Turned into My ashtray
I decide how I will make use of you. Get on your knees and obey My commands, stroke away as you dream of worshiping Me. …
I decide how I will make use of you. Get on your knees and obey My commands, stroke away as you dream of worshiping Me. …
you exist to serve Me as My personal human ashtray. My shiny PVC clad curves and pantyhose legs tease you as you grovel before Me. …
Part 2 – Continued from “Owned Boot slave” After having My boots shined by slave, I order it to crawl to fetch My cigarettes. males are …
you are nothing but a waste bin, a disgusting and unworthy thing I use to discard My cigarette ash and butts. you are not even …
you are My human experiment today, in captivity and tied up helplessly. I am running a test on you with My cigarette laced with poison. …
you are nothing but an ashtray to Me. That’s the only way I allow you to serve Me. you get the best view from under …
I have decided to take your services to the next level, ashtray slave. you are a piece of meat to be used and pimped out …
It’s your lucky day, slave boy. I am taking you on an outing for a walk in the forest at the end of your leash. …
male’s tongues make the best ashtrays. A smoke slave kneels with My cigarettes and lighter held out awaiting the snap of My finger. Carefully, smoke …
you have never felt so utterly in lust, craving to be even a mere waste receptacle for the Mistress in Red. Don’t think, simply obey. …