A cigar in one hand and a riding crop in the other, the dominant smoker commands her bound lover to watch as she enjoys her stogie, the cherry glowing like the embers of her desire. She traces the tip of the cigar along his chest, leaving trails of ash and anticipation. With each puff, she grows more dominant, using the smoke to obscure her actions before delivering sudden, thrilling impacts with the crop. The room fills with the scent of tobacco and the sound of their mutual pleasure.