I don’t view you as a man, woman, sissy, painslut, or anything like that...you’re just a living, breathing ashtray and spittoon to me now. You prefer it this way and love when I allow you to serve me in such a close capacity. I instruct you to strip down and get on your knees, ashtrays don’t need clothing and they surely don’t stand over 3 feet tall! I’ll be lighting up and you’ll be there to bask in my bountiful smoke as it envelopes your face, permeating your nostrils and sparking that euphoric feeling deep inside you. I want your mouth open and tongue out so I can ash whenever I feel lik... Show more