Filthy Little Beast

She would wear long false eyelashes, heavy black eyeliner and blood red lipstick. Her beautiful but severe face always mesmerized me. My mother was beautiful without any make up but in her punishment make up she was a goddess. She also wore a special outfit for my punishments. It was always a skintight, shiny black leather halter dress that could barley contain her massive breasts with a tight, black leather corset under her bust line over the dress reducing her waist to no more than 17 inches! Long black kid leather gloves and a pair of crotch high lace up leather boots with extreme heels completed the punishment outfit.

When I would arrive at her feet I would hear the sound of mothers' lighter. She would always start by lighting one of her Virginia Slims 120's. She would cup my chin in her gloved hand and bring her face within inches of mine. She would take a drag on her long white cigarette and blow the smoke directly into my face. My eyes would water and I would choke but I didn't dare try to escape from the blowing streams of smoke. Mother would always speak to me in a soft and seductive voice during this part of my punishment.

She would caress my face with her leather glove and command me to keep my mouth open to serve as her ashtray. I loved the touch of her glove despite my terrible fear of what would come later. "Look in mommies eye, mommies beautiful cruel eyes little boy". "Feel mommies gloves, my beautiful, shiny, soft kid gloves". "Watch mommy smoke little man, look at mommies cigarette". "You want to obey mommy in all things". "Look at mommies leathers, her soft shiny leathers". "Look at mommies lipstick on the filter". She would keep up this "mantra" for as long as she was smoking her cigarette. When she had smoked her cigarette down to the butt she would command me to stick out my tongue. Mother would then slowly allow her saliva to drip from her mouth on to my tongue and then grind her cigarette out on it. The taste was horrid to say the least.