Day in the Life as a Garden ashtray
A dream existence for a pathetic slave. To be used as an object in any way I please. This object is lucky enough to be …
A dream existence for a pathetic slave. To be used as an object in any way I please. This object is lucky enough to be …
I have you crawling on all fours at the end of My chain leash after My divine leather boots. it’s time for your lunch, slave. …
you will always be addicted to Me, begging to be used by Me, doing anything to gain the absolute privilege and honour of serving Me. …
No – you will never amount to anything more than an ashtray object. So just stay down there where you belong and open up that …
Stay at the end of My soles as I enjoy a smoke. All you may do is stare and focus on My lips, on My …
On your knees before Me, footdog. you are lucky I am allowing you to be at My divine feet! you deserve to be humiliated, degraded …
Since you begged for it… I have a little something, a reward for My smoke slave addict. Don’t overthink it, relax. Strip down and anticipate …
That’s right, beg! you have admired Me smoking for so long now it’s time to be useful. Go on, it’s amusing seeing you so weak …
A simple smoke break is heaven for this ashtray object. I apply My red lipstick and take out a cigarette to light. Immediately I order …
you awake in My dungeon, restrained in chains. What am I going to do with you, My latest captive? Mmmm… don’t struggle, let Me help …