Having failed miserably in cleaning his Goddesses magnificent leather boots, Goddess Tangent decides to allow her gimp an opportunity for redemption, with a much simpler task that even he can not fuck up. Or can he?

Still hooded, blindfolded and bound in wrist to thigh restraints, her gimp must now endure the humiliation of an ashtray muzzle locked onto his face. He cannot see, he cannot speak, he cannot move. All he can do is kneel before his Goddess and be her human ashtray. An object. A piece of furniture. Seemingly simple enough.

If he fails to catch every ash that God...

Having failed miserably in cleaning his Goddesses magnificent leather boots, Goddess Tangent decides to allow her gimp an opportunity for redemption, with a much simpler task that even he can not fuck up. Or can he?

Still hooded, blindfolded and bound in wrist to thigh restraints, her gimp must now endure the humiliation of an ashtray muzzle locked onto his face. He cannot see, he cannot speak, he cannot move. All he can do is kneel before his Goddess and be her human ashtray. An object. A piece of furniture. Seemingly simple enough.

If he fails to catch every ash that Goddess Tangent flicks his way, a swift and severe punishment will immediately follow. Not so surprisingly, he seems to be having difficulty holding his head up straight, and Tangent is quick to grab him firmly by the chin and reposition him properly. A few swift slaps to his face serve to reinforce her position of ultimate authority.

This fool should be thankful that Goddess Tangent is generous enough to even allow him a second chance to find something he can do to be useful to her. He is now her official Smoke Gimp!