I've always been into a variety of kinks and consider myself knowledgeable about plenty of others however there are a few aspects of BDSM that I had not fully explored that was until I started talking to Daddy.
Daddy and I had been friends for sometime. We would chat almost daily, talk about various mundane life things but what really got us chatty was when we would talk about things I wanted to explore. Finally he offered to help explore some of my submission and some kinks I had been dying try. Needless to say my dick twitched at the thought.
I guess you could say I'm a big boy, 6'1 240 shaved head, beard and cool blue eyes. My thick body, built by years of rugby, is covered in light brown fur that glistens when its covered sweat. Daddy, on the other hand in the opposite. He stands about 5'10, thin with fur in all the right places.
We were talking one day and got on subject of cigar play. The idea of being an ashtray for someone had started to turn me on. So I brought it up in one of our conversations. Daddy was more than happy to oblige and we decided on a weekend when this would take place. In the same conversation we also talked about what it meant to be a boy. I've never identified as such so I was littler wear but Daddy said he would guide and teach me to be a boy for him and that is what was most important that weekend. That I didn't need to focus on what other boys were doing but to focus on him. That gave me a sigh of relief and Daddy said if I were good I would get a reward. I could only wonder what that would be.
Daddy loves his cigars. Its not a weekend with him if didn't smoke at least 1 80 ring with a glass of scotch. Before we decided that I would be his ashtray for a weekend, it was common to find us drinking and smoking together.
After weeks of talk the weekend was finally here. I packed my bag, some of my best gear and made my way to our destination. We were going to meet at a regional event so I knew that being his ash tray in public would probably turn a few heads, I didn't care, I was there to serve Daddy that weekend and he was my focus.
I made it to the bar dressed in my kilt boots and vest and waited on Daddy. I opened my tab, made sure to tell the bartender that one other person would be allowed to put drinks on my tab and I gave him Daddy's name. I sent a text to Daddy telling him as such and he simply responded with "Good boy". Every time he sent just that my dick twitched and I smiled. I was more than ready for this.
When Daddy arrived he asked me if I remembered what we had agreed too as our protocols for the weekend since we were testing the waters of my submission I recited them back in order.
- Always be by his side unless instructed otherwise. If standing behind his right shoulder, if kneeling at his right side. 2) I would refer to him as Daddy only that weekend and not by name. He would refer to me as boy all weekend and not my name. 3) Any infractions in protocol would result in cum control.
He smiled real big and said "Good boy." He asked me to grab him a drink and meet him outside. I replied with a "Yes Daddy.
I walked outside with our drinks and took moment to breathe in what I was seeing. I saw another boy lighting Daddy's cigar. I didn't know how to do that , yet so I was fine with it but it caused a bit of a fire in my belly. That's my Daddy, I should be doing that. I shook that thought from my head and focused on him. His black hair cut short to his head, his beard so full and soft, in this light I could see his blue green eyes as they caught the light. His bare chest under his vest showing off is chest hair, tight blue jeans with a noticeable bulge and his Wesco boots. God, I loved these boots. They laced with hooks up the front and hit him just below his knee. He was also wearing his smoking gloves, black soft leather that smelled of cigars, it was intoxicating. I was lost in thought with my cock getting hard when he waved me down
I walked over to him and set our drinks down, his scotch and my whiskey. He looked and said "Down"
I dropped to my knees at his right side and he passed me my drink. The table we were at had a small ledge that most used as a rest. I set my drink there. He put his hand on my shoulder and looked down at me. My cock got rock hard under my kilt. I felt like this where I belonged. Crotch level at Daddy's side. He was talking with others as I sat there, content to just be in the space with him. He then tapped my shoulder asked me if I was ready for my first tastes of ash. I nodded my head and he instructed me to straddle his right boot and look up at him. I positioned my self over his boot, the head of my cock on the toe. I was dripping pre-cum and I was sure I was going to get in trouble for leaking on his Wescos but I didn't care. I looked up at him as ashed into the glove and lowered it to me. "Whenever your ready boy."
I grabbed his wrist and licked the ash. It had little taste and I could taste more of the leather conditioner his used on his gloves. The combination of me being on my knees, the taste of ash and leather and smell of him drove me into a frenzy and I quickly licked and ate the rest of the ash like a seasoned, greedy ash pig. When I was done Daddy smiled, looked at me with his blue-green eyes and said "How was your first taste of ash boy?"
My only response was a head nod. I couldn't find the words to explain to him that it wasn't it just the ash, it was him the whole package. We got some hollers and fuck yeahs from the crowd as they watched. He continued to smoke with me straddling his boot ready and waiting for the next time he had to ash. I thought I would be hand fed all night but Daddy had other plans.
The next time he ashed, he told me to open up and look at him. He lowered his stogie to just above my mouth and ashed directly from the cigar. I almost lost my load all over his boot when he did that and I moaned as I swallowed it down hungrily.
He alternated back and forth between feeding me and ashing directly in my mouth. Each time I got closer and closer to cumming. My cock was rock hard the whole time leaking pre-cum like faucet.
When he was ready for the last ash asked me to go back to his side. I did as I was told and he looked down at his boot, and saw the puddle of precum that I had left. He grinned that grin that told me he had an idea and I was going to enjoy it. He then leaned down and ashed directly on his boot and my puddle of precum. He instructed me to clean his boot. I looked at the pile of ash on top of my own pre cum. I don't know what came over me. I dove on it like a quarterback running in for a touch down. I licked up the ash, my pre cum and continued to give his boot a through tongue bath, panting like a dog in heat the whole time. Daddy rubbed his cock through his jeans, which I could tell, was rock hard and had a wet spot on them. When I was done I looked up at him, he smiled, leaned down, kissed me and said "You've been such a good boy, tonight you will get a reward." We left the bar, went back to the hotel room where I was shivering with the anticipation of the reward to come.