.....I guess this post will cover the strange things that happen in life, and how they change the way you see things.
I was 20 years old, off at university. I had taken the summer off and was beyond enjoying the much needed time off from school. I met this wonderful guy right at the beginning of summer at a music festival. A month in I agree to that just before the next semester begins and im back to the books that I will go away for 2 weeks with him to his familys vacation home in Myrtle Beach, SC.
First I admit stupidty. in the time I got to know him before the trip, it never dawned on me that he always picked me up, and we had never gone back to his place, nor had I met any of his friends. However he kept talking about how private he was, and how he had been hurt, and he really wanted to take things slow with me.
Well we go away on our trip to the beach. The first night there is amazing. The 2nd night we are intimate for the first time. I was so comfortable with this guy, we decided to play a little bondage game, and I let him use restraints to tie me to the bed. Ive always been a bit submissive. After our first time he starts talking to me instead of releasing me from my restraints, but Im not complaining at this point because I was quite satisfied.
He goes on to tell me how he never get to explore his sexual nature, and goes on to tell me he has a smoking fetish. I let him know right away how disgusting I think smoking is and how I will never do it. He playfully begs me and I let him know it wont happen. He drops this issue, lays his head on my breasts and is asleep almost instantly, I fall asleep as well still restrained not wanting to wake him.
Next day Im still restrained when I wake and he is standing there smiling. To shorten the story, he tells me that I am going to become a smoker if I like it or not, and that Im not going to be let out of the restraints until he see that I am as he put it an accomplished smoker. I of course begged him to let me lose, and screamed and cried. It did no good. Before I know it I have this gas mask contraption on me with a tube sticking out of it.
He lights up a cigarette, I had no clue he smoked till this point. He blows the smoke into the tube, and covers it until I have no choice but to breath in. The first few cigarettes that day were torture. I coughed and gagged, and I have no clue how I managed not to throw up. I felt light headed, dizzy, and sick to my stomach. I was forced to smoke 5 times that day.
Next day same routine. Only I didnt feel as sick. By the 4th day of our trip, and 3rd of me being restrained and forced to smoke. I made a deal with him that I would smoke if he would just put the cigarette to my lips so I didnt have to wear the mask any longer. This day I had to smoke 12 cigarettes.
2 days later he fixed one of the restraints to give me just enough length I could get my hand to my mouth so I could smoke on my own. 17 cigarettes this day. I was also by now pretty used to it as I was no longer getting sick, and any light headedness I felt was faint and short lived.
By the end of the first week I was being forced to smoke a pack in a day. By the end of the two weeks I was smoking near 2 packs.
To my surprise and maybe it was because I was cooperative and played sweet the 2nd week he let me leave. I had him arrested naturally.
Back at school its the first week of classes. I have noticed since returning I am irritable and hard to get along with, not to mention I have this almost over bearing urge to smoke. Before the weekend of that first week of classes I found myself purchasing cigarettes.
To this day I am still a smoker. What I went through was horrible, and I wouldnt wish it on anyone. However its very strange how things have changed for me. I once hated the very smell of cigarettes. No I adore my cigarettes. I mean I actually love smoking, and everything about it. The smell, the taste, The look, the fell, and I almost wish I would have stumbled across smoking on my own years before my horrible experience with Nick (his name). Two things have drastically changed since these events. Other then me becoming a smoker I mean.
1. I became a lesbian. Havent been interested in me since Nick. and 2. I have learned that not only do I love smoking, but I have a smoking fetish. So anytime I am interested in a girl I let her know up front if she doesnt smoke, or wont at least be willing to do it in the bedroom, then Im not going to get along with her.
So I am just saying be careful when it comes to relationships, but isnt it weird how you can find you love something you hate, but more so get something great out of a horrible experience?
So I just thought I would see what people had to say on this subject.
Can we not?I completely empathize with you SammyHide. I too have a 120 fetish( I smoke More menthol 120s-male) and while I know I got this fetish from an incident that happened to me as a young child(babysitter), I also know that I can never get rid of it. I enjoy smokng More Menthol 120s. I love the taste, the look, the erotic appeal of a long thin 120 cigarette.
I know others share this fetish, while other don't. To each his/her own I guess.
I'm sorry that you had to go through such a traumatic event to get to this point. I'm glad you've come through it.
Speaking for myself, I support you 100% in your endevours. I'm glad to find another More 120 menthol fetisher...
Smokey More 120 menthol kisses...
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