Ezada Sinn

I have, for My dear friend Mistress Luna , a practical object that We can put to use. This creature cannot be called a man, his cock is so small it's barely visible. We shall dedicate his mouth to being our human ashtray and spittoon. Pulling on his nipple clamps informs the ashtray to open his mouth. Digging Our stiletto heels into them tells him to self-clean his dirty ashtray mouth. The only thing we need to do is add a bit of spit to wash all the ash away. All men can be turned into functional human objects that a Lady can use.

One day I was hanging out with My friend TS Mistress Ali at My slave's place, using him together. When We went out on the balcony to smoke a cigarette, We noticed the ashtray was full with cigarette ash and butts. So that's why My slave smells like an ashtray, he smokes a lot! Well, if he smells like an ashtray, then he must be an ashtray, and We will use him as such. Our ashtray and spittoon, he will breath Our smoke, eat Our ash, and be covered in Our spit. And since he's a bigger ashtray than the one on the table, I will empty that one in his mouth, filling it with old ash and cigarette butts until he chokes on them. And what he wasn't able to keep in his mouth, he will have to clean off the balcony floor with his tongue. Smoking is bad for him, didn't he know that?

This is a re-post of an older clip, remastered for those of My fans that haven't seen it yet.

These two slaves applied for the position of human ashtray for Our next party. There will be many Ladies, lots of smoke, cigarette ash and spit to ingest for a whole night, so We must chose the best slave for the job. It's time for a little contest between these two chattels, but since they don't deserve to serve Us as human ashtrays, they will have to clean, with their mouths, the real ashtrays that Me and Mistress Kennya are going to use now. Whoever finishes first will be the human ashtray at the party and will have the chance to lick the soles of Our high heel shoes. The loser will be whipped and will get the position of full service toilet for the same evening. It's time to see which boy is faster at sucking up and licking clean ashtrays.

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I hate it when My outfits get ruined for any reason, and when this costly latex catsuit came apart at the seams I found that My bound slave is the perfect person to blame for such misfortune. Utterly annoyed, I will use and him to make Myself feel better. he will be punished: face-slapped hard, crushed under My full weight, and used as My personal human ashtray and spittoon. Generally, My slave is disgusting, rather useless, just as his tiny cock and balls are. How well he catches My falling spit and digests my flicked cigarette ash will determine how much pain I inflict upon him. All before he is released to go buy his Mistress a brand-new replacement catsuit.

A good whipping is like sex, just as arousing and pleasing. One of the things I'm often fond of having afterwards is a relaxing cigarette. I take pleasure in a gentle smoke as the slave grovels to worship My boots, ready to instantly act as My human ashtray on request. I enjoy lounging on the couch, watching his tongue and lips polish My leather uppers, seeing his back full of red welts. But his suffering is not over yet, when I finish My cigarette I will put it out right on his dry tongue, searing with the glowing embers. A slave's suffering never ends.

Whether he likes it or not, My bound slave here will learn to be My human ashtray. I know he's not good at it and he hates it, but I don't care, as he must learn to love everything I offer him, no matter how unpleasant. When I blow the smoke directly into his face, he can't help but cough back upon Mine, gagging and coughing, and I will not accept such a disrespectful response from a slave. No matter how difficult it is for him to consume My smoke and ash, he must learn to do so in a way that pleases Me. A round of hard face slaps shall beat into his brain the proper response to accepting My gifts. However, it's just so delightful to My boy when I use him as My human ashtray, especially since the worst part is yet to come...

My slave, locked in chastity and bound very securely by his head to the bed frame, has his arms pulled down and shackled to the wide spreader bar pulling his legs apart. It's a struggle for him to do anything, even to kiss My boots as I recline right next to him. The slave is helpless, and his mouth is in a perfect position to be used as My human ashtray, personal spittoon, and boot licking tool. he must prove that he's thankful for the opportunity to be so close to Me, that he will make the necessary effort to serve his Goddess in this way. Too bad for him that he doesn't satisfy the standards I call for. Maybe more punishment is in order?

This new slave has a strong fetish for pantyhose but hates smoking. This means that teaching him the correct protocol, so he can become an excellent human ashtray for Us, is something Miss Sarah and I shall enjoy even more. Miss Sarah has very particular ways in which She uses Her boys for this purpose, so it's interesting for Me to discover how We're different. She, for instance, loves to blow smoke into their open mouths while I prefer exhaling directly into their open eyes. Even if We approach human ashtray service from divergent paths, We both agree on the basic principle that slaves must completely obey and learn to satisfy all Our needs.

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To be My slave you must understand that you have to serve Me in the ways I demand. In order to be here with Me, you must obey My orders. you've been pleading for years to be allowed to serve Me in person, that you'd do anything for Me, so accept that "anything" means anything I want . I don't care if you hate cigarette smoke and can't stand the habit; when I say "open your mouth" you open your mouth and wait to be used. I've given you the opportunity to serve Me, so you'd better get used to fulfilling My desires. All those fantasies you hold, all those hopes that I might treat you in a certain way - none of that matters anymore. you are here to serve and obey Me.

This slave of Mine has never been used as a human ashtray before, but I don't really care about that. When I smoke, I enjoy using men as waste disposal objects, and this is the perfect time to train him to eat My ash. An ashtray's mouth must be always open with tongue thrust forward, ready to receive anything I want to send that way: it could be My spit, cigarette smoke, smoldering ash or burning cigarette butts. I always train non-smokers to fulfill this duty, as I know they are disgusted by human ashtray service. The more they hate it - the more I like it. I love to see My slave's tongue trembling with a hot mound of ash lumped upon it, his eyes watering as he swallows and gags on the smoke I blow into his face. Finally, to hear the sizzle of the cigarette butt burning his taste buds as I put it out in his ashtray mouth - that's pure joy for Me.

My slave is completely dehumanized and immobilized in monoglove and chains. I don't even have to talk to him, I can see he is already aroused by the view of Me, dressed in leather from tip to toe, looking powerful and dominant.
I light up a long 120 mm cigarette, completely ignoring him as a person, but stepping on his prick with the heel of My leather boot. I can see he's in pain and go on with the fun tormenting his nipples with My red nails and the cigarette. When I need to flick the ash, I use his mouth as an ashtray and spittoon. In the position he is, and with that full mask on his face, he is not a person, he is just a object I like to use, which does not deserve to be addressed, just commanded.

This is a re-post of an older clip, remastered for those of My fans that haven't seen it yet.

I consider smoking a bad habit; addictions, except for the addiction of the slave to his Goddess, are something to get rid of. I don't consider Myself a smoker since I am not at all addicted to cigarettes, but I like to smoke once in a while, because it is a pleasure I like to indulge in, and I think a powerful Woman looks great with a cigarette in Her hand. And I also think that a powerful Woman should always have a human ashtray at Her disposal. To inhale Her smoke, to eat Her ash and cigarette butts. This is what I am going to train My newest slave today, using a set of nipple clamps to make him understand and remember what I want from him. Step by step, I am going to make a useful slave out of him, and this is one of the basic steps.

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My slaves must aspire to please Me, to have a need to obey even when the task I demand of them is unpleasant and difficult. My slaves must be obedient to My will. My prisoner here today, locked in stocks, loves to worship My leather boots, yet the act of being used as My human ashtray is quite above his limits. However, the boy demonstrates his love for Me by performing that task when desire so. It's quite comical how he gags on cigarette ash resting upon his tongue. How he almost cries tears of surrender when having to swallow it. I love using him as an object, him to obey just for My pleasure. The final act of out My burning cigarette on the tip of his tongue, searing his flesh, witnessing the pain in his eyes, just reinforces the power I hold over him. Yes, this slave is just a human ashtray if I say so, a mere object for Me to use.

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This slave is unavailing and useless even as a male creature, yet he has one redeeming quality. The slave is a good object: he is an effective and competent human ashtray. My dear friend Domina Alexandra Snow has traveled quite some distance to visit Me, and My ashtray does not see very appreciative of Her presence. So its time to put him on display, to showcase his open mouth and extended tongue, to make him show thankfulness for the privilege of being a human ashtray serving two beautiful smoking Goddesses. Being a good object can't bee to hard, he has to just follow orders: open his mouth and stick out his tongue. The slave must not shy away from inhaling in every delicious curl of smoke We exhale. Every bit of Our fallen cigarette embers will sit majestically on his extended tongue until he is told to consume every burnt gram of ash with gratitude and indebtedness. The slave will give thanks for every bit of cigarette waste We dispose within his inferior body. In the end, to punish this pointless creature, We will extinguish Our burning red cigarettes tips directly into his tender pink tongue, searing the flesh for weeks to come. Yes, this slave has one redemptive purpose in My stable: he is only an object, a human ashtray for Us to use.

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I want passion from My slaves, rather than just boring compliance. When a slave worships My boots, his kisses must be heated. A fuck hole's ass must not just eagerly accept, but hunger for My cock. My ashtray's mouth is always at attention, wide open, with tongue thrust animatedly forward, ready to catch all My spit and ash. My slave must yearn with desire to worship Me, to be everything I want him to be, to follow My orders without hesitation.
Today, My slave has three functions at once: he is My cock gobbling whore, My wet tongued boot-licker, and My obedient open-mouthed human ashtray. I use him for My pleasure, as a boot-cleaning tool, as a nameless fuck-hole, as an object to and discard. Just look inside his garbage can lips: My ash, My spit, My cigarette butts, and My used condoms. he is pathetic, nothing but a pitiful excuse for a man. Yet he’s exactly what I want him to be, and that is all that matters in being My slave.

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My slave has pleased Me today, he has been an enjoyable toy for Me, so now I am giving him a reward for being a good boy: he is allowed to worship My exquisite high-heel over the knee patent leather boots while I enjoy a cigarette. he is allowed to lick the shiny leather of My boots, to clean the soles with his tongue, to suck the tips. But that doesn't mean he shouldn't, at the same time, be useful for Me. I need an ashtray now, as I'm smoking, and of course he will be one for Me. Ashtray, spittoon, whatever I want. No matter what a slave is doing, he should always be useful, otherwise I can easily replace him with a better one.

I have this slave for quite a while already, and I know very well how useless he is. The sorry excuse for a cock that he has is always locked in chastity, but it can't get hard anyway: this pathetic slut is completely impotent. So now his only chance to prove useful to Me, to serve Me, involves his mouth. That is the only part of his body that I can find a use for: as My ashtray, My spittoon, or even My toilet or My trash bin. And now, locked in this bondage table, he has no choice but to open his mouth, keep his tongue out, and hope that this time I will feed him only My spit, ash and the cigarette butt.

Me lighting a cigarette while you are knelt in front - what do you think will follow? Correct, you will be My ashtray. Open your mouth, stick your tongue out, and be happy to receive My ash! Look at My full red lips, a man like you will never be kissed by them, but you can feel the taste of My mouth when I use you as My spittoon. So enjoy this opportunity to taste My spit, eat My ash and inhale My smoke, it's probably more than you deserve.

As I like to convert vanilla men to slaves, I also train them (otherwise they are pretty useless). Training a slave from zero let's Me do it to My liking and assure the slave will know perfectly how to satisfy Me.
At the Femdom Retreat this spring I was being served by two of My new slaves: sit and poodle. That was a good opportunity to train them in different directions, for example as ashtrays for ME. poodle has already had his initiation into human ashtray , and seeing how difficult it was for him made sit quite nervous now, that his turn has come. This time I will be enjoying a cigarette together with My friend Mistress Lilse and I hope sit will not disappoint Us. Let's see how many whiplashes he will gather before We put Our cigarettes out on his tongue and have him swallow the butts...

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This slave came all the way from the United States to serve Me, but he is too pathetic to be of any real use as a human being. his cock is so tiny and flaccid that I don't even want to waste a chastity device on it. Despite this, he can be of some use to Me: he can be My ashtray, a mere object. I make him breathe in My smoke and eat My ash; it amuses Me to make him hold it there until I command, prolonging the taste in his mouth. The ash belongs in his mouth, if he can't keep it there - he will clean it from the floor with his tongue. I know he dreams of more, perhaps even worshipping My beautiful leather boots, but why should I care, he is just an object, and objects can't have dreams. They are there to be used as I wish and nothing more. I decide I like this ashtray, so I brand him with My cigarette, a reminder of his place as My object.

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