Slaves are always beneath me. And my slave is quite literally beneath me, with me using him exactly as such. He is the floor I walk on, spit on, ash on, step on, and wipe my heels clean with.

My slave lights up my cigarette at a snap of my finger, and lays underneath me while I enjoy my cigarette. What a lucky bitch to view his Goddess from the bottom up, keeping his mouth open for me while I use him as a human ashtray. In between puffs of smoking, I clean my bootie heels with his mouth, scraping my soles on his tongue and rubbing in my ashes, and having him suck my heels clean. Show more