smoke as she drove away, the smell filling the interior of the car. Janice didn’t want to roll down the window, just in case the woman didn’t want the cold air coming in.
The woman pulled into the driveway of an elegant mansion, ashing her cigarette in the car’s ashtray before getting out. Janice followed her inside, still not sure why she was accompanying this woman.
As soon as the woman closed the front doors behind Janice, she replaced the butt in her holder with a new cigarette. She didn’t take a lighter out; she just snapped
her fingers at the tip, and it sparked to life, silver-blue wisps trailing from the end and flooding from her nostrils and mouth.
“I should probably get back to work soon,” Janice said timidly.
“There’s no need for that,” the woman said. “Think of me as your new boss.” Her new boss? What was she –
The woman pulled on her holder, then blew her smoke into Janice’s face. Janice coughed once, withdrawing slightly from the cloud of smoke. God, it was gross of her to blow her smoke at Janice…
“Come,” the woman said, beckoning. Janice followed, the stench never leaving her nostrils as she followed the woman into her den. She sat down on her sofa, then patted the seat next to her. As Janice sat down, smoke billowed from the woman’s lips above her.
“Tell me,” said the woman, “do you know people who smoke?”
“I know you,” Janice said. That she’d mentioned this woman first was odd. “Some people at the store.”
“Have you ever tried smoking?”
“No, never!” She watched the woman draw from her holder, the smoke swirling around her lips and into her nostrils, before the woman exhaled slowly.
“It is a pleasurable habit,” the woman said, smiling, her breath tinted with smoke. “I love the relaxation it brings me, the flavor, the act of smoking. If you haven’t tried it, then why do you judge people who smoke so harshly?”
Janice couldn’t take her eyes off of the woman drawing from her cigarette. “It’s bad for you,” was all she could say.
“What if it wasn’t?” The woman smirked. “And so what if it is? All of us enjoy things that aren’t good for us.”
Maybe, Janice figured. She did like donuts a lot. She knew people who drank – why didn’t she find that as gross?
The woman brought her holder to her lips again. The way her cheeks hollowed, her eyes narrowed; how she inhaled the smoke, then exhaled it like a satisfied sigh. Janice had noticed how pretty the woman was before, even though she knew smoking often detracted from that. But now…
Her smile still wide, the woman took another drag, then blew the smoke at Janice again. This time, Janice didn’t react, just continued breathing as normal.
“See, there’s nothing wrong with smoking, my dear,” the woman said. “Now, to get you into your new uniform for your new job.”
She took a long drag from her cigarette, even longer than her previous ones, drawing the smoke into her lungs. Then she exhaled, a thick cloud that billowed around Janice. It didn’t just flood her face, but her body as well, an obscuring cloud of grey-blue.
When it cleared, Janice glanced down at herself. She was now wearing a cute French-maid outfit, black with white accents. She even had black stockings and heeled shoes on! It was so weird, yet she found the outfit kind of cute.
The woman removed her spent cigarette from her holder, crushing it in her nearby ashtray. “My name is Eleanor,” the woman said. “But when I speak, you shall answer me as ‘my mistress’. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my mistress,” Janice replied immediately.
“Now reach into your pocket and take out a cigarette.”
Janice didn’t smoke, why would she have cigarettes? But she reached into the pocket on the front of her skirt, and there was a cigarette case within. She took one out.
“Put it in my holder.”
“Yes, my mistress.” Janice placed the cigarette into the holder. “Light it for me.”
“Yes, my mistress.” Janice took the lighter tucked into the case, held it to the tip of Eleanor’s cigarette, and flicked the lighter.
Eleanor took a long drag from the cigarette, blowing the smoke toward Janice. The smell still bothered her, but she didn’t mind being around it too –
“Now take another one out.”
“Yes, my mistress.” Janice took a second cigarette out.
“Place it in your own lips and light it.”
Nervousness swelled in Janice. She’d never smoked before, she’d never imagined wanting to. She knew it wasn’t good for you, that i was addictive.
Still, she said, “Yes, my mistress.” She put the cigarette in her lips, then flicked the lighter at its tip.
She figured she had to suck on it, so she did, and smoke filled into her mouth. Janice coughed, taking the cigarette out immediately. It tasted terrible!
“Take another puff. You’ll get used to the flavor.”
“Yes, my mistress.” Janice did so, the taste being not as bad the second time. She blew out the smoke.
“This time, draw the smoke into your mouth, then inhale it. Deep into your lungs.”
“Yes, my mistress.” Janice took a drag, then breathed the smoke in. Immediately, she started coughing, almost dropping the cigarette.
“Try it again.
“Yes, my mistress.” This time, when the smoke filled her lungs, she didn’t cough, she held it in for a second before blowing the smoke out through her mouth and nostrils. She felt light-headed, almost oxygen-deprived, but it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling.
“Good. Now finish your cigarette, my dear.”
“Yes, my mistress.” Eleanor finished hers in half of the time it took for Janice, but eventually she took the last puff from her cigarette and ashed it in the tray, blowing out the smoke.
“Do you like that feeling? It’s nice, isn’t it?”
Was that the effect of nicotine on her? “Yes, my mistress. I kind of do.”
“Now don’t you understand why people enjoy smoking?”
“Yes, my mistress,” Janice answered.
Nodding, Eleanor said, “Now light me another cigarette…and have another yourself.”
“Yes, my mistress.” She replaced Eleanor’s cigarette first, and as she put a new one in her own lips, she didn’t feel as nervous as she’d done for the first one. Maybe it was just the feeling that smoking…wasn’t as bad as she’d thought. That people who smoked weren’t gross and weird, but normal people like herself, or even beautiful women like Eleanor.
Janice placed her second cigarette in her lips, then lit it. ***
Eleanor smirked as she saw Janice off. She’d returned Janice’s clothes to normal, and had given the young woman her first pack of cigarettes. The witch wondered how many she’d have tonight; perhaps she would be too reluctant without Eleanor’s influence to smoke more.
But she would be back. That subconscious command had been instilled in that girl. The sooner she was addicted, the sooner Janice would see smoking as an act of pleasure, the fragrance of smoke as an invitation – and a temptation. Already, Eleanor saw an attraction in how Janice watched her smoke.
Sighing, Eleanor took the last drag from her cigarette, closing the front doors of her mansion and contemplating her next fantasy.
Part 3
The breeze outside was a welcome change for Cheryl, after hours under bright lighting and in various sweaters. Every model had to start somewhere, and this job for a gift catalogue paid well enough.
An unpleasant aroma wafted into her nostrils. The photographer, an older woman, had also come outside for a break and had just lit up a cigarette. Cheryl rolled her eyes; she didn’t understand why people still smoked nowadays, with all the alternatives. It was probably just habit, addiction, all that stuff.
She pulled out her vape, inhaling its cherry-flavored mist, exhaling it into the air. The redhead always enjoyed a quick vape-break in-between photo sessions; a fellow model had shared hers with Cheryl once, and she’d grown fond of vaping since.
Beneath the scent, the smell of cigarette smoke grew stronger. Cheryl figured it was the photographer coming closer, or perhaps another of the models having a smoke. When she glanced toward the source of the smoke, she spotted an unfamiliar black-haired woman. The dress she wore might have fit in more in a photo-shoot than a day like this, though. She even had a long cigarette holder, the sort of fancy accessory no one really used in real life.
The woman came closer, to Cheryl’s discomfort. As she took another hit from her vape, the woman said, “Stressful day?”
“I suppose,” Cheryl replied, mist slipping from her lips with each word.
“I’ve known plenty of models who were heavy smokers,” the woman said, “to help them through the day.”
“Yeah, thank goodness people are smarter than that nowadays.”
The woman had brought her holder to the corner of her lips, but paused. “What do you mean?”
“It’s a disgusting, foul-smelling, addictive habit,” Cheryl said, taking another puff from her vape. The woman watched her exhale, smiling oddly. “And don’t you act like vaping’s just like smoking.”
“Is it not? You enjoy the nicotine rush, the flavor. So do I.” The woman took a drag from her holder, exhaling her smoke upward and tainting the sweet fragrance of Cheryl’s vape.
“It’s so much more unhealthier.”
“So? All of us love our unhealthy habits. Have you even ever tried a cigarette before?” Cheryl shook her head. “Not even a puff?”
“What are you going on about?” Cheryl put her vape into her pocket. “Whatever. I’ve got to get back to work soon anyway.”
“I just think,” the woman said, pulling on her holder, “that a woman enjoying her smoking is such a beautiful, erotic thing. A model of delight.”
Cheryl cringed inside. So this woman –
Before she could walk away, the woman leaned in closer, blowing smoke into Cheryl’s face.
Cheryl’s immediate thought was to draw away. But as the smell of smoke filled her nostrils, that desire ebbed away somehow.
“I can offer you far more than whatever your job here is paying you,” the woman said, taking another puff. “All you have to do is be your beautiful self before the camera.”
She exhaled into Cheryl’s face again. Cheryl replied, “Okay.”
The woman took her by the hand, leading her away from the studio. The faint thought of what her employer would think drifted through her mind, but Cheryl paid little heed to that worry as she got into the woman’s car.
***
The stench of smoke remained in the woman’s car throughout the drive, until they arrived at her elegant manor. Being around it so much had made it less unpleasant somehow.
She followed the woman inside, into her den. A young woman in a French maid uniform stood by, smiling politely. “This is Janice,” the black-haired woman said, gesturing. “She will be our photographer today.”
“Is she a professional?” Cheryl asked, amused by the thought of being photographed by someone’s maid.
“What matters is if you are,” the woman said. “Call me Eleanor. Mistress is fine too.” She handed her holder to the maid, who took a cigarette from her dress pocket and placed it in the holder before returning it to Eleanor. The woman drew on the holder as Janice lit the cigarette, exhaling a quick puff of smoke.
“So what do you want me to do?” Cheryl asked. She had a faint idea of what Eleanor had hired her for, and though it was daunting, maybe it didn’t need to go that far. Maybe Eleanor would be satisfied with her just posing with a lit cigarette, even holding it near her face.
The woman took a long drag, then approached Cheryl. She exhaled a thick, long stream of smoke, smoke that seemed to billow around Cheryl’s body and into her nostrils. The familiar high of nicotine crept into her brain, making her suddenly crave a hit of her vape.
She reached for her pocket, but it was gone. Her clothing had transformed, into a long crimson gown with white and beige furs wrapped around her. Long white gloves had appeared on her hands, and she even wore heels upon her feet now.
“Give her a cigarette, Janice.” “Yes, my Mistress.”
The maid took a cigarette from her dress, approaching Cheryl. She let the maid put it between her lips, only watching as the maid flicked the lighter.
As the tip ignited, Cheryl drew on the filter. It was strong, not quite pleasant, but perhaps vaping had made her throat and lungs ready for proper smoking. She plucked the cigarette from her lips, exhaling the smoke, before she placed it between her lips and took a proper drag, inhaling as she was accustomed to with vaping.
The nicotine rush was strong, delightful. And the burn in her lungs was almost pleasant in itself.
Eleanor took a drag of her cigarette, exhaling the smoke. “Now, my lovely model, pose for me.”
***
Over the next two hours, Cheryl sat and stood and laid as Eleanor instructed her to. All the while, Janice took pictures with her simply holding the cigarette aloft, with it dangling between her lips, during a drag or after an exhale.
Eleanor’s pleased tone, taking on a distinct husky quality, told her she was doing a good job. That she looked goddamn sexy for her new employer. And each time she took the first drag of a fresh cigarette, she felt goddamn sexy. Like the sort of beautiful, elegant lady who’d use a cigarette holder herself. Almost like Eleanor, watching with delight as she smoked cigarette after cigarette.
When Eleanor presented Cheryl with a holder of her own for the last half-hour, a smirk crossed the model’s face. Eleanor blew her smoke over Cheryl, and suddenly the dress vanished, leaving her with only the long furs wrapped around her skin. Rather than surprise, a strange mischievous delight had welled in Cheryl. She happily posed and posed with the furs and holder, taking playful puffs as she teased her body.
After one last shoot, with Cheryl blowing the last drag of her cigarette toward Janice and her camera, Eleanor said, “Yes, that will do. Thank you for your hard work.”
“Thank you,” Cheryl replied, standing up, covering herself as best as she could with the furs. It was strange, thinking she had something to be thankful toward Eleanor for.
The black-haired woman took a long drag from her holder, blowing smoke over Cheryl and making her crimson dress reappear. She then took a purse that had been on the dresser and handed it to Cheryl. “This is your pay,” she said. “I hope it is sufficient.”
Cheryl peeked inside. There had to be thousands of dollars in cash inside – and several packs of cigarettes! “Oh, for two hours of work? I think this will do.”
“Thank you,” Eleanor said, in her seductive tone. “I do hope you’ll be open to further opportunities.”
“All you need to do is call,” Cheryl replied.
The maid Janice led her to the front door, and Cheryl left with a wave. Once she was outside, walking toward the sidewalk, she reached into her purse and took out one of the packs of cigarettes. Something about smoking for Eleanor’s photo-shoot
had felt so liberating, enjoyable. As she lit her cigarette, taking a deep drag and letting the nicotine flood her brain, Cheryl sighed with pleasure and release. She thought she’d enjoyed a hit of cherry vape after a shoot, but the flavor and delight of tobacco was on another level.
As she walked on home in her beautiful dress and furs, she was certain she’d catch many eyes, envious of her beauty and elegance.
***
Eleanor reviewed the photos with a wide smile. They were perfect, delightful, arousing. To think her magic had taken yet another woman so disgusted by smoking…and made her such a confident, committed smoker.
She glanced over her shoulder, to Janice. The maid had an obvious blush on her face as she reviewed the photos as well. Smirking, Eleanor handed a few from Cheryl’s near-naked shoot to her. “Go ahead,” she said. “Enjoy them.”
Janice took the pictures without a word, her blush deepening. As she awkwardly stepped away from Eleanor, she paused only to reach into her dress pocket for a cigarette, lighting it before leaving the room.
Part 4
Penelope browsed the shelves of the dollar store. No good props! She’d ran up and down the aisles, hoping to find something to spark her inspiration. That, or something to do a good Cranial Nerve Exam. But everything looked so fake, so gaudy, so toy-ish. How did folks afford real equipment for their videos?
She sighed and settled for a chocolate bar. As she stepped outside, she wrinkled her nose at the smell of cigarette smoke coming from nowhere. Penelope looked to her left and saw a woman crushing her butt beneath her heeled shoe. “Don’t you think you shouldn’t smoke right near the entrance?” she said.
The lady smiled, as if amused by Penelope’s words. “You seemed lost inside of there,” she said, as she reached into her coat. “What were you looking for?”
Penelope would have told the woman it was none of her business. She wasn’t sure why she was admitting it anyway. The blonde woman said, “I was looking for props for ASMR videos.”
“ASMR?”
“Yeah, people do roleplays and stuff to help people relax,” Penelope said. “To give them nice brain-tingles.”
“I see.” The black-haired woman fitted a new cigarette into her holder, the sort Penelope had never seen outside of old movies. “You say that this helps you relax?”
“Yes, it does!” The woman took out a lighter, and though Penelope didn’t want to be around the stink, she continued talking anyway. “It’s calming and soothing. I usually watch at least one video a day!”
“Hmm.” The woman snapped her lighter, and a puff of smoke left the tip of her cigarette. “I suppose I smoke for the same reasons.”
Penelope frowned. As if smoking was like ASMR! “At least ASMR doesn’t give people cancer.”
“Is that how you see it? Personally, I find my habit just as soothing and calming. It is a habit of relaxation. After all, you seem quite agitated about it.”
Penelope shook her head. She knew some people were defensive about smoking, but this was silly. “Well, I didn’t find anything good, so I’ll probably just head on home.”
The woman brought her holder to her lips. The tip of the cigarette glowed, and smoke swirled in the woman’s mouth.
Then she exhaled a steady stream of smoke at Penelope.
Penelope moved her head away, but the disgusting smell filled her nostrils.
“Why don’t you have a little chat with me?” the black-haired woman said. “Perhaps you might understand my point of view. Perhaps there’s something in my home that might inspire you.”
Like she wanted to be near… Shrugging, Penelope said, “Okay.”
***
During the entire drive up to the woman’s home, Penelope and her remained quiet. Penelope listened to the low hum of the engine, a sound she didn’t care much for. What she did notice were the frequent sigh-like exhales from the woman as she breathed out the smoke from her cigarette.
The woman’s home turned out to be a fancy mansion, with a maid awaiting them at the front door. “Come inside,” the woman said. “My name is Eleanor.”
“I’m Penelope,” Penelope said, following her into the study.
The maid accompanied them as the two sat down on a couch. Eleanor had finished her cigarette; she glanced to the maid and said, “Please.”
“Yes, my mistress,” replied the maid, as she placed a new cigarette into Eleanor’s holder. “Would you like one too?”
Penelope raised a hand and shook her head.
As the maid lit Eleanor’s cigarette, Penelope watched the smoke stream from the woman’s nostrils, the trails dancing between them. The way the tip of the cigarette glowed with each drag. The soft exhales.
“Are you enjoying watching me?” Eleanor asked, smiling after her fourth pull from her cigarette.
Penelope wanted to lie, but she said, “Yes. It’s sort of like ASMR, I guess.”
“I imagine it’s as relaxing for me as watching me is for you,” Eleanor said. “Perhaps your viewers would enjoy watching you smoke?”
“I don’t know,” Penelope said. “I don’t want to get hooked…”
“You could save it for your videos. Smoke then and only then. Perhaps you’ll enjoy it and want to do it more.”
Penelope shook her head, but only slightly.
Eleanor breathed her smoke almost toward Penelope this time. The fragrance was strangely inviting, comforting.
The woman leaned in closer, bringing the end of her holder toward Penelope. In a soft voice, she said, “Why don’t you just try a puff?”
The back of Penelope’s scalp tingled as she leaned in, letting Eleanor place the tip of her holder into Penelope’s mouth. She drew on the tip, then coughed out the strange-tasting smoke.
“So harsh,” Eleanor said, in a playful but still whisper-like voice.
As Penelope looked to her, she took in another drag, blowing it over Penelope. The feeling of her warm breath upon her face was so tingle-inciting. “Try it again,” Eleanor whispered. “Just a small puff, and inhale it into your lungs. Maybe you’ll feel that rush soon.”
Penelope let the woman put the tip into her lips, drawing the smoke into her mouth. This time, she knew what to expect, though she just blew it out without inhaling.
“Watch me,” Eleanor said. She took a long drag from her cigarette, the tip burning bright. She swirled the smoke in her mouth before drawing it into her nostrils and mouth. A second later, she blew the aromatic cloud over Penelope.
Then she placed the tip of the holder in Penelope’s lips.
Smoke filled her mouth. She opened her lips just to inhale, feeling the harsh smoke fill her lungs. She resisted the urge to cough.
As she exhaled, she felt it. A strange but not unpleasant feeling in her brain. Almost like tingles.
“You like it, don’t you?” asked Eleanor.
Penelope wasn’t sure. But she remained quiet as she watched Eleanor finish the cigarette, exhaling into Penelope’s face each time. The tingles kept coming, both from the anticipation and fulfillment.
“Here,” Eleanor said, taking a pack of cigarette from a nearby table. “Take these home with you. If you decide to post the video, just share the link with me. And my maid as well, I’m sure she’ll enjoy it.” The young woman in the French-maid dress blushed; Penelope only now noticed that she too had a lit cigarette in her hand.
“Okay,” Penelope said. She rose from her seat, following the maid to the front door. She couldn’t believe she was thinking it, but she enjoyed the faint fragrance wafting from the maid’s cigarette as she followed her.
“Goodbye,” the maid said, closing the door behind her. Penelope smiled, putting the pack of cigarettes into her pocket as she walked away.
Was she really going to do it?
She couldn’t lie…she’d enjoyed it. It’d brought her tingles. And thinking about that beautiful woman’s smoking, that cute maid with her cigarette, even the thought of herself lighting up…
It brought her a different kind of tingles. ***
It took less time than Eleanor would have expected. The next day, she saw the thumbnail of the familiar blonde, lit cigarette between her fingers as if she was an experienced smoker. The title of the video was “ASMR Smoking my first cigarette! – Tingelope ASMR.”
As Eleanor watched the girl’s nervous first few drags turn into more confident ones, her nervous smile becoming more relaxed, her posture betraying how much she was enjoying what would be her new habit, Eleanor whispered into Janice’s ear, “Are you watching videos on your phone on the job?”
Janice nearly dropped her phone and her cigarette. Eleanor chuckled, taking a small puff before blowing smoke into Janice’s face. The maid inhaled deeply, smiling as if it brought her the most delightful of tingles.
“Why settle for a video when you can have me right before you, sweetie?” In her own whispering tone, Janice answered, “Yes, my mistress.”
Part 5
Eleanor stood at the edge of the park. Most people strayed away from her, a few even glared at her as if she had no right to be there, enjoying her cigarette. People were so unaccepting of the habit sometimes, despite their own vices.
But she was watching for reactions. She had one last fantasy on her mind, the one she saved for a special woman. This one, she had to find the right one for. Eleanor drew on her holder, blowing the smoke upward with a sigh, making it clear how she enjoyed her addiction.
Then she saw a woman. A brunette, sitting on a bench. She didn’t seem to notice Eleanor spotting her, and continued to stare as Eleanor smoked. She wasn’t repulsed by the sight, not at all.
Eleanor ashed her cigarette, then walked over to the bench. “Do you mind if I sit with you?” she asked the woman.
“Uh, no, not at all,” the woman said. She had a pair of glasses on, a neat brown jacket over a white blouse and black skirt. A very neat, tidy, orderly young woman.
Eleanor took her seat, placing a new cigarette in her holder. She felt the woman’s eyes upon her. “Might I ask your name?”
“Uh, Evelynn,” the brunette replied.
“Evelynn,” Eleanor said. She took out her lighter and ignited her cigarette, letting a plume of smoke leave her lips. “I am Eleanor. Do you mind if I ask you a question?”
“Okay?” the nervous woman replied.
Eleanor first inhaled smoke, imbuing it with her magic, then exhaled in Evelynn’s direction. “I saw you watching me. Might I ask why?”
Evelynn leaned away from the smoke, but didn’t seem too bothered by it. “I don’t know. I’ve always found smokers interesting.”
“Interesting? Why?”
“Well, people always talk about how bad smoking is for you, but sometimes you see and hear people who love to smoke, who enjoy it. And you looked like you were really enjoying your cigarette, and…”
Eleanor took a deep drag, then exhaled her smoke toward Evelynn as she spoke. “You’re fascinated. Curious. Have you ever tried it yourself?”
“Oh goodness, no!” Evelynn was outright blushing. “I don’t want to get hooked, and what will people think…”
“People don’t have to know. Or you can just not care about what people think.”
“I don’t know…”
Eleanor leaned in closer, taking the smallest pull from her holder, then gently blowing a faint stream of smoke into Evelynn’s face. “Why don’t you come with me?”
Evelynn glanced around as the response left her lips. “Okay.” ***
As Evelynn followed the beautiful woman into her mansion, she spotted a maid in a classic French-maid dress. The maid herself was smoking, standing by an ashtray, smiling as she greeted Evelynn and took a drag.
The two sat down in Eleanor’s den, together on the same couch. Eleanor took one last drag from her holder before extinguishing the cigarette. “Do you want to try a cigarette?”
With just the two of them alone, the societal pressure had vanished. “Sure,” Evelynn replied.
Eleanor took a cigarette from her case, and placed it between Evelynn’s lips. She didn’t take out a lighter; she just snapped her fingers, and the tip sparked with flame. Evelynn instinctively pulled on the filter, with smoke filling her mouth. She didn’t quite mind the smell, but the taste was something different. Still, she didn’t cough or drop the cigarette, and just exhaled the smoke as she plucked the cigarette from her lips.
“You have to inhale the smoke,” Eleanor said, gently taking the cigarette from her. “Watch.” Evelynn did watch Eleanor draw in the smoke, then exhaled from her nostrils and mouth. Smoke was dancing all around them now, a sight that fascinated Evelynn.
The cigarette returned to her, and Evelynn tried it, figuring she’d cough on her first try. She managed to hold in a bit of smoke, then blow it out toward Eleanor. “Sorry,” she said.
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Eleanor said. “How do you feel?”
“Nervous,” Evelynn replied, with an awkward chuckle. “But I don’t know. Maybe I feel it kicking in?” She tried another drag, and coughed this time. But Eleanor’s beatific smile prompted her to keep going. Each further inhale felt easier than the last, and that anxiety seemed to ebb away. She did feel relaxed.
“How do you feel now?” Eleanor asked. “Do you enjoy it?”
People who smoked had to enjoy it, if they kept with it long enough to become addicted, even if that was part of it in the end. Evelynn couldn’t voice it, she just nodded.
Eleanor pulled out another cigarette, lighting it without the holder and exhaling a thick stream of smoke. “You’ll come to love it in time. The flavor, the nicotine high, the feeling of vice.”
Vice. Evelynn smiled at the thought, bringing the cigarette to her lips. There was that element to it, wasn’t there?
“Tell me,” Eleanor said, “did I make you want to smoke? Or has that curiosity always been there, and you’ve never been willing to indulge yourself?”
“I guess I’ve always been curious,” Evelynn said. “Seeing women like you smoking, looking so confident, elegant…sexy.”
Eleanor’s smirk grew. The other women, she’d needed to implant that thought into them. The arousal from watching a beautiful woman like herself smoke. This one, it was already there, a seed to blossom.
She leaned in closer. “You look quite sexy yourself. An innocent-looking girl with her naughty vice.”
Evelynn’s eyes widened, yet Eleanor’s husky tone did stir something inside of her.
“Is that what it really is? You want to be naughty? You want to be told it’s okay to be a smoker? To be made into one?”
If Evelynn had found the idea distasteful, she would have said so. But she simply sat still, taking another drag.
Eleanor set her cigarette into her holder. “Then that is what I shall make you, my lovely lady. I shall make you into another of my smoking pets, and you in turn…”
Evelynn only sat still as Eleanor took a deep drag from her holder, then breathed the smoke over Evelynn. The nicotine high seemed to double in her head, that pleasure that was somehow faint yet all too present for her.
“And let me give you the perfect outfit for your naughty new ways.”
Eleanor brought the holder to her lips again, and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke over Evelynn.
***
The next day, Eleanor brought Janice into her bedroom. The maid sat politely on the edge of the bed, staring at Eleanor as smoke trailed from the cigarette in her holder. Janice had enjoyed the sight several times here, with the two of them just as undressed as Eleanor was, though this time Eleanor was not a participant.
The bedroom door opened.
In strolled Evelynn, dressed in black lace lingerie. Stockings, sleeves, bra, and panties. She carried a black purse with her, one she set down at the corner of the bed. “Janice, is it?” she said, smirking.
Janice nodded.
“I’m Evelynn, and for the next hour, you are going to be my pet. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Janice replied.
“Perfect. Now, I do love a lady who smokes. Do you love ladies who smoke?” “Yes, I do.” Janice was blushing.
“And do you smoke?”
“Yes.”
“How many?”
“About…about ten a day?”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk…” Evelynn said, wagging her finger. “I don’t think you smoke enough, Janice. I think you need a cigarette right now, and so do I.” She reached into her purse, pulling out two cigarettes and a lighter, then sat upon Janice’s lap.
“Here’s one for you.” She placed the cigarette in Janice’s mouth, then lit it. Janice drew on the cigarette, then exhaled smoke in Evelynn’s direction.
“And here’s one for me.” As Janice held her cigarette in her fingers, Evelynn placed a second in the maid’s lips, lighting it. Another puff of smoke left Janice as she took it from her lips, holding it toward Evelynn.
“No, no, no,” Evelynn said, wagging her finger. “Let me tell you how this will go down. That is your cigarette, for you. And my cigarette…well, you’re going to be taking each drag for me. You’ll let it fill your lungs, then breathe it into my lungs. All that lovely smoke and nicotine, you’ll enjoy it so that I will. Do you understand?”
Janice nodded, blushing even deeper.
Evelynn pushed Janice down onto her back. “My turn,” she said, running a hand up the maid’s side. Janice took a drag from one of the cigarettes, then as Evelynn leaned in, exhaled the smoke into Evelynn’s mouth. Evelynn inhaled it, then blew it back into Janice’s face.
“Good girl. Now your turn.”
Janice took a drag of her own cigarette, blowing the smoke away.
“Mine.”
As Janice put the cigarette in her lips, one of Evelynn’s hands ventured down her side and beneath her skirt.
This performance continued for Eleanor, who started on her own second cigarette as Janice began to whimper from Evelynn’s touch. Once this little game of hers was over, Evelynn taunted Janice for not satisfying her craving, thus not satisfying Janice’s more carnal craving. Their next game would be Janice pleasuring Evelynn, without permission to pleasure herself, while Evelynn enjoyed a cigarette while upon Janice.
And while Janice might have been denied pleasure for now, the sight of her new proud dominatrix brought Eleanor a rush that was almost as delightful as the first cigarettes of the day.
Part 6
Two months had passed since Eleanor had finished imposing her lovely fantasies on women, making them into happy and proud smokers. Already the news was reporting on the sharp increase in smoking among the city’s women, a thought that delighted Eleanor. Perhaps even the mayor could be swayed into loosening laws on public smoking, in time.
She’d presented each of her servants with a wand like hers, a cigarette holder that could enchant their smoke. Today, all four of them returned to her mansion, cigarettes lit, her den quickly filling with haze.
Her magic had worked its spell well, and these women adoring each other’s every drag, every exhale soon overwhelmed them. So their gathering soon moved into Eleanor’s bedroom, which filled with smoke just as quickly as the woman cherished each other’s bodies and breaths. Eleanor even let Evelynn dominate her for some time, though of course in the end she asserted who was the true mistress.
Once their passions abated, the five sat and laid together upon Eleanor’s large bed, smoke trailing from the post-coital cigarettes in their holders. Eleanor’s smile remained wide as each of her servants spoke of their success.
“Tobacco sales at work are up 500%,” Janice said. She tried to preserve her modesty with a bedsheet, though her unashamed staring at Cheryl was anything but. “All of the other women there have started smoking too. There’s a new employee who I’ve started dating – it was less than a week before she was asking if she could try a cigarette.”
“All of the models at the agency have started smoking,” Cheryl said, with a bit of bedsheet playfully teasing the curves of her body. “We’re putting out a new catalogue of our smoking photos next week. I’ve already heard from fans who’ve said they’ve started smoking so they could be as elegant and sexy as us.”
“My first video hit 100,000 views today,” Penelope said. She took a drag from her cigarette holder, blowing the smoke upward. “I’ve been getting so many comments from female viewers telling me that I’ve inspired them to start smoking, and how much they enjoy it.”
“I’ve gotten six clients,” Evelynn said, sliding a finger down Penelope’s thigh and provoking a smoke-tinted sigh. “All of them were non-smokers when I started with them. All of them are slaves to the habit, and to me. One just text messaged me today, saying she’s up to a pack a day. Another…well, she keeps it secret, but I’m sure she’ll give in to her craving in public soon.”
Their stories filled Eleanor with such excitement that she could enjoy their company once more. Instead, she took a long drag from her holder, exhaling toward her servants. She loved the way each of them inhaled when she did so, the way they adored and craved her smoke, an addiction they had succumbed to just as they’d given themselves to nicotine.
“This is only the beginning, ladies,” Eleanor said. “Soon, we shall make this city a paradise for smoking women like ourselves. A place where we won’t be shamed or denied for our habit, but celebrated and adored. A place where we are admired…and where we can admire each other.”
Her smile grew as, at her words, her servants began to pair up and kiss each other. Their smooches were interrupted by drags of their cigarettes, smoky breaths mingling. It wasn’t long until they were a display that Eleanor began to enjoy for herself.
But the true display would be the day where most of the women in the city would proudly walk with cigarette in hand, wherever and whenever they pleased.