What a better way to relax at the end of a long day of Goddess duty than with a little smoke? Of course, lush queens such as Mistress Tess and Myself will have no ordinary ashtray. We demand the best this world can offer us, a large human male, kneeling like a statue, ready to collect our ashes. He will light our cigarettes, endure our lush puffs of smoke in his face, take our spit, and even eat our delicate ashes. In fact he will savor those ashes like, letting them melt on his tongue. What an absolutely filthy little creature.
