My human ashtray sits naked and expectant, hungry for My cigarettes. He's addicted to My smoke and patiently keeps his tongue out and available for ashing. When he drops My ashes or misses My spit, I slap him to keep him in place and him to lick the ground clean. His only place in My presence is as a cigarette slave, nothing more and nothing less.

My human ashtray sits naked and expectant, hungry for My cigarettes. He's addicted to My smoke and patiently keeps his tongue out and available for ashing. When he drops My ashes or misses My spit, I slap him to keep him in place and him to lick the ground clean. His only place in My presence is as a cigarette slave, nothing more and nothing less.