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... Show more