The Diaries of Ayesha

It was nearing the end of the day and I sat on a bench overlooking the harbor relaxing. Mistress Minx was attending a convention of investment bankers in Providence, and I was waiting for her to finish her session, so that I could escort her to dinner.

As I sat watching the harbor lights start to twinkle on , a young woman dressed in a black leather coat ,sat down on the bench next to me.

She took out a cigarette and fumbled for her lighter. I don't smoke myself, but I always carry a box of matches in my vest, so I lit it for her.

She blew out smoke in a lazy puff and thanked me politely.

I found myself watching her out of the corner of my eye as she smoked. Her movements were slow and sensuous and I found myself fascinated by the smoke as it twisted its way into the twilight sky.

"You can watch me if you like.", she said without looking at me.

I blushed at being found out and apologized for my spying on her.

"Don't apologize. Many men like to watch me smoke."

She blew out a perfect smoke ring to punctuate her statement, then poked a red painted fingernail through it.

I found myself almost hypnotized by her motions. The glowing tip of the cigarette moved like a small star crossing the sky as I watched.

The smoke trickled from her mouth like fog across a meadow and dispersed into the gathering gloom.

"Why don't you kneel in front of me and watch?", she asked in a quiet tone.

Almost as if in a dream I complied with her suggestion. I'm not sure why, it just seemed a reasonable thing to do.

She finished her cigarette and tamped the butt out, then withdrew a long slim cigar from her bag and lit it .

The flare of the lighter broke the darkness as the lights along the promenade came on softly filling the shadows that had settled around us.

The smoke from the cigar eddied in the gentle breeze from the water and formed a halo around her head.

I watched in silence as her red lips encircled the tip of the long slender cylinder, and the flow of smoke out of her mouth, thick and fragrant.

I found myself becoming aroused by it. I knew the symbolism, but deep inside it made no difference. I pictured those lips around something else and the smoke , well.......

I was glad it was dark enough to hide my blushing. Or I thought it was anyway.

"I know what you are thinking. You are a nasty minded little boy aren't you?", she said teasingly.

"Yes.....Mistress.", I said casting my eyes down.

"And who owns you?", she said blowing smoke down towards me.

"I am owned by Mistress Minx.", I confessed.

"And does she know you are here?", was the next question.

"Yes. She told me to wait for her here."

"Look at me.", was the quiet command.

Her eyes held a hint of mischief as I looked into her face.

"And what would she do if she knew you were kneeling in front of another woman?"

I considered my answer carefully before speaking.

"She would ask if I was giving the woman pleasure with my service to her.", I said.

She laughed , exhausting short puffs of smoke in the process.

"A little bit of ego. I like that. Better than a groveling animal anyway. Does she smoke?", she said examining the ash on her cigar.

"No Mistress. Neither do I."

She looked at me and smiled, an evil smile.

"Then she's going to smell the smoke on you and wonder what you've been doing."

I hadn't thought about that. And Minx was sure to notice. I was in deep dog flop.

Oh well, it could be worse.

"And what are you doing there Michael?", I heard Minx ask from behind me.

It's worse.

"He was just admiring me.", the young lady said. "I'm an artist with smoke and light"

I started to rise but was stopped by Minx's sharp command to stay.

"Thank you for keeping him amused. He bores so easily", Minx explained." Michael, kiss her boots and thank her for her time."

I kissed the boots the young woman was wearing, and thanked her for her interest in me.

"You might be interesting to play with sometime. Perhaps we will meet again.", she said. with that she rose from the bench and with a polite nod to Minx, walked away down the sidewalk leaving me in a distinct predicament.

"Now Michael, we will discuss this later. But first I have a bath with very hot water and strong soap planned for you. Come along.", Minx declared.

And as I followed Minx to my fate like a small child who has played in the dirt too long, I heard in the back of my mind "Smoke on the Water".

Sections 8 and 9