My human ashtray called again

The unmistakable sound of my lighter opens the call with Thomas. He’s a human ashtray, you see, and I always like to light up right after I hear his voice. Then there’s the intoxicating sound of that first deep drag on the cigarette. I blow the smoke right into the receiver and I hear a deeply satisfied moan from him. There needs to be enough ash to flick onto his tongue, after all. “Open up,” I order, and like a good submissive he obeys. I use his tongue for its purpose, to hold my ash. He’ll stay that way until I’m done with my cigarette, and if I feel like it I’ll light up another and continue to use him like a good boy.

Brittney
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