What better way to relax than with a glass of Champagne, an aromatic cigar and my human ashtray near. The dungeon fills up with smoke quickly and so do my slave’s lungs when I exhale thick plumes in to his face. His mouth gets blacker and blacker from my ashes and he can’t move a muscle when I hold my burning hot cigar to his nipples. Forced to inhale my smoke, made to eat all my ashes, even those spilled on the floor…he must serve me properly as my ashtray slut.
