“So, slave,” I begin as my slave kneels before me on his leash with his hands bound behind his back. “You know what you’re going to be?” I ask. “Yes, mistress,” he replies. “What?” I question him. “Your ashtray,” he answers. I make him open his mouth and tell him he can’t close it until I say he can. I light a cigarette and enjoy the sweet nicotine as I blow smoke in his face. I make him stick out his tongue and spit on it before blowing even more smoke at him. I ash my cigarette in his mouth and make him swallow them as I continue blowing smoke directly in his face. Slaves always make the best ashtrays!
