What a good boy you are.. bringing me and being by my feet all day. Your reward will be that you're allowed to sit and watch me smoke. I gently lull you in with my eyes, tracing the rim of the glass with my delicate finger. Yoou're head spins as I bring the cigarette up to my soft lips. Igniting a fire in you and to my long cigarette, brings you to a deep space of servitude. Yearning to hold my ashtray while I stare down into your very soul. Clouds of smoke wash over you and I blow a few choice puffs into your obidient face. Such a good boy you are. I gently open my legs and place the ashtr... Show more