Inala il nostro fumo e presenta la tua bocca come un posacenere

My slave told Me how much he hates it when Women smoke. he doesn’t like the habit at all, but he knows that I do like to smoke when I am dressed in latex and fishnets, relaxing in my Castle. We can do anything I want with him. But we will not stop at making him watch; he will do so much more. I am going to make him taste My cigarette-flavoured spit and breathe in My smoke. Then, the ultimate sacrifice for him; I will make him My human ashtray. he must consume My ash, no matter how difficult it is for him.