Before returning home, after a full day of slave training, I am in the mood for a cigarette or two. I keep my human ashtray kneeled and ready for my ashes. He must remain on this spot like a true object. With his nipples clamped. He opens his mouth to feed on my dirty ashes and smoke. More spit is coming too. He has to make himself useful to me and not drop anything on the ground.
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