Hands restrained and head locked in a caged hole, My slave only has one purpose -- as My human ashtray. I light up My white filter cigarettes, blowing puff after puff of delicious nicotine smoke in his face until he coughs on it, and spitting on his open mouth while I ash on his tongue. Chainsmoking cigarette after another, he is to swallow each one of My smoky butts. My spit is his drink; My cigarettes, his meal. Never yours, An Li
