I smoke up a storm with My human ashtray at My feet, him to keep his mouth open and available for My ashes and spit. When he doesn't suck in My smoke with enthusiasm, I make sure to put him back in his place, berating him and reminding him how he isn't a human to Me, just an ashtray that I use for My smoking pleasure. He has no choice but to inhale the smoke of My magnificent Virginia Slims and swallow its burnt ashes, and when I'm done with My cigarette (and him), I place My burning cig butt into his eager mouth, making sure he swallows it entirely.

Never yours,
An Li