My morning cigarette is a treat for my slave. I come into my dungeon wearing my gorgeous spiked leather corset, I wake MY slave up and let him out of his tiny cage. I relax on my chaise longue, My slave waits patiently on his knees for me to place a cigarette between my red lips and take the first drag. Staring into my slaves eyes I blow a cloud of sensual smoke into his face, allowing him to inhale my smoke infused scent deep into his lungs. But with such glorious pleasure and privilege must come some pain and punishment. His mouth is MY Ashtray, Open wide MY slave so I can flick red hot a...

My morning cigarette is a treat for my slave. I come into my dungeon wearing my gorgeous spiked leather corset, I wake MY slave up and let him out of his tiny cage. I relax on my chaise longue, My slave waits patiently on his knees for me to place a cigarette between my red lips and take the first drag. Staring into my slaves eyes I blow a cloud of sensual smoke into his face, allowing him to inhale my smoke infused scent deep into his lungs. But with such glorious pleasure and privilege must come some pain and punishment. His mouth is MY Ashtray, Open wide MY slave so I can flick red hot ash onto your greedy tongue. My slave looks a little cold from spending the night in my Prison cells, I'm sure MY cigarette wouldn't mind warming his skin. Every touch of My Cigarette on his skin makes My slave wince, it has the desired effect as he is no longer cold. What do you do when you finish your cigarette? You stub it out into your ashtray and continue with your day, however my slave is a far more efficient ashtray. The cigarettes go into his mouth and disappear, an ashtray that never requires emptying and is as easily forgettable