Human Ashtray, So Much Smoke with Mistress Akella

Mistress Akella takes her place in the chamber, commanding her slave to crawl forward and hand over the leash. Kneeling in submission, he lights her cigarette, granted the rare privilege of a close-up view of his dominant. Yet this is no reward—non-smoker that he is, he endures relentless clouds of smoke blown into his face. Worse, his mouth serves as her personal ashtray, a degrading fate that even smokers would find repulsive. For a non-smoker, it’s pure torment. But a slave’s duty is absolute: every cruel act is an honor when bestowed by a goddess like Mistress Akella, coveted by countless others.