Having a cigarette break is fantastic when you have a good ashtray. My slave's otherwise useless mouth is wide open and his tongue is ready to consume the hot embers for Me. He knows he is nothing more than a piece of furniture, a simple ashtray that eats whatever I put in his mouth. When I am in a good mood I spit in his mouth being very close to his eyes so he can admire my beauty knowing that he will never be able to be closer than this to my lips. Never. But he has to pay for this gift. He knows that I will put my cigarette out somewhere on his body, leaving on his skin a reminder of my...

Having a cigarette break is fantastic when you have a good ashtray. My slave's otherwise useless mouth is wide open and his tongue is ready to consume the hot embers for Me. He knows he is nothing more than a piece of furniture, a simple ashtray that eats whatever I put in his mouth. When I am in a good mood I spit in his mouth being very close to his eyes so he can admire my beauty knowing that he will never be able to be closer than this to my lips. Never. But he has to pay for this gift. He knows that I will put my cigarette out somewhere on his body, leaving on his skin a reminder of my power.

Fare una pausa sigaretta è fantastico quando hai un buon posacenere. La altrimenti inutile bocca del mio schiavo è spalancata e la sua lingua, pronta a consumare per Me la brace calda. Sa di non essere altro che un oggetto, un semplice posacenere che mangia tutto ciò che gli metto in bocca. Quando sono di buon umore gli sputo in bocca stando molto vicino ai suoi occhi così può ammirare la mia bellezza sapendo che non potrà mai essere più vicino di così alle mie labbra. Mai. Ma deve pagare per questo regalo. Sa che dopo spegnerò la mia sigaretta da qualche parte sul suo corpo, lasciando sulla sua pelle un ricordo del mio potere.