You're a fucking joke. You want my ashes and smoke more than anything. You dream of getting close to my leather. to smell my boots, my gloves, my corset. You sit at home jerking off thinking about how great it would be to serve as my ashtray slave.

I take long slow drags off my cigarettes flicking the ashes in my real ashtray laughing at you for being too pathetic to actually come here and be my slave.