Miss Roper

My eyes, locked on yours as I lift the end of my cigar and place it to my lips; sparking a flame. The way the smoke pours from my mouth, funneling through my nose and clouding into the air, you are captivated my the movements of one of my daily routines. A bit of stress relief. Take this time to admire me, the way I turn such simple acts into subtle seduction, my eyes that seem to never leave yours. Worship every detail of my lips as they wrap around my cigar, spilling smoke that lingers around you. Simple, sweet perfection.

There's a plastic ash tray right beside me as I light up a cigarette, but I have no need for it; because my ashtray is on it's knees, breathing. Presented to me with a Yoke bar strapped around it's neck and arms, a stretching gag spreading it's mouth wide and plugging into it's nose holding it's strict position;my ashtray awaits it's use. I deeply inhale puffs of my cigarette, threatening to burn my ashtray's manhood & body parts, as a material item has no use for trivial things such as a cock. Blowing puffs of smoke directly into the eyes of the ashtray, once I've built up my ash I drop it into it's mouth, forming quite a pile. Once I've finished one cigarette, I drop the bud into it's mouth to join the pile of ashes and strike up another, sending more smoke cloud's into my ashtray's dry eyes. What once was a man, is now dehumanized into something more useful, a human ashtray to serve.

I've decided to ditch the plastic, and let you my slave; take the role of being my ashtray. You will kneel before me as I enjoy a cigarette on the porch, mouth wide open, tongue out, eagerly awaiting your bitter treat. Neighbors walking their pets, checking their mail gawk as they witness me dump ash, after ash from my burning cigarette down your throat; shocked that you obediently not dare retreat your collecting tongue back into your mouth. This is a privilege, I've given you a purpose, perhaps if you continue opening wide like a good boy; I won't snub out my cigarette on your tender tongue. I wouldn't count on that though.

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It feels so good to sit back, and enjoy smoke pouring from my lips after a long day. You are eagerly at my feet, awaiting my attention, for an utter of a command so that you may feel useful; but I pay you no mind as I inhale. You watch in a trance, as my lips send o's of smoke into the air, before words leave my lips, softly speaking to myself. " Like dominios they fall, crashing under my methods of seduction ." the weight of the words lingering in your ears, your eyes locked onto all of my manipulations of smoke, as my own eyes show you no contact; no interest. " I wonder if they realize, how easy, ,simple, pathetic, small; how minuscule I find them all to be . For all Smoking clips click Here