My doormat slave does not smokes, he hates it. So today, instead of using him as usual, to clean my boots by trampling him, I poured the content of an ashtray on his body and I rubbed the ash and the butts all over his body with the dirty soles of my Gucci boots. Then the trampling could start! His poor cock trapped between my boots struggled to have peace. I kept insisting on it. I stomped on the ash covered body to let my slave feel my weight. The trampling has been hard and painful, but the smell of the burnt cigarettes made my doormat's torment worse.

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