As a true Dominant Sadist, I revel in my ability to corrupt my slaves. To them, train them to take whatever unpleasantries I choose to bestow upon them. My will be done, and all that! Ha Ha! With this young and extremely malleable piece of slave meat, it is my objective to turn him into my human spittoon and air purifier. Quite a lofty position for a pathetic lave, dont you agree? But no matter the challenge, I always win. Its what I do.

So I restrain my victim to my bondage table and I pounce upon him full weight. Pinning him down, unable to even think of getting away. I then ligh...

As a true Dominant Sadist, I revel in my ability to corrupt my slaves. To them, train them to take whatever unpleasantries I choose to bestow upon them. My will be done, and all that! Ha Ha! With this young and extremely malleable piece of slave meat, it is my objective to turn him into my human spittoon and air purifier. Quite a lofty position for a pathetic lave, dont you agree? But no matter the challenge, I always win. Its what I do.

So I restrain my victim to my bondage table and I pounce upon him full weight. Pinning him down, unable to even think of getting away. I then light up and him to inhale my seductive second hand smoke. The huge clouds of billowing smoke engulf him, as I command him to breath it all in. He coughs, he chokes, he attempts to turn away. All for naught. I simply grab him by his hair, chin or throat, and I my smoke upon him again and again and again.

Systematically, I train him to my whims. Relentlessly, I my smoke down his lungs, as if injecting heroine into his veins. I prop open his mouth and flick my hot ash down his gullet. It is futile to resist. His demise is inevitable. By the time I am done with him, he will be begging for his next opportunity to ingest my sweet tar and nicotine. Has Ha! As I said, I always win.