What better means to unwind than with a glass of Champagne, a fragrant cigar as well as my human ashtray near. The dungeon fills with smoke quickly therefore do my slave’s lungs when I breathe out thick plumes in to his face. His mouth obtains blacker and blacker from my ashes and he can’t relocate a muscle mass when I hold my burning warm cigar to his nipples. Required to inhale my smoke, made to eat all my ashes, also those spilled on the flooring … he needs to offer me effectively as my ashtray slut.
