You are My permanent ashtray slave. you have no other purpose in life but to be on your knees, just waiting for Me to have a cigarette so that I will use you. When you hear My heels clicking and see Me walking towards you, you are ready and excited. you open your mouth wide in complete submission as you know and love your purpose and service to Me. I verbally degrade you, reminding you exactly what you are, keeping you in your place as you receive My ash in your mouth. you love it when I blow smoke on your undeserving face, inhaling it and trying not to let any go to waste. you look up at M... Show more