As I light My cigarette, I notice My slave does not look very happy to be in front of Me. Is it because he knows what will follow and, being a convinced non-smoker, hates it with all his heart? Or maybe he is uncomfortable, with his hands restrained behind his back in a mono-glove and his balls caught in a humbler? Well, it doesn't really matter, 'cause it's not going to change anything; he will be used used as My ashtray and spittoon, restrained as he is. Actually, I will enjoy it even more because of that. he will have to inhale My smoke, eat My ash, swallow My spit. Are his eyes getting ... Show more