When a Mistress of such an elevated status as I seek a slave to do my bidding, I often find myself inundated with so much competition. Such is the case when no less than four subjects seek to serve as my ashtray slave. Dressed in my favorite lace and corset outfit, four worthless males clad in harnesses and leashes kneel beneath me, each yearning to show that they are most worthy of my . After lighting my cigarette, I remind the first slave of his place beneath me by blowing a long stream of smoke into his face.

After I flick my ashes into his mouth, I move onto the next,... Show more