Mistress Alexandra lounge on our thrones, cigarettes dangling from our perfectly manicured fingers. Our slaves kneel obediently beside us, serving as living furniture for our amusement. With each inhale, we exhale thick clouds of smoke into their faces, relishing in the control we have over them. They eagerly open their mouths to catch the falling ashes from our cigarettes, savoring every remnant of our presence. As they swallow down our discarded remnants, we bask in the power and pleasure of using them as our personal ashtrays. A wicked smile plays across my lips as I take another drag, r...

Mistress Alexandra lounge on our thrones, cigarettes dangling from our perfectly manicured fingers. Our slaves kneel obediently beside us, serving as living furniture for our amusement. With each inhale, we exhale thick clouds of smoke into their faces, relishing in the control we have over them. They eagerly open their mouths to catch the falling ashes from our cigarettes, savoring every remnant of our presence. As they swallow down our discarded remnants, we bask in the power and pleasure of using them as our personal ashtrays. A wicked smile plays across my lips as I take another drag, reveling in the feeling of superiority over these pathetic creatures at our feet.