Mistress Bella Blackheart needs nothing more than a cigarette to beguile and enrapture her weak and pathetic newbie slave. She orders him to his knees to light her cigarette, and it's all downhill from there. With the first puff of smoke she blows in his face, he begins to weaken. A second puff, and he can barely look her in the eye. She flicks her ashes on top of his bald head and he begins to tremble. Its time to use his mouth as her ashtray.

Will he take her hot ash into his mouth for this beautiful Goddess? Does he even have a choice? She points her long, delicate cigarette int...

Mistress Bella Blackheart needs nothing more than a cigarette to beguile and enrapture her weak and pathetic newbie slave. She orders him to his knees to light her cigarette, and it's all downhill from there. With the first puff of smoke she blows in his face, he begins to weaken. A second puff, and he can barely look her in the eye. She flicks her ashes on top of his bald head and he begins to tremble. Its time to use his mouth as her ashtray.

Will he take her hot ash into his mouth for this beautiful Goddess? Does he even have a choice? She points her long, delicate cigarette into his mouth and flicks the warm ashes into his waiting mouth. Swallow, she commands. And he does so, without question. Its only a matter of time before she extinguishes it on his moist tongue.