With each drag I would feel the wonderful, creamy hot sensation of the smoke filling me and erasing my former life. Mistress would tell me what a Good Girl I was and how sexy I looked while smoking for Her.
My only desire was to please and serve Her.
"You love to look and feel so sexy, don't you my pet?"
"Yesssss Misstressss...."
"Good Girl Whitney. Good Girl.."
