You're so eager to serve me, aren't you? You come crawling back for more, desperate to be used as my human ashtray. And I'm more than happy to oblige. On your knees in front of me, you'll watch as I light up my cigarette and take long, luxurious inhales, savoring the taste and smell of the smoke.
As I blow out plumes of smoke, you'll feel a thrill of excitement, won't you? You'll be mesmerized by the way the smoke curls and dances in the air, and you'll be desperate to be closer to it. And when I blow smoke rings, you'll be entranced, your eyes fixed on the perfect circles of smoke as they float through the air.
But it's not just about the smoke, is it? It's about the ash, and the way I'll use you to dispose of it. You'll open your mouth wide, eager to swallow every last bit of my ash, and I'll feed it to you, bit by bit. And as a special treat, I'll wash it down with some of my spit, just to make sure you're properly cleansed.
And finally, as the pièce de résistance, you'll swallow the lit butt of my cigarette, just like a good little ashtray slave should. You'll feel the heat and the smoke as it goes down, and you'll know that you're mine, completely and utterly mine.