The sole purpose you serve on this Earth is rather simple and it's a purpose you have no qualms with. You desire nothing more than to open your mouth wide and provide an ashtray for Goddess Vicky. Nothing gives you more pleasure than fulfilling your addictions. Whenever she puffs on her smoke stick, you drop everything to stare as the smoke leaves her perfectly plump pout. You beg for her ashes to grace your tongue. Your mouth watering in anticipation for her hot, salty ashes to scald you. You here her say "good boy" as she uses you and you instantly know your place. Beneath Goddess Vicky, ...

The sole purpose you serve on this Earth is rather simple and it's a purpose you have no qualms with. You desire nothing more than to open your mouth wide and provide an ashtray for Goddess Vicky. Nothing gives you more pleasure than fulfilling your addictions. Whenever she puffs on her smoke stick, you drop everything to stare as the smoke leaves her perfectly plump pout. You beg for her ashes to grace your tongue. Your mouth watering in anticipation for her hot, salty ashes to scald you. You here her say "good boy" as she uses you and you instantly know your place. Beneath Goddess Vicky, waiting to serve her is exactly where you belong. Anything to be in her presence. No matter the cost. When she says open, you open your mouth wide and let each ash sizzle for her ears to enjoy. Every time she ashes, your palette must be cleansed so you swallow enthusiastically and prepare for another flick. The privilege is all yours and you patiently wait for every opportunity to be useful to your Superior Female. Your Goddess gives you a countdown before placing it on your tongue to put it out, just like a good ashtray.