Once I have chosen to take ownership of a slave, one of the very first training regimens I put them through is psychologically conditioning them to my most beloved fetish, that being leather. Leather fetish is so deeply rooted and primal, and I find my leather devotees to be among the most vulnerable and needy (wicked smile).

This particular slave has also expressed a desire to be my human ashtray. And so I take a momentary break from entrancing this pet with my leather, and enjoy a much needed smoke break. This will be his introduction into serving as my ashtray. The combination o...

Once I have chosen to take ownership of a slave, one of the very first training regimens I put them through is psychologically conditioning them to my most beloved fetish, that being leather. Leather fetish is so deeply rooted and primal, and I find my leather devotees to be among the most vulnerable and needy (wicked smile).

This particular slave has also expressed a desire to be my human ashtray. And so I take a momentary break from entrancing this pet with my leather, and enjoy a much needed smoke break. This will be his introduction into serving as my ashtray. The combination of my smoke and leather is, as the smoke swirls all around him, filling his nostrils, robbing him of his free will, as the scent of my leather further spins his head. He falls deeper and deeper into a state of submission, as I seduce him with my inescapable beauty, smoke and leather until he doesn't know if he is coming or going. This is simply too easy. He doesn't stand a chance