My smoke slave is collared, leashed and ready to serve its true purpose: as My human ashtray, and whatever else I decide to use it as. I lead it out on My deck and make it kneel in position as I light a cigarette. I enjoy using My divine items, such as the leather gloves I am wearing and spiky heels, to torment the slave as I have a smoke break. Blowing My sacred smoke in its unworthy face, and smothering it tightly beneath My leather gloves. Slapping the pathetic ashtray object and humiliating throughout. it must open wide and consume every drop of ash I bless it with and lick My spit off ... Show more