What could be better, than your Goddess, all dressed up in a heavy rubber catsuit, smoking? I light up a cigarette, teasing you the whole time about being nothing more than My ashtray. A little ignored voyeur in the corner, watching his Mistress smoke. Delighting in the way it escapes My lips, the smoke swirling and making the room hazy. You'd love to stick your tongue out and catch the ashes. Swallowing them down for Me. That's all you are good for, to clean up while I enjoy Myself.