You are not here to kiss my boots and worship my leather clad body, you are here as my ashtray and that is all.

You will not speak.

You will not look at me.

I want your eyes fixated on my cigarette at all times.

You are no longer a person, just another inanimate object.

You are not here to kiss my boots and worship my leather clad body, you are here as my ashtray and that is all.

You will not speak.

You will not look at me.

I want your eyes fixated on my cigarette at all times.

You are no longer a person, just another inanimate object.