It was a special night and I brought out my favorite cigar. I felt the desire to light up, and reminiscence over the wonderful and submissive cigar service I have had over the years. Those special ones who knew the meaning of sacrifice. Those who were the perfect ashtray. Those who truly loved watching me smoke and knew how to keep me happy. Is the smoking of cigars by Dominants taking back the phallic object, cutting it off as it were and smoking it for our pleasure... all will be revealed.