Now slave, I need an ashtray and I want you to be it. Because I don’t believe in using boring, traditional ashtrays, I believe all men should be used as one of my many ashtrays. Having you kneel down as you look up at me in awe, with your mouth open, just waiting, hoping, praying, that I use you as a receptacle for my ash. Of course, your mouth will remain open at all times should I wish to fill it with my smoke or my spit, so you will sit like an obedient object, knowing what a privilege it is to be used as a mere human trash can to a divine Goddess like me.