My smoke, My ash and My spit; I will train the slave to worship, be grateful for and love all of it. This is easy to do: I keep him locked in a pen, behind wire. I will give him nothing to eat, I will give him no attention other than using him as My ashtray. Soon enough he will crave the humiliation, crave to be used in such a way, crave the taste of My spent ash and divine spit. It is all that a dirty slave can hope for, to be made humiliatingly useful and to serve his Mistress in whatever way I please.