It was a usual afternoon, I was browsing the web with My newest slave at My feet, kissing and worshiping them. I was pleased by his attitude, he was proving to be a slave worthy of My attention.
I am in the mood for a cigarette, and My slave will have to be My human ashtray. I know he has no experience as a human astray, so I will train him. First of all he has to learn to breathe My smoke without coughing. Everything coming out of My mouth should be like sacred for him. Then he has to learn to keep his tongue out in such a way that I can flick My ash on it. This proves a little diffic... Show more