I love a good cigar, so it’s only right that My slave should suffer for it. As a non-smoker, he coughs and splutters when I make him inhale My smoke and I see his eyes watering. The anticipation of what I will do to him next makes him very nervous. I inhale, making the lit end of the cigar glow with burning ash. I make him feel it with his nipples, I pull his foreskin back and brush the burning end against his ugly little cock head. What to do with all of this ash? Of course I make him eat it, mixing it in with My glorious spit. I ensure his slave mind is filled only with thoughts of servin...

I love a good cigar, so it’s only right that My slave should suffer for it. As a non-smoker, he coughs and splutters when I make him inhale My smoke and I see his eyes watering. The anticipation of what I will do to him next makes him very nervous. I inhale, making the lit end of the cigar glow with burning ash. I make him feel it with his nipples, I pull his foreskin back and brush the burning end against his ugly little cock head. What to do with all of this ash? Of course I make him eat it, mixing it in with My glorious spit. I ensure his slave mind is filled only with thoughts of serving Me as My cigar toy.