When I smoke, I like to have my human ashtray next to me. While I smoke, I explain to him what his place is, mocking him and in the meantime I shake the ash of the cigarette on his hands and in his mouth, finally I put it out on his useless tongue. The slave can only thank me, for him to be my ashtray is an immense honor

When I smoke, I like to have my human ashtray next to me. While I smoke, I explain to him what his place is, mocking him and in the meantime I shake the ash of the cigarette on his hands and in his mouth, finally I put it out on his useless tongue. The slave can only thank me, for him to be my ashtray is an immense honor