My slave is called in to worship My shoes after a long day of beating boys at the Manor. his lack lustre efforts are pathetic so instead he will be used as an ash dumpster for Myself and visiting Ladies. his sole purpose is to lie on his back and keep his mouth open, swallowing only when commanded to. I light My cigarette looking delectable in a sheer, tight fitting dress and peep toed stilettos. I flick My waste into his mouth, coating his lips in My spit as I do so. Forbidden, to speak or to move he is just a waste receptacle ................