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"Smoke, Ashes and Slaps"
by Lady Kayla
(Originally published in Xtreme Magazine)

You know they say that life is the hardest drug you can take, but that everything goes down slow and easy. Well, maybe not everything. Some episodes are hard, fast and out of control... A black leather glove slides down to hold a cigarette and comes up to sit between a set of full lips. Time stands still as the scene unfolds. Long lashes flutter down and there is a challenge there. The invitation for the pain of pleasure is made.

I'm Lady Kayla. Who am I? I'm a fetish. When the rustle of My leather skirt brushes by a naked slave, I'm a bated breath. When that collar jingles, it's the sting of My slap that stops it. I'm the cloud of ecstasy that engulfs him or her. Get the picture? No? You will. My question is always, who are you? The challenge is finding out and showing that person to you.

The slave looks up and there's a look of challenge in those eyes. I laugh; this is going to be fun.Somewhere in the back of My mind, forgotten like an impotent preliminary, is that this boy's name is Larry, but to Me his name is slave.

Larry's fetish is smoke and ashes. I know each fantasy has its set four walls. The rules I play by without disturbing the smoothness of it. My tools: smoke, ashes and leather are placed to control him, but within those rules I'm the Master painter, Larry My canvas, the scene My masterpiece. Every one is a Rembrandt.I look the slave over and he's sitting there with his heart in his hands and his pants even lower. He asks Me if I like to wear stockings with seams. I look at him with an arched brow, and take a slow drag off of My cigarette. I sink slowly to his eye level. The skirt I'm wearing rides a slow trip up My thighs, his Adams apple bobs up and down to herald the soft sound of leather up the slim leg. I stare deep into his eyes and look at his lips as if I want to kiss him. I can almost hear his heart pound and the subtle filling of his cock. I let a stream of smoke flow into his nostrils; his mouth falls slightly open as I fill his lungs with Me. I haven't answered his question; funny but I doubt he remembers it. I yank him out of his reverie by his collar. I shake him out of his trance and drag his face close to mine. My voice drawls into his startled expression. "I ask the questions here and slaves don't speak unless they are spoken to. This is My world and this is My fantasy. You play by My rules, or you are more than welcome to return to your dull existence."

Most of My slaves know the deal, but if you don't play by the erotic rules of perversity you don't hold the magic to hold them to those rules. Balance upset is really not an option in most cases. Personally, I enjoy My boys and I only play with boys and girls I like. Mmmmmm girls, what about girls? Well Annie was just that. A housewife looking for a kinky experience..

When she was shoved into the room by Domina Skye, a tall, sexy woman with wicked green eyes and fiery red hair to her waist; well this all made My day. Annie's self-assured attitude told Me she was new to this and it would be My pleasure to take her. I licked My lips and proceeded. Her arms were crossed in front of her and she was wearing the clothing she wanted cut off of her body. Her fantasy was to be held against her will as a slave to a warrior woman and sold to the highest bidder, in this case another warrior woman. The back room at Excalibur Studio is very well equipped for this.

I was wearing chain mail and black patent platform boots. As I strutted towards Annie she began to struggle, of course Domina Skye held her easily. At 5'10 against a 5'0 female, well there wasn't much of a struggle. When I got to the helpless girl, I slapped her across the face. She looked through her tousled hair, giving Me an angry stare. I caressed her face and then slapped her again. Annie's written profile stated that she enjoyed it and I could see her becoming hungrier by the minute. I continued this stroke and slap until she stopped struggling. Annie sighed deeply as I snapped open My blade and with a smooth move sliced her blouse open. I hooked the blade under the center of her bra; Annie stared at the shiny metal and broke into a sweat. Domina Skye bent her back so that Annie's breast pushed towards Me. I laughed huskily and flicked the blade so that the bra fell apart. Annie's breasts bounced happily from their confines. Closing My blade I stuck it roughly into the top edge of My boot. I grabbed her blonde hair in a leather fist. "Well this IS an exquisite bit of fluff." As her hair was held Domina Skye snapped a metal collar around the slender neck, locking her fate.

Working slaves over, how delicious. I enjoy My slaves and their fantasies. It is extreme pleasure.

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