Cigar fetish: the cut, the flame and the slow draw

A cigar is a slower, larger and far more ceremonial thing than a cigarette, and the fetish follows suit. Where the smoking fetish often turns on a quick, careless gesture, the cigar fetish is about patience and weight: a thick cigar rolled between Her fingers, the band read and perhaps slipped off, a draw held and then released in a cloud that hangs in the light. A single cigar can last anywhere from twenty minutes to well over an hour, and She is in no hurry at any point.

What devotees describe is the pleasure of watching a woman take Her time with something expensive while they wait. Every gesture is deliberate, and every pause reminds you whose evening this is. Some are drawn by the smoke itself, some by the hands and the lips, some by the props, from the cutter to the heavy glass ashtray, and most by the attitude that ties them together.

The preparation is where a cigar Mistress shows Her command, and every stage can be drawn out as long as She likes:

• The choice: a cigar taken from a box or a cedar-lined humidor, turned in the light and rolled gently between finger and thumb.
• The cut: the closed end snipped with a guillotine cutter, opened with a punch or notched with a V-cutter; the crisp click of the blade is a favourite sound.
• The toast: the open foot held just above a flame and turned slowly until its edge glows evenly, without ever touching the fire.
• The light: a long match, a cedar spill or a torch lighter, with a few patient puffs as She rotates the cigar to an even burn.
• The draw: slow and savoured, the smoke held a moment and let go in a thick cloud, often turned towards the lens.
• The ash: allowed to grow long and firm before She rolls it off into the ashtray, a sign of a well-made cigar and a small ceremony of its own.
• The end: a cigar is not crushed out but laid in the ashtray to go out on its own, which some Mistresses make into the last word of a session.

For most of the last century the cigar belonged to tycoons, generals and the back rooms of private clubs, a prop for men who wanted everyone to know they were in charge. The cigar fetish depends on that history and turns it round. When a Mistress in a tailored suit leans back in a leather armchair and lights one, She takes the most masculine symbol of authority in the room and makes it an accessory to Her own. The man watching is left in no doubt about who holds the power, and who holds the cigar.

Luxury adds to it. Fine cigars are expensive, kept in humidors, chosen with care and never rushed, and a Mistress who spends an hour on one is showing that Her time and Her pleasures cost more than yours. The look pairs naturally with the leather Mistress: black leather, a heavy chair and a curl of smoke are an old and effective combination. A strict Mistress uses the cigar differently, as the long silence before She passes judgement.

The humiliation side of the cigar fetish centres on the ashtray. She tells you what you are for, rolls the ash off into the heavy glass tray on Her desk and describes, slowly and with contempt, how that is where you belong. It works because it is spoken: the degradation lives in Her voice, Her words and the calm way She uses the tray while describing you as one. The humiliation page covers the wider art of verbal degradation.

On this site the ashtray fantasy stays in words, and burns are never part of it. No ash, ember, flame or hot object ever comes near anyone's body, not in a session, not as a task and not as a dare. No Mistress here will ask for it, and if an instruction anywhere suggests otherwise, end the session and report it. Write your limits down before you start, and the limits list guide shows how.

Everyone involved is an adult, and the smoking is Hers. The fetish is about watching a woman who has chosen to smoke; nothing on this page suggests that anyone take it up, and no Mistress here will push you to light anything. If you do not smoke, there is nothing to discuss, and nobody will ask. Whether She smokes, what She smokes and how often is entirely Her decision.

That respect runs both ways. Mention a preference for a slim cigar or a thick one if you have one, but leave the choice to Her, and do not send tobacco to anyone's address; if you want to contribute, a tribute through the site is the proper way.

A cigar sets its own clock, so agree the length before anything is lit: a slim cigar suits a short private, a large one can outlast most budgets. Because private time with our own Mistresses is billed per minute at Her published rate in US dollars, from a balance topped up in crypto, the size of Her cigar is effectively the size of the session, and naming your budget in advance spares everyone an awkward ending.

The private itself is one-way: you watch and listen, your camera and microphone stay off, and no chat box opens, so the scene is agreed beforehand in Her public room or in a message. The sounds carry a surprising amount, from the click of the cutter to the soft draw and the pause after it, and a Mistress who sets an audio-only rate can make a voice session of it. Public rooms are mostly free to enter, with tips for the moments you enjoy, and LiveJasmin partner rooms marked ↗ are where cam2cam is sold, in credits on that site. If a Mistress schedules a cigar evening as a show, it appears on the shows page with the price before you buy and the time in your own time zone.

Cigars or smoking in Her listing mark the Mistresses this page lists first, ordered by popularity in its live grid, and browse shows everyone live. Watch Her public room for a while: some Mistresses smoke slim cigars with a cool, amused air, others favour a thick cigar, a suit and a silence that fills the room.

Then send a short, clear message: "Mistress, may I watch You cut, toast and light a cigar, strict and unhurried, with verbal humiliation but nothing physical?" A tribute paid from your balance lands with Her straight away, and a new cutter or a box of Her own choosing is the traditional thing to put one towards.