Dressed in a shiny black latex dress and high heel shoes, I take a cigarette from the pack that My chaste slave holds in his mouth for Me and light it. The moment I light it, his function changes from cigarette holder to human ashtray. He has to filter My smoke, eat My ash, swallow My spit. A full service human ashtray. Knelt in front of My throne, cuffed to it, he doesn't really have a choice, anyway. And he must take his job seriously, otherwise he will be punished. He knows it's not of any difficulty for Me to make him cry. I can do it with no effort at all, just blowing some smoke in h... Show more