Let’s not sugarcoat it—you’re here because you’re weak. Because every puff of my cigarette, every flick of ash, every wisp of smoke sends you spiraling into the depths of humiliation you can’t resist. In this audio, I drag you deeper than ever, stripping away any shred of dignity you think you still have, leaving you trembling, addicted, and utterly broken beneath me.

This isn’t just about smoking. It’s about power. My power. Every drag I take, every exhale, every condescending glance reminds you of just how small, insignificant, and pathetic you truly are. You’re not a person. Y...

Let’s not sugarcoat it—you’re here because you’re weak. Because every puff of my cigarette, every flick of ash, every wisp of smoke sends you spiraling into the depths of humiliation you can’t resist. In this audio, I drag you deeper than ever, stripping away any shred of dignity you think you still have, leaving you trembling, addicted, and utterly broken beneath me.

This isn’t just about smoking. It’s about power. My power. Every drag I take, every exhale, every condescending glance reminds you of just how small, insignificant, and pathetic you truly are. You’re not a person. You’re an addict. A groveling, sniveling little worm who exists only to worship the smoke I exhale and the ash I discard.

Picture it now: me, lounging back, the cigarette glowing between my fingers, my lips parting to release a cloud of smoke that wraps around you like a chain. You inhale it, don’t you? You breathe it in, desperate to feel the humiliation, the shame, the overwhelming power I have over you. And you’ll thank me for it. You’ll thank me for every word, every laugh, every degrading flick of ash that lands on your pathetic face.

This isn’t just an audio. It’s your truth. Your addiction. Your complete and utter submission to me, the Goddess who owns you. Press play if you’re ready to choke on the reality of your own weakness. But be warned: there’s no coming back from this. Once you’ve tasted my smoke, you’ll never want anything else.