Mistress Ezada and I decide that this lucky slave needs to learn the powerful lesson of what his ungrateful mouth can be used for. He kneels at our feet as we smoke long, thin cigarettes, blowing the smoke into his face from time to time. He must eat the ash that falls from both cigarettes as well.. but the humiliation does not end there. We decide he should bear the permanent marks on his tongue of our usage and put out each flaming tip on his tender flesh. You can see how brutal the burns are, but there’s not an ounce of mercy.
