Smoking Mistress - You Are My Ashtray - POV (Smoking Mistress)
I light a cigarette, take a deep drag, and let the smoke slowly drift over your face. The ember glows red. With my free hand, I grasp your collar and pull you closer. A long drag. The ash grows. I tap it directly into your open mouth. It lands on your tongue. You don't flinch. Good. "Good boy. Another one. Now look at me while I smoke. I want to see your eyes worship me. You are nothing more than a living piece of furniture. My ashtray. My property." Your body trembles slightly...
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