Just a quick note

Howdy folks,

I'm about to head out the door for a party, but I wanted to post a pic of me enjoying one of the cigars Steph got for me. It was the Martinez Don Antonio Numero 5. Pretty tasty for a milder cigar and sweet. I'll probably post an actual review of it later, but for now just a quick hello and I think my favorite pic from the almost 40 pics in the set.

Jose's Introduction updated + recent smokes

Hiya folks,
Well, I got my order from JR cigars yesterday... A bundle of JR Alternatives to Por Larrañga. Along with it was included a 5-pack of their alternative to Excalibur Prensados Maduro for free. I wasn't too impressed with the Prensado alternatives I tried that afternoon, but the Por Larrañga alternative that I had later in the evening.... OH YES! It was a nice little slice of heaven! slightly spicy, rich and woody, and smooooth! Like smoking velvet. Very nice for sure! I haven't actually tried a real Por Larrañga before, but after trying the JR alternative to one, I will definitely have to put them on my list to try! I'm hoping that a good long time in my humidor will improve the Prensado alternatives, but even if not, they're still decent, and I can always trade them with some of my other cigar smoking friends if I want to.

Anyway, to see the latest installment of "Jose's Introduction) (my latest cigar story), check it out at www.smokeykisses.com/erotica.html .
There's about another page and a half added since the last update to it. This story is definitely drawing to a close soon... I have decided that Jose's experiences with the Lady Mirsanda will be continued in a series of stories, so don't be disappointed if you don't see all the smoking fetish developments you hoped for before the end. This story is only, as the title indicates, an introduction. A chance for you to meet the characters and get to know them a little. Don't worry though, this story will not end without at least a little cigar fetish satisfaction ;)
Just remember that good things come to those who wait!

Smokey kisses to all my friends and fans,
~ Khaos

A GREAT gift has just arrived!!

Wow! I just found on my doorstep something that the postman left...
A package sent by Steph.
It came from the Martinez cigar company, so I knew it was probably one of the things there that I had mentioned I would like to try. When I opened it though, I found it was not one of those things, but two!!
One is a HUGE Martinez Eighty Five, which is 8 inches long with a ring guage of, which you can guess by the name, 85!!
This is going to take a few hours to smoke for sure!
The other thing is a very nice sampler from Martinez, that I saw on their catalog and liked.
I can't decide which one to smoke first! I want to go smoke one right now, but I'm working and I don't have time even for a small cigar right now. Definitely there will be pics of me smoking that monster cigar as soon as I do smoke it though! And sorry guys, but the "short" for that one is reserved only for Steph, since it is his gift. BUT, you can still enjoy the pics and video that I will make when I smoke it, (though I am afraid that certain pics will be going only to him. That is a privilege for sending me such lovely gifts.)
So, a great BIG *THANK YOU*!!! goes to my wonderful cigar friend in Germany, Steph!

I found a WONDERFUL new toy!!!

Hello again my smoking (& smoke appreciating) friends!
This Saturday, I was vending at a fetish oriented vendor fair/bazaare (I make some nice canes and things) and I found somehting that one of the other vendors was selling that I jsut HAD to show you all!! It is called the "Humiliator".
What it is, is a gag that has a piece of special metal tubing on it that you can hook attachments onto. There are all KINDS of things to go on it, but the thing that REALLY caught my eye was an ASHTRAY!!! It is just an amazing and wonderful thing!
Here are a couple pictures of it.

Basically, it's a bit gag, (you can see the little rubber bit on the inside that goes between your teeth.. or if you can't, click on the pictures to enlarge them) and then it has an extra piece in the front that the tube thingy is on. Then they sell a whole bunch of attachments for it. Scrub brushes, dildoes, coat hooks, etc.

The ashtray that is on the attachment he sells is just a regular cigarette ashtray, because he couldn't find any lightweight cigar ashtrays, but I
told him how I have very easily and quickly
modified that kind for cigars, so most likely he will be offering an actual specific cigar model very soon!
Here are also two pictures of my pet slave modeling the gag with the ashtray attachment.






I would have loved to be able to actually sit and smoke that cigar (which is related to another great thing that happened that day) using my little slut there with the ashtray, but I had work to do and also, that was only a display model.
Needless to say that item is TOTALLY on my wish list now!! Not something that I can afford, but definitely hoping to get one in the future!
To see this great item along with other wonderful things by Scott Paul, go to: http://www.scottpaulpresents.com/catalog/index.php?cPath=25 . And if you do buy any of his very creative and well made products, please do tell him that Khaos sent you!!

Okay, so the other nice thing that happened on Saturday was that my friend Henry gave me a very nice Montecristo about halfway through the day! Let me tell you, I was chewing and sucking on that thing all afternoon wishing I could smoke it! I finally got to smoke it just a couple hours ago and it was quite nice. I was able to get some pics of me smoking it too, which will be in the gallery probably sometime after I get some sleep. For now though, here are a couple for you.




















I hope you enjoy the pics as much as I enjoyed this cigar! :D

More updates..pictures, videos added

hello there all you cigar fans :D
I've been very busy working on my story in what spare time I have.. Here is a picture of me doing some writing on that while enjoying a baccarat this afternoon.
I have also put 3 new videos (one is in the adult section) and several new photos up in the gallery!

FYI, the www.smokeykisses.com url is down for a short time whle some improvements are being made, but in the meantime you can use http://khaoswolfden.wolfden-enterprises.com/galleries/stoagie/stoagie1.html to see the new additions. I'll be getting what I have so far of the story about Jose (with a title!) into the erotica section soon as well.

That;'s all for now.. Just a quick post.

The story so far

Yes, it's still untitled, but I have a couple ideas now. This time, since I have made little edits, andto preserve continuity, I will just post all of what I have so far. I hope you enjoy!
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Jose stood on the step shivering, his formerly nice silk shirt plastered to his chest and back and his tie hanging like a piece of wet paper bag. The next bus would have been cutting it too close, so he had stood at the end of the long, private drive for more than 20 minutes before walking up to the house so that he could ring the bell at precisely 7:30. His best friend had gone to a lot of trouble to set this up for him, including calling in a favor from a coworker, and he didn't want to screw it up. Eric had cautioned him that she expected perfect punctuality from her visitors. He checked his watch and cursed himself again for not bringing a jacket… or at least an umbrella. He still hadn't gotten used to the ever-rapidly changing Northwest weather and now he was hardly presentable. Oh well, nothing to do about that now. At least he could be on time. 7:26; almost time. He pulled out his comb for perhaps the 10th time since getting off the bus and tried to put his unruly curls back into some semblance of order. One last time, he checked the plastic bag in his shirt pocket to make sure it was still sealed, took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.
The resulting chorus of chimes sounding deep within the house belied the modest, almost austere appearance of the house's stone exterior. A moment later, one of the immense double doors was opened a crack by a plump, middle aged woman in a maid's uniform.
"May I help you?", she inquired with a sharp British accent.
"I.. Umm.. I'm here to see Lady M. I have an appointment" Damnit! He felt like a fool for stammering. She was only the hired help for God's sake!
"Why are you here?", demanded the maid.
"I told you; I have an appointment with Lady M.", he retorted, a little irritated. Why didn't she just show him in? Couldn't she see he was wet and cold!?
"You are here to serve the lady, yes?"
"Yes. May…"
"And you received instructions, did you not?"
"Yes. Now may I please..."
"And does this look like a service entrance, hmmm?"
"Look!", Jose barked, jamming a clenched fist into his pocket and trying to control his annoyance, "I've been standing out in the rain for 20 minutes. I'm cold, I'm wet and I didn't come here to be cross examined by a cleaning woman!"
The woman's face turned stony and her lips closed in a thin line.
"One moment sir. I'll check with the Lady." She said tersely and closed the door almost silently.
"Thank you!" 'Now that's more like it', he thought with some satisfaction. He didn't even mind so much that he was still standing outside.
Within a minute, the door opened again, wider this time.
"I'm so sorry to keep you waiting sir. Please, do come in."
"That's Much better. Maybe I won't have to speak to your employer after all." He smiled to himself, wondering if the maid was subject to "discipline". He almost laughed aloud imagining Madam Proper Maid turned over the Boss' knee being paddled for her rudeness. That would teach her how to treat a guest!
"She has already been informed sir, and I assure you that the Mistress will deal with it."
Ahh. So she WAS going to get a whipping! "I'd like to see that", he said jokingly.
"Yes sir. Lady M Has already informed me that you will be a part of the discipline."
"Excellent!" He wondered if it would be before, after or while the "Mistress" "Made" him fuck her. He was so looking forward to this! His cock was already starting to swell in his trousers as he walked through the door into a massive, marbled entryway.


"Wow! Nice digs!" he exclaimed, taking in the high, domed ceiling, huge chandelier and the candles lining the stone walls on either side of the foyer.
"Yes, it is very lovely, isn't it? This way please." She pointed to a stone bench just at the edge of the entry area. "Shoes off. Put them under the bench."
"What!?" he asked incredulously?
"Shoes…off", she repeated slowly, as though she might be speaking to a child. Street shoes aren’t permitted on the carpets."
"Oh, right", he shrugged. "Okay, whatever." He kicked off his loafers and nudged them under the bench.
Miss perfect maid gave him a look and neatened his shoes and the pair that one of his had pushed sideways before straightening up and leading him past a staircase going up and to a bolted door at the end of a narrow hallway. She paused to select an old fashioned key from a large ring in one of her apron pockets, unlocked the bolt, then gestured him forward. There was a small landing and then a steep flight of stairs leading down to the basement.
"The 'dungeon' huh? Where no one will hear me scream?" He laughed.
She didn't answer him, but waited until he started down the steps and then followed, keys clinking softly. "Right turn", she directed as he reached the bottom. "3rd door on your right; Go right in"
He turned the knob and found himself in a spacious, though sparsely furnished room. The carpet was almost as plush as the upstairs carpeting had been, but was white instead of purple. There was a deep burgundy Victorian love seat, matching chair and footstool with and a marble topped coffee table in the center of the room. Facing the wall to the left of the door was a roll top desk with another chair identical to the one adjacent to the loveseat, and set into the wall on the opposite side, facing the loveseat, was a huge stone and marble fireplace. The carpet stopped, giving way to blue gray flagstone in a half oval shape several feet from the fireplace on which there sat a fireplace tool set and a wood tote half full of logs.
The woman busied herself laying a fire in the fireplace and in only a few minutes, there was a small blaze. "Kindly stand here and dry off", she said, indicating a place on the stones. "Don't want you ruining the carpet".
"Sounds fine to me", he replied, glad for the warmth. Without another word, she turned and left the room, closing the door behind her.
Several minutes went by and he was warmed up and beginning to get a bit bored, so he decided to take a closer look around the room. Directly behind the loveseat, there was a large wooden chest that he hadn't been able to see from his earlier vantage point. Curious, he tried to lift the lid, only to find it locked. "Figures", he muttered to himself and continued his inspection of the room. The top was locked down on the desk as well. Frustrated, he walked back to the loveseat and sat down. From there, he discovered that the coffee table had a small drawer just below the top. He tried it and, to his surprise, it actually opened.
It didn't contain much, but it's contents did hold great promise for the evening; A large crystal cigar ashtray, a box of extra long wooden matches and a small, flat, travel sized humidor that would hold perhaps a dozen decent sized cigars. He was just about to pull the humidor out a bit so he could lift the lid and have a peek when he was startled by the sound of the door latch. He quickly closed the drawer and stood awkwardly.
"Are you finding everything to your liking?" Her voice was melodic and warm, yet with a hint of ice. She stood framed in the doorway, her long red hair matching the fire in her eyes.
"Yeah, pretty much, thanks."
She swept into the room with a casual grace, stopped about 6 inches from where he stood and looked him over appraisingly. After a moment, she gave a curt nod, stepped deftly past him and motioned him to a spot directly across from her on the other side of the coffee table as she settled onto the loveseat. She opened the slim folder she had carried in with her and pulled out a small sheaf of papers, then set them down on top of the folder on the table.
She looked down at the top of the stack for another few seconds and then returned her attention to him. "Jose", she paused. "Do you know why you are here?"
"Well, yes. I'm here to do a session with you."
"Mm hmm. And do you know what that entails?"
"Well, no… I guess not exactly", he said uncertainly.
She leafed through the papers and pulled out 2 of them, beckoning him forward.
"Read these", she said, handing them to him.
While he did so, she took the remaining papers up again and continued to study them, flipping through the pages, periodically going back to read a previous page.
She looked up when he cleared his throat.
"Okay, I understand", he said. I'll sign them.
"Just a moment. Do you fully understand that by signing these, you agree completely to my terms?"
"Yes, yes. My friend already explained this to me, so I know what I'm getting into."
"Do you?"
"Basically, you're the boss. I do what you tell me. You agree not to do any actual damage to me and I can leave when I want, but if I leave before you say to I don't get to come back. Right?"
"That is correct. Also, those documents only cover this session and in no way guarantee any future sessions or contact with me."
"Okay. I can deal with that."
"We'll see." She handed him a pen from inside the folder. After he had signed both copies, she signed her name to them and handed one back to him. "That is yours to keep. Put it in your pocket." She slipped the remaining copy along with the rest of the papers back into the folder and set it to one side on the table. "Now, I am told there was a bit of a misunderstanding when you arrived."
"Yeah. I guess the maid didn't know I was supposed to be here or something."
"No, I'm quite certain she was given precise instructions, as I conveyed them myself. I don't tolerate rudeness, nor do I tolerate having my directions disregarded in my house."
"Oh of course not! I don’t usually tolerate that sort of thing either.
"So, you feel that disciplinary action is in order?"
Oh yeah. Miss fancy pants maid was gonna get it! "Well, I was willing to let it go, but you probably shouldn't. If you don't nip things like that in the bud, they'll just get worse."
"I'm afraid I must agree with you. It's really too bad. It wasn't how I anticipated starting your session off, but these things can't be helped I suppose.
"That's okay", I understand, he said sympathetically. He wondered how many brownie points he was racking up. This was going to be quite an evening!
She reached under the drawer in the table and pressed a button. Not even a second later, the other woman's voice came through a small speaker nearby.
"Yes Ma'am?"
"Dooriya, please report to me now. And bring me in an iced mocha mint latte when you do."
"Yes Ma'am. Right away Ma'am", came the reply.
"Should I step out of the room for a couple minutes?" Jose asked, knowing that she had already planned on his being there.
"Oh no. Your presence is quite required. Please stay right where you are."
"You’re the boss", he grinned.
"Indeed", she said ironically.

After a few minutes, there was a quiet knock at the door. "Enter", called the Lady of the house. The maid entered, carrying the latte in a tall glass, which she set on the coffee table, and then stood quietly, waiting.
Mirsanda turned to her employee. "Dooriya, were all my instructions pertaining to this evening delivered properly?"
"Yes Ma'am"
"And were they stated quite clearly?"
"Yes Ma'am, they were"
"Were they simple enough?"
"Yes Ma'am. I believe so Ma'am"
"And were my directions followed?"
"No Ma'am"
"Why not"
"I don't know Ma'am"
"I see… Dooriya, please face my gentleman caller and explain to him how infractions such as this are dealt with for those in my charge"
"Yes Ma'am". She turned to Jose, who was having a very difficult time keeping a smirk off his face. "Sir, M'Lady has instructed me to explain what the punishment usually is for failing to follow her directions."
"I'm listening", he prompted.
"The first offense generally carries 20 strokes of the paddle as a base, with an additional 10 strokes for each individual infraction involved."
"The first infraction is general rudeness", Lady Mirsanda cut in, " Do either of you dispute that?"
"No Ma'am", replied the maid. Jose shook his head.
"Next, my instructions regarding what entrance would be used by my visitor this evening were obviously ignored. Is that correct"
"I would say so!" Jose said indignantly.
"Yes Ma'am" said the maid, lowering her eyes.
"And, lastly, there would be the display of attitude in the foyer"
"Yes Ma'am"
"What?" Jose looked confused.
"Apparently, there was some problem with the removal of shoes and their placement?"
"Oh yeah, that." He had forgotten the dirty look she had given him and how she talked down to him. Boy, she was pretty stupid. She just gave herself 10 extra licks! He wouldn't have even mentioned that part. He stifled a grin.
"So, are we in agreement there as well?", Mirsanda inquired.
"Yep. I'm afraid so", answered Jose.
"Yes Ma'am," came the reply yet again from the woman beside him. God! What a suck up! Her attitude sure was different now! Though it didn't sound like it was going to save her ass from a beating, he thought gleefully.
"That is the base plus 3 separate infractions, for a total of 50 strokes of the paddle."
"Yes Ma'am."
"Yes Ma'am!" Jose said heartily. "Sorry Dorry" , he chirped, enjoying his play on words.

"Fetch the paddle", Mirsanda ordered the maid.
"Yes Ma'am", she said as she hurried to the trunk behind the loveseat, extracting her key ring again and unlocking and lifting the massive lid smoothly. After replacing the lid again with barely a sound, despite its weight, she returned with a large, wooden paddle and presented it to the Lady.
"Thank you Doory. You may sit now", she said, indicating the chair as she accepted the paddle.
"Please remove your trousers."
Jose looked from one woman to the other in confusion for a moment, then shucked his pants quickly.
"The boxers as well"
He shrugged and complied, his now mostly hard cock jutting forward.
"Now come here"
He took a few steps around the table so that he stood directly before her and she reached up and plucked the package from his breast pocket, placing it next to her drink on the coffee table. "Wouldn't want to ruin this during any vigorous activity, now would we?" She asked.
'I guess it will be during, then', he thought excitedly.
"Now, I want you to pick your clothing up off my floor, fold it neatly and place it next to the chair." He did so. "Alright, lean over the arm of the couch closest to the chair and put your hands flat on the seat.
"What!?" He stared at her blankly.
"I want you to step over to that end of this loveseat", she pointed, "bend over the arm of said loveseat and place your hands, palms down, in front of you on the seat."
"Woah! Wait! Hold on here! What are you talking about?"
"Mr. Sanders", she said icily, "Do you wish to end this session right now?"
"What? No! You mean we're starting now?"
"Did you read the directions that you were given?"
"Well, yeah… I wouldn't have been able to get here if I hadn't"
"Then what seems to be the confusion?"
"I…"
She cut him off curtly. "Your session was under way from the moment you arrived on the premises, which you should have known if you actually thoroughly read what you claim to have read. At this point, you have two options:
You may collect your belongings and leave, thus ending today's session and any possible hope of future sessions with me; Or you may show me that you are worth even the least amount of my effort and do what I have already told you to do. Twice. Are we clear?"

He stood, stunned, trying to wrap his brain around the sudden turn of events, then nodded lamely and stumbled over to position himself as directed, his erection deflating along with his composure.
There will, of course, be an additional ten strokes for your direct disobedience just now, bringing the total to sixty strokes."
He stared at her in disbelief, alarm rising. He stood up and opened his mouth to protest, then closed it again and resumed his position when she leveled a cool stare at him.
"Perhaps you were under the impression that this punishment was meant for someone else?"
"She was totally rude to me!" He blurted out.
"On the contrary, she was polite and professional, even friendly. You, on the other hand, were most impolite, disrespectful of my house, my rules and the simplest of instructions provided to you from the very start. Tell me, how much of your instruction sheet did you truly read?"
"I read it", he replied, petulance creeping into his voice.
"I asked you how much of it you read"
"I don't know", he mumbled.
"What was that? I didn't quite catch it." She eyed him inquisitively.
"I don’t know", he repeated, more clearly this time.
"I see. Where is the sheet?"
"In my pants pocket", he said.
She nodded to Dooriya, who retrieved the slacks from their place on the floor and emptied the pockets onto the coffee table. Mirsanda fished a crumpled, rain-spotted sheet of paper from the pile. "Is this it?"
"Yes", he acknowledged.
She carefully unfolded the paper and smoothed it out on the table in front of her, then picked up her latte, leaned back and drank half of it before speaking again.
"Obviously", she said, breaking the silence, "you read the portion containing instruction to arrive via bus and how to do so." She paused to take another sip of her drink. "you also apparently read enough to know what time to be here, or else that was a very lucky coincidence for you."
He hung his head.
"There is something you would like to tell me?"
"My friend warned me to be right on time or I would be sent away", he said, barely above a whisper. It had begun to dawn on him that he may have blown his chance already.
"I see. Did you, in fact, read anything past the directions to get here and what time you should arrive?"
"I skimmed through it", he admitted.
"I see", she said again. "Perhaps you would like to read it thoroughly at this time." She slid from one end of the loveseat to the end he was bent over and held the sheet of paper in front of his face. "Begin", she snapped.
He started to read to himself.
"Aloud!" she barked, and he jumped.
"You may not drive or be driven, by taxi or otherwise…", be began
"No, skip past how to get here and start with the session time"
He skipped forward and started again. "Your session will begin promptly at 7:30 in the evening, at which time you will ring the bell and wait to be summoned inside. To assist you in remembering your place for the duration of this and any further sessions, you will arrive and leave by way of the service entrance, which is located on the east side of the house near the rear..." His voice began to waver and he flushed in disgrace, realizing his error, and how he must have come off. "…You will be met at the door by a member of my staff and given further instructions at that time. Any member of my staff will be obeyed and respected as an executer of my authority in my house while you are visiting.", he read miserably. He felt like a complete idiot. He continued; "At no time will you address any of my staff, houseguests, or myself by first name. You will address all guests and members of my household as 'Sir' or 'Ma'am' and/or by surname with the appropriate title. You will address me as 'Ma'am' or 'Lady M' until you have earned the privilege to address me as 'Mistress'." He gulped. He had really screwed the pooch, it seemed!
"Continue", she commanded.
He read the last paragraph. "Failure to observe any of these guidelines, or any additional instructions you are given will be cause for corrective action or dismissal. If you have any questions pertaining to these instructions or expected conduct, you will write them legibly and deliver them to your staff escort upon arriving."
She placed the page back on the table and looked at him silently.

"Do you have anything to say?"
"I'm sorry", he said ruefully. "I…don’t know what else to say".
"That will do for the moment" She rose swiftly and moved to stand behind him. "You will count each stroke. If you don't count it, it doesn't count. If you lose count or count incorrectly, we start over. Is that understood?"
"Yes… err… I mean, yes Ma'am"
"Good. We will begin now." Jose heard a crack and felt a sudden explosion of searing pain. It took him a second to realize that the first blow had landed.
"Hey! Ow! That really hurts!!", he yelped, standing and turning to her while rubbing his rear end."
She looked at him incredulously. "Do you think this is a game?" she demanded. "Do you think this is all just some wet dream fantasy of yours where you light my cigar, play a little slap and tickle and get your dick wet!?"

"No Ma'am." Suddenly, he felt confused. Yes, that IS what he had thought! And he was ashamed, yet at the same time, when she started yelling at him, he felt somehow…. Right. He had a nearly irrepressible urge to kneel at her feet and beg her to punish him, not just for tonight, but for every time he had ever been arrogant, for every rudeness, every snide remark he had ever made.

"You are here to serve me. THAT is what you signed up for! The ONLY reason you weren't dismissed right away for your failure to follow directions is that a very close friend of mine is the one who helped set this appointment up, and he told me that your mutual friend had spoken very highly of you. That was enough to get you in the door, but that is ALL it is good for. Do you understand?"
He felt like he was at the edge of an abyss, and he knew that if he took one step forward, he would fall and be lost. But hadn't he really been lost all his life? What was there to lose? In his mind, he took that step.
"Yes Ma'am. I understand", he replied, and turned around and bent over the arm of the couch again. "Please Lady M, give me another chance! I beg of you!" He didn't believe those words were coming out of his mouth.

(...more soon!)

Next intallment of the Story of Jose

Here is the next installment of the story. Still no title, but I think you can forgive me for that ;)
I started it off with a little overlap from the last one cause I made a tiny change.
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"Yes sir. Lady M Has already informed me that you will be a part of the discipline."
"Excellent!" He wondered if it would be before, after or while the "Mistress" "Made" him fuck her. He was so looking forward to this! His cock was already starting to swell in his trousers as he walked through the door into a massive, marbled entryway.

"Wow! Nice digs!" he exclaimed, taking in the high, domed ceiling, huge chandelier and the candles lining the stone walls on either side of the foyer.
"Yes, it is very lovely, isn't it? This way please." She pointed to a stone bench just at the edge of the entry area. "Shoes off. Put them under the bench."
"What!?" he asked incredulously?
"Shoes…off", she repeated. Street shoes aren’t permitted on the carpets."
"Oh, right", he shrugged. "Okay, whatever." He kicked off his loafers and nudged them under the bench.
Miss perfect maid gave him a look and neatened his shoes and the pair that one of his had pushed sideways before straightening up and leading him past a staircase going up and to a bolted door at the end of a narrow hallway. She paused to select an old fashioned key from a large ring in one of her apron pockets, unlocked the bolt, then gestured him forward. There was a small landing and then a steep flight of stairs leading down to the basement.
"The 'dungeon' huh? Where no one will hear me scream?" He laughed.
She didn't answer him, but waited until he started down the steps and then followed, keys clinking softly. "Right turn", she directed as he reached the bottom. "3rd door on your right; Go right in"
He turned the knob and found himself in a spacious, though sparsely furnished room. The carpet was almost as plush as the upstairs carpeting had been, but was white instead of purple. There was a deep burgundy Victorian love seat, matching chair and footstool with and a marble topped coffee table in the center of the room. Facing the wall to the left of the door was a roll top desk with another chair identical to the one adjacent to the loveseat, and set into the wall on the opposite side, facing the loveseat, was a huge stone and marble fireplace. The carpet stopped, giving way to blue gray flagstone in a half oval shape several feet from the fireplace on which there sat a fireplace tool set and a wood tote half full of logs.
The woman busied herself laying a fire in the fireplace and in only a few minutes, there was a small blaze. "Kindly stand here and dry off", she said, indicating a place on the stones. "Don't want you ruining the carpet".
"Sounds fine to me", he replied, glad for the warmth. Without another word, she turned and left the room, closing the door behind her.
Several minutes went by and he was warmed up and beginning to get a bit bored, so he decided to take a closer look around the room. Directly behind the loveseat, there was a large wooden chest that he hadn't been able to see from his earlier vantage point. Curious, he tried to lift the lid, only to find it locked. "Figures", he muttered to himself and continued his inspection of the room. The top was locked down on the desk as well. Frustrated, he walked back to the loveseat and sat down. From there, he discovered that the coffee table had a small drawer just below the top. He tried it and, to his surprise, it actually opened.
It didn't contain much, but it's contents did hold great promise for the evening; A large crystal cigar ashtray, a box of extra long wooden matches and a small, flat, travel sized humidor that would hold perhaps a dozen decent sized cigars. He was just about to pull the humidor out a bit so he could lift the lid and have a peek when he was startled by the sound of the door latch. He quickly closed the drawer and stood awkwardly.
"Are you finding everything to your liking?" Her voice was melodic and warm, yet with a hint of ice. She stood framed in the doorway, her long red hair matching the fire in her eyes.
"Yeah, pretty much, thanks."
She swept into the room with a casual grace, stopped about 6 inches from where he stood and looked him over appraisingly. After a moment, she gave a curt nod, stepped deftly past him and motioned him to a spot directly across from her on the other side of the coffee table as she settled onto the loveseat. She opened the slim folder she had carried in with her and pulled out a small sheaf of papers, then set them down on top of the folder on the table.
She looked down at the top of the stack for another few seconds and then returned her attention to him. "Jose", she paused. "Do you know why you are here?"
"Well, yes. I'm here to do a session with you."
"Mm hmm. And do you know what that entails?"
"Well, no… I guess not exactly", he said uncertainly.
She leafed through the papers and pulled out 2 of them, beckoning him forward.
"Read these", she said, handing them to him.
While he did so, she took the remaining papers up again and continued to study them, flipping through the pages, periodically going back to read a previous page.
She looked up when he cleared his throat.
"Okay, I understand", he said. I'll sign them.
"Just a moment. Do you fully understand that by signing these, you agree completely to my terms?"
"Yes, yes. My friend already explained this to me, so I know what I'm getting into."
"Do you?"
"Basically, you're the boss. I do what you tell me. You agree not to do any actual damage to me and I can leave when I want, but if I leave before you say to I don't get to come back. Right?"
"That is correct. Also, those documents only cover this session and in no way guarantee any future sessions or contact with me."
"Okay. I can deal with that."
"We'll see." She handed him a pen from inside the folder. After he had signed both copies, she signed her name to them and handed one back to him. "That is yours to keep. Put it in your pocket." She slipped the remaining copy along with the rest of the papers back into the folder and set it to one side on the table. "Now, I am told there was a bit of a misunderstanding when you arrived."
"Yeah. I guess the maid didn't know I was supposed to be here or something."
"No, I'm quite certain she was given precise instructions, as I conveyed them myself. I don't tolerate rudeness, nor do I tolerate having my directions disregarded in my house."
"Oh of course not! I don’t usually tolerate that sort of thing either.
"So, you feel that disciplinary action is in order?"
Oh yeah. Miss fancy pants maid was gonna get it! "Well, I was willing to let it go, but you probably shouldn't. If you don't nip things like that in the bud, they'll just get worse."
"I'm afraid I must agree with you. It's really too bad. It wasn't how I anticipated starting your session off, but these things can't be helped I suppose.
"That's okay", I understand, he said sympathetically. He wondered how many brownie points he was racking up. This was going to be quite an evening!
She reached under the drawer in the table and pressed a button. Not even a second later, the other woman's voice came through a small speaker nearby.
"Yes Ma'am?"
"Dooriya, please report to me now. And bring me in an iced mocha mint latte when you do."
"Yes Ma'am. Right away Ma'am", came the reply.
"Should I step out of the room for a couple minutes?" Jose asked, knowing that she had already planned on his being there.
"Oh no. Your presence is quite required. Please stay right where you are."
"You’re the boss", he grinned.

(... more to cum...)

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LOL.. That Jose sure is getting himself in deep, isn't he?

new pics in the gallery

As promised, there are new pics up in my cigar gallery. I've been working most of the day things for the site and now I'm going to go outside and smoke a nice fat cigar to reward myself!

Oh yeah.. and I'm going to work on that story soem more too while I savor my stoagie!

XOXO,
~ Khaos

Prowling the graveyard

I decided to go and spend a few hours in one of my favorite places last night (Well, really it was early this morning) with a buddy of mine. We brought a couple stoagies with us, of course, and managed to remember to get a handful of pics too. Here are a few of them for you. We also got some more
"adult" ones, but I'm not sure if I can post them
here or not, so I'll jsut put those in the gallery.
In the meantime, I'll be working on getting the gallery updated with these latest additions. Hope these will keep you happy until the gallery is
updated again :)

Story Teaser

Hey there folks.
Just thought I'd post the beginning of a new cigar story I'm working on. Hope you all like it and look forward to more!

Jose stood on the step shivering, his formerly nice silk shirt plastered to his chest and back and his tie hanging like a piece of wet paper bag. The next bus would have been cutting it too close, so he had stood at the end of the long, private drive for more than 20 minutes before walking up to the house so that he could ring the bell at precisely 7:30. His best friend had gone to a lot of trouble to set this up for him, including calling in a favor from a coworker, and he didn't want to screw it up. Eric had cautioned him that she expected perfect punctuality from her visitors. He checked his watch and cursed himself again for not bringing a jacket… or at least an umbrella. He still hadn't gotten used to the ever-rapidly changing Northwest weather and now he was hardly presentable. Oh well, nothing to do about that now. At least he could be on time. 7:26; almost time. He pulled out his comb for perhaps the 10th time since getting off the bus and tried to put his unruly curls back into some semblance of order. One last time, he checked the plastic Ziploc in his shirt pocket to make sure it was still sealed, took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.
The resulting chorus of chimes sounding deep within the house belied the modest, almost austere appearance of the house's exterior. A moment later, the door was opened a crack by a plump, middle aged woman in a maid's uniform.
"May I help you?", she inquired in a sharp British accent.
"I.. Umm.. I'm here to see Lady M. I have an appointment" Damnit! He felt like a fool for stammering. She was only the hired help for God's sake!
"Why are you here?", demanded the maid.
"I told you; I have an appointment with Lady M.", he retorted, a little irritated. Why didn't she just show him in? Couldn't she see he was wet and cold!?
"You are here to serve the lady, yes?"
"Yes. May…"
"And you received instructions, did you not?"
"Yes. Now may I please.."
"And does this look like a service entrance, hmmm?"
"Look!", Jose exclaimed, jamming a clenched fist into his pocket and trying to control his annoyance, "I've been standing out in the rain for 20 minutes. I'm wet. I'm cold and I didn't come here to be cross examined by a servant!"
The woman's face turned stony and her lips closed in a thin line.
"One moment sir. I'll check with the Lady." She said tersely and closed the door almost silently.
"Thank you!" 'Now that's more like it', he thought with some satisfaction. He didn't even mind so much that he was STILL standing outside.
Within a minute, the door opened again, wider this time.
"I'm so sorry to keep you waiting sir. Please, do come in."
"That's Much better. Maybe I won't have to speak to your employer after all." He smiled to himself, wondering if the maid was subject to "discipline". He almost laughed aloud imagining Madam Proper Maid turned over the Boss' knee being paddled for her rudeness. That would teach her how to treat a guest!
"She has already been informed sir, and I assure you that the Mistress will deal with it."
Ahh. So she WAS going to get a paddling! "I'd like to see that", he said jokingly.
"Yes sir. Lady M Has already informed me that you will be a part of the discipline."
"Excellent!" He wondered if it would be before, after or while the "Mistress" "Made" him fuck her. He was so looking forward to this! His cock was already starting to swell in his trousers.
(...to be continued)

LOTS of updates!!!

Good morning to all you wonderfull cigar friends! Great news! I have been up all night working hard on my cigar website. It is no longer just a gallery, but a full site in the making with links to the gallery, cigar erotica and to here. I think the graphics for the buttons and stuff are great and I hope you will think so too!
I have added all the cigar photos from my camping trip/Skagit Valley Highland Games and Celtic Festival.
I also tried each of the German and French cigarettes I told you about in the last post. Wow! they are so much stronger than American cigarettes!How amazing! And yes, of course I took some pictures with the cigarettes. They are not as good as some, because I had to do it all myself while holding the camera, but I think I didn't do too badly. Why don't I put some of the new pics here? Well, because I want you to go see the site! Even more exciting is I discovered that the domain I REALLY wanted was available! Sooo... Now it is mine. www.SmokeyKisses.com .
It might not work right awaybecause the forwarding takes a little time to set up, but very soon that will take you to the same place as http://khaoswolfden.wolfden-enterprises.com/galleries/stoagie/stoagie1.html . Much simpler, isn't it? I will be sure to post here with an update as soon as I see that it's working. Or, if it works for you before I post that, please make a comment on here saying it works.
And, for that matter, I wonder why I have only heard from one of my cigar friends on my blogger! I do love the emails and IMs from you all, definitely, but I think it will be great fun to get some discussion going on here. Who knows? Maybe you will make some great new cigar friends!
Anyway, I'm going to go to bed and get some sleep... Will I have sweet smokey dreams? LOL.
I hope to see some posts here from you all after I wake up!
Til then,
Love and Smokey Kisses!
~ Khaos

X-Mass In July!

Or at least it seemed like it! LOL. Today when I got up, I found a package for me from Steph, containing a very nice letter and 3 packages of exotic (to me anyway) cigarettes.
Two of the brands are from Germany and one is from France. The German ones are Roth-Händle and Reval and the French ones are called Gitanes. I have already opened up the boxes and savored the aroma of these sweet and strong tobaccos and I am going to probably pick one of them to try tomorrow morning. I am really looking forward to trying these out. I only smoke cigarettes once in a while, and then it is Drum that I hand roll, but these do smell very nice and I think they will be a treat.

The second thing I recieved today is something VERY special!! It was a gift from a very good friend of mine, who I will call CW since I don't want him to get in trouble LOL. Just look at the pictures to see how special a gift this is!!





Yes, this is the REAL DEAL!
It is exactly what it saysit is!
It sat out for long enough to get somewhat dry, so I have to wait while it stays in my humidor for some time before I can smoke it. I am so impatient, but this is too rare a treat to waste by smoking it in less than perfect condition. I am SOO excited!!
For certain this will be a very special "short" for the one who will get it. Maybe I will have to have a little auction for it? LOL. I also got some information from my friend on how I might find some more of these beautiful smokes from the "forbidden land". Why is it forbidden? Because the USA government has said so. Because they don't like Fidel Castro. Go figure!
So, anyway, though the cigar I actually got to smoke today wasn't the best I have had, I did recieve some very wonderful gifts today, for which I am happy and grateful. I also bought an Onyx Reserve and a couple of Baccarats this afternoon, which I will be posting ratings on at some point. I already know that I like both of those, but I haven't written a rating for them yet, so this is a good place for it.

Until next time,
Lots of Smokey Kisses!

XOXO,
~Khaos

Cigar Rating J.L. SALAZAR Y HERMANOS RESERVA ESPECIAL - TORPEDO

Earlier tonight I tried out a new cigar. A J.L. Salazar Torpedo (6¼ X 54).
This stoagie is made in Nicaragua by the Salazar family, who originally made their cigars in Cuba.


The appearance was very pleasingly uniform with a dark brown, nicely veined wrapper.

I found it a little bit harsh at first, with a very strong tangy taste to it, but most of the harshness went away by mid-smoke, giving way to a smooth, woodsy flavor with just a hint of the tangy essence. Not a very complex stick and, while not really a disappointment, not something I'd rave about either. Probably a good smoke for those who prefer a more straightforward cigar.

It burned pretty evenly and produced a solid column of white ash and lots of thick, creamy smoke.

These have been very highly rated as being "full-bodied with well balanced sweet floral flavors and hints of mild spices, cocoa and coffee", but luckily, I didn't read the ratings until after I had smoked it myself, so I wasn't let down.
I may buy another one and let it sit in the humidor and age for several months and see if it is better, since it does have such good ratings, and it is a good price at about $6.00 each.

Cojimar Sambucas are so yummy!

I just found out exactly what kind the Cojimar sugar tip I had on my trip was. I wrote to the company describing the cigar and the band and they got back to me very quickly! It was a Sambuca small torpedo size (5.5” x 46). I WISH they had them in the Torpedo, which is 6.0” x 50, but all they have now is smaller ones. Even so, I would love to have some more of those, so they are officially added to my wish list!
Here is what their website has to say about this cigar and I couldn't agree more!

"The Cojimar Sambuca cigar will fill your senses with aniseed flavored spirits. Topped off with a sweet tip, this cigar smokes like a dream!"

Considering I don't normally like flavored cigars at all, saying how good they are is a very high recommendation from me!
If you want to check them out, go to http://cojimart.com/html/sambuca.html .
They are really very tasty, especially to have with your morning coffee and paper before breakfast (or maybe after breakfast if you like to eat right away when you wake up. I have to have at least a few cups of coffee before I can look at food!)

Smoke 'em if ya got 'em!
~ Khaos

I have a cigar wishlist now!

Well, okay, I actually have already HAD a "wish list" in my head for a long time, but I mean I made one on the JR cigar site, which is where I buy most of my cigars from. click the title of the post to see the list.
And yes, this is a shameless ploy to entice you into sending me cigars! LOL.
I will say though, if anyone DOES gift me some cigars, I will be sure to take some very nice pictures with them to send right to you (as in some that won't be on the gallery!)! Along with a big thank you on this page and anything else I can think of to show my appreciation.
Here is a chance for those of you who have said you wish you could send me cigars but you don't know what I would like to make sure you can pick something I will love for sure! There are so many great cigars that I would love to smoke for you if I had them. I keep trying to think of ways to get money for my cigar fund, but I didn't think of just putting up a wish list for the smokes themselves! Silly me! And if nothing else, the list gives a hint of what sort of cigars I like for those who wish to know.

Lots of smokey cigar kisses to you all!!
Love, Khaos

What I did this weekend

I just got back early Tuesday morning from a camping trip. I went to the Scottish Highland Games and Caltic Festival in Mt. Vernon, Washington. It's one of a couple of the games I try to get to every year as a way to honor part of my heritage. I can STILL hear all the bagpipes!
I had time to smoke 5 tasty cigars during the weekend. I smoked a Cojimar sugar tip, about 5" Torpedo before breakfast with my morning coffee Saturday morning. It had been in my humidor for about 3 years, actually, cause I don't usually go for any kind of flavored cigars and was suspicious of it, but it was actually really good. So good, in fact, that I think I'll get more of them. Then, later that afternoon, I had a Rosa Cuba, robusto. That one was for some reason even better then the rest out of that box.. Maybe because it was in my better humidor for so long, but I just couldn't put it down even when I got to a little stub! See...

I ended up smoking it down to about 1" LOL!
Anyway, I had another Rosa Cuba after Dinner saturday night before bed.

Sunday morning I decided to go ahead and smoke the other flavored one I had (it came in a sampler a few years ago) and it was pretty decent. The flavor was vanilla coconut. I'm not about to run out and buy any of them, but I'd gladly smoke another one if it were given to me (after letting it sit in the humidor for a year or more I guess).

Sunday late afternoon I lit up a JR alternative to La Gloria Cubana, Churchill size. Such an EXCELLENT cigar and the one I had been saving as a treat, since I am almost out of my bigger cigars :( .

I'll be getting the rest of the pics and the little video from my trip up in my gallery just as soon as I can, but for now I hope you all enjoy these!

Lots of smokey kisses,

~ Khaos

Be the star of my next cigar story ~ What's YOUR fantasy?

So, I have another idea.. You can purchase an erotic story where you (or someone of your choosing) is the star. Here's how it works. You tell me a bit about a fantasy you would like to read a story about and tell me about you - Your personality type, hobbies, likes and dislikes, physical description (A good picture will help even more), and anything else you think I should know. If it is something that I feel that I can write a good story with, I will give you a quote, based on how involved/long it is likely to be. When the story is finished, it will be emailed to you and also published on my website. It will be dedicated to you (under whatever name or nickname you prefer) and you will have full permission to use it or post it wherever you like(you still have to give me credit as the author, of course). If you want to get an idea of my writing style, check out some of my other erotica that I have published on the web at http://metalden.com/writing.html#erotica .
All the funds from these endeavours go right to my cigar fund so I can smoke more luscious cigars for you!

Who wants to smoke my "shorts"?

Well, this idea is from my special cigar friend, Steph in Germany...

When I smoke my cigars, sometimes I don't have time to smoke them all the way down, or since I can be so picky, I stop when they don't taste as perfect to me anymore. Soo, that means that I have various "shorts" or leftovers. I wonder how many of you would be interested in having those when my lips are finished with them. It will be almost like sharing a cigar with me!
Let me know what you think.

Needless to say, Steph gets the first set of them and for the amount it takes to send them to him since he asked first and I thought it was such a great idea! (Extra kisses to you Steph!)

Well, here it is...

I've never done a blog before, so you'll all have to bear with me. I will try to post at least somewhat frequently on here. You readers and my "fans" (you know who you are!) can help by asking questions here or making requests for what you would like to have available. You can use the comments section like a guestbook or for comments on any part of my site, not just the blog.
My cigar smoking Gallery is at http://khaoswolfden.wolfden-enterprises.com/galleries/stoagie/stoagie1.html and now includes a short (almost 3 1/2 minute) video of me smoking a nice big cigar. Stay tuned for more news!