I love using My slaves as ashtrays, there is something so very personal enveloping someone in Your cloud of smoke and making them consume Your ash. Today I am dressed in jean, thigh boots and a lace bralette, My slaves mouth is ready and waiting. I light two cigarettes, flash must hold one upright between his fingers without spilling any ash that falls from the burning ember, all whilst I him with My smoke. Filling My scent into his nostrils with each blow and using his mouth to consume the waste his multitasking skills are pushed to breaking! his hands shake and My laugh resonates, I love ...

I love using My slaves as ashtrays, there is something so very personal enveloping someone in Your cloud of smoke and making them consume Your ash. Today I am dressed in jean, thigh boots and a lace bralette, My slaves mouth is ready and waiting. I light two cigarettes, flash must hold one upright between his fingers without spilling any ash that falls from the burning ember, all whilst I him with My smoke. Filling My scent into his nostrils with each blow and using his mouth to consume the waste his multitasking skills are pushed to breaking! his hands shake and My laugh resonates, I love playing cruel games with My toys!!!!! he dare not fail Me or he will feel My wrath!!!