I want to smoke a cigarette. And the slave kneeling next to me is waiting for nothing but to be useful. He will be my human ashtray, blindfolded and in chastity. He will not have to see, but to feel. Feel my smoke on my face, the scent of the leather I’m wearing, the taste of leggings and boots, the ash falling into his tongue, the cigarette going out, my hands feeling his full balls, the sound of the key of the cage and the sound of my heels when I walk away leaving him in that position…

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