Strapped down to the table and into a heavy rubber gas mask, I pin my slave down, and use the hose to fill his lungs with breath after breath of my smoke, even as he struggles, coughs, and gags. When I remove the mask, he serves as a tradition ashtray while being teased and tormented by the sharp heels of my thigh high boots, to worship them as he's filled with my ash and spit.
As he sucks my stiletto heel, I tease him with my sweaty body, making sure he knows he'll never be lucky enough to be the one who licks off the salty sweat.

xoxo, Cybill Troy