I'm on vacation in Mexico. Lounging. Partying. And playing, alongside some of your favorite Dominatrix's. You would give anything to be here with me. Serving me. Being of use. Especially, in the form of an ashtray. Since you crave to be a piece of furniture. An object in which I utilize, frequently. You watch in wonder as I smoke, taunting you with my ashes and putting imagery in your head of what it would be like to be on your knees beside me at this pool. Mouth open, wide; and full of ash. Made to swallow down each one once you're full. What a beautiful view.