Ezada Sinn

A Senhora Tess comprou um novo móvel humano no Femdom Summer Camp. Agora, Ela convidou a Senhora Ava, a Senhora Lilse e a mim para testar suas capacidades de cinzeiro humano e avaliar se foi uma boa compra ou desperdício do seu dinheiro. Ao primeiro olhar, o cinzeiro tem uma boca grande e ampla, o que é um bom começo. Com três de nós acendendo cigarros, a abertura do cinzeiro se enche rapidamente de cinzas quentes. Mesmo com a ajuda do nosso saliva, o cinzeiro não consegue limpar-se corretamente e se acumula com uma mistura repugnante de cinzas, pontas de cigarro e saliva. Ainda assim, todas nós ficamos muito impressionadas com a compra da Senhora Tess, especialmente quando descobrimos o buraco escondido que podemos usar para esconder as pontas de cigarro e liberar a boca do cinzeiro para a próxima rodada.

My leather clad human ashtray must be useful when I'm not smoking too; he has to hold My cigarette case and lighter on top of his head. They are in a precarious position, ready to fall at the slightest move, and I know it's not easy to remain still for such extended periods. Therefore, I am pleased when I come and the things are still on his head. The reward will be the privilege of licking My boots before getting back to serving as My human ashtray, consuming all My ash and spit without leaving a trace. Every missed drop of My spit will be licked up off My boot or the floor. My burnt ash and thick saliva will remain on his extended tongue until he is told to swallow. Obedient and useful tools - that's what My chattels need to be for Me.

Mistress Tess and I plan to take a break and enjoy a cigarette. At the House of Sinn there's always a human ashtray available for use. Yet the boy We decide to use this time needs a bit of training to meet Our high expectations. First of all, his mouth should always remain open, until commanded to swallow and clean itself. But the most annoying trait of this ashtray is the noise level it operates at. A human ashtray is a completely silent object that should never speak or utter a single sound. It seems We will have to explore this ashtray's sensitive spots with the hot tips of Our cigarettes; this is going to be fun!

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My chattel made a good choice when he recently bought this pair of thigh high boots for Me. The soft uppers stretch perfectly around My legs, they feel and look beautiful on Me. I am pleased, yet he hasn't been allowed to touch and worship them yet; to be granted this honor he will have to pay a price. As I know My boy hates smoking and everything surrounding the act of enjoying a cigarette, I am always tempted to use that against him. Let's see how badly he wants to touch and caress the new leather: My boy will have to show desire to eat My ash and inhale smoke with the same intensity he puts into worshiping My boots. When a pet of Mine has a strong fetish, I can use that burning passion to train and mold him into performing tasks that he hates. men are so weak and pliable, and I always obtain what I want.

My human ashtray - a chattel in a leather straight-jacket and hood - is nothing more than an object I use to fulfill a function in My life. As I'm sure you know already how much I adore leather. I love the smell of it, I like to touch it, the sound of it, and, above all, I love to wear leather. From beautiful leather over-the-knee boots to leather gloves, hats, and even use a leather-encased human ashtray, The more leather I have in My life, the happier I am. Another reason for owning a male leather ashtray is the fact it's a very silent and efficient self-cleaning waste bin. A trash hopper that quietly consumes My exhaled smoke, burnt ash, finished cigarette butts, and even My spit. It also conveniently holds My lighter and cigarette case in place between smokes. This chattel is nothing more than a leather object, an accessory that I need and use.

Mistress Tess and I plan to use both chattels as Our guinea pigs to see which service of Our smoking is the least desirable: consuming discarded ash or inhaling second-hand smoke. One object's mouth will act as Our human ashtray and garbage bin. The other We have put into a gas mask, as he's absolutely disgusted with the habit of smoking. With his only air coming through the gas mask tube, there is no way he can avoid breathing in the thick, heavy smoke We exhale. The ashtray's mouth soon fills up with cigarette ash, but a little added spit helps clears his palate. Within just a few minutes, Our human air filter starts to cough as his eyes welt up with tears. Both chattels hate their respective roles, so I guess We'll have to come back later to switch their duties for the second round of smokes.

Which one of the two would you like to be?

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I want My chattel to focus entirely on My perfect boots. However, the boy is not worthy of touching them or embracing the sexual stretch leather uppers. I know how strongly he wants to lick, kiss and worship My perfect Italian leather boots; his lips and nose are so close to them. Yet the only things his disgusting mouth and tongue are going to receive today are ash, spit and smoke. Looking up to Me on the throne, his mouth remains open, with tongue extended, filling up with My burnt cigarette ash and spit. he can swallow only when I grant him permission to do so, yet he must inhale every puff of smoke I blow in his face without hesitation. My chattel is just an ashtray, an object that I use and will be punished for any mistake he makes.

It's My absolute pleasure to welcome Dominatrix Dinah to the House of Sinn, along with introducing Her to My friend Kinky Domina. I genuinely enjoy spending time and talking with like-minded dominant Ladies. We'll start by sharing some discussion time as We relax having a cigarette. At the House of Sinn, the only ashtrays We use are human, male ashtrays, and the object serving Us today leaves much to be desired. he's continuously drooling, both from his mouth and locked dick, coughing incessantly, dropping ash all over the floor, and displaying an underwhelming lack of attention. It looks like this unappreciative human ashtray is about to be demoted to a House of Sinn full-service toilet.

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Do you like it? I know you do; you love to see Me in red leather, wearing very red lipstick. I bet you are dying to see Me lighting this cigarette up. I will, but you have to do something in exchange for Me: you will be My human ashtray. It's just fair for you to be useful, so I can enjoy My fetish of humiliating you while I grant you the opportunity of enjoying your own fetish. Do you accept My deal? Perfect! Open your mouth and stick your tongue out. Of course you're enjoying this, look at that big hard-on. I love to see you eating My ash and swallowing My spit, so maybe I'll let you enjoy this even more. Show Me, boy, how much you want to please Me...

It's a lovely day for a leisurely walk in the forest with My friend Mistress Alexandra. The sun is shining, and the temperature is just perfect for a little rest and a satisfying smoke break. Two Ladies, two little cigars, one male as a bench, and one wide-open human ashtray. With this nice weather there are probably other people taking a walk in the forest, but I don't really care if anyone sees us. Our naked chattels have a specific function: to serve Us as We desire, independent of the surroundings. I know My boy hates smoking, and that's the main reason why I use him as an ashtray and spittoon. he loathes having to swallow Our ash and his tongue burned by by the hot tips as We extinguish Our little cigars in his mouth, which makes it even more enjoyable for Me. Still, it's time to continue on as We both chattels to follow in heel position as We move deeper into the thick woods.

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you must admit that seeing a Woman dressed all in leather and holding a slim 120 mm cigarette in Her leather-gloved hand, as I and My guest Domdeluxury are at this moment, is very arousing. But the chattels here, at the House of Sinn, only get the privilege of seeing Us like this when they serve Us as human ashtrays. There's always at least one at Our disposal, waiting to be summoned. The chattel's trash-bin mouth remains open, with tongue extended, patiently waiting to accept and swallow Our ash and spit. boys like this one are perfect submissive males who obey all Our ordersisno matter what is demanded of him. The further We degrade the object, the more his overall service will shine. One day he's an ashtray, the next he's a cum eating slut.

8 more hours of dealing with sub-human males in this jail before I get to go on vacation. And while I'm sharing My vacation plans with Mistress GlamyAnya, one of the disgusting prisoners attempts to touch Our boots through the cage door. The nerve of him! This stupid wanker has been sent here because of his uncontrollable addiction to Women's shoes and boots, and it doesn't look like he's learning his lesson. Seeing that his desire to touch Our boots does not impress Us, the imbecile attempts to bride Us with cigarettes that he offers Us in a silver case, hoping that this will buy him the chance to lick and worship Our boots. We will take his cigarettes, together with the case, and even use him as Our ashtray, and that makes Us kind enough to let him touch the soles of Our boots; that's all he deserves. And when the cigarettes are over, extinguished on his tongue, We will leave to take care of less disgusting things, while the prisoner will remain caged for the remaining sentence and his useless tiny cock will be locked in chastity the rest of his life. There will be no more wanking for this disobedient male!

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Our prisoner has been kept in a dark cold cell, naked and unfed, for days. he is cold and famished and We know he is ready to do anything for a piece of dry bread. But I and Mistress Luna want to take advantage of his despair and entertain Our sadism at his expense. Before he is allowed to even touch the pieces of bread We threw into his cage, he must eat the dust from Our boots. his humiliation turns Us on and We start touching each other in lascivious ways, making him suffer even more. The more degraded Our prisoner feels, the more aroused We are, enjoying his torment and each other's company. Eventually, We allow him to eat his bread, laden with Our spit and cigarette ash, and he should be happy, as next time We decide to feed him, his sandwich will be made with Our waste.

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What are you staring at? It's better to make yourself useful, and I don't seem to have an ashtray available right now. Don't worry, I can teach a pretty boy like you to become the perfect human ashtray for Me. Start by opening your mouth, sticking your tongue way out, and above all, remember that you can't swallow anything until I give you permission to do so. I want you to focus on my red lips. I'm sure you are aroused that I'm a powerful Woman dressed in buttery soft red leather and luxurious black furs using your mouth as My ashtray. The more aroused you are, the better job you'll perform, and yes, I can see the bulge in your pants. Let Me open it, I will take care of that dick of yours. Obey Me, and this will be the best handjob, no, the best orgasm, in your life. Every time you will feel the taste of ash in your mouth, you will remember this wonderful moment, the end of the countdown...

I like to put My chattels in doormat position, as it allows Me to tower over them. They are so low in front of Me and I can use them in any way I wish. The position on the floor beneath Me amplifies their obedience and sense of inferiority to Me, the Goddess and Owner. Today this fortunate boy's mouth will be used as My ashtray. I can simply lounge in My chair over him, enjoying My long slim cigarettes, and his mouth automatically opens with tongue out, ready to receive My hot ash. No matter how humiliating or painful his role as an object is, My chattel remains steady and compliant because he, like all males, remains weak and addicted to My feminine superiority. I will not destroy My toy, but he will suffer for the privilege of serving Me.

Most human ashtrays have their mouths filled with hot ash and burn-out cigarette butts. However, for today's enjoyment, I will use My chattel's exposed and open butt hole as an ashtray, which is far more sensitive to such kinky treatment. An open male-pussy is also a perfect depository for My spit or anything else I care to drop down inside. There is a definite advantage to having an anal slut in such a compromising position, as his hole remains constantly open for My needs and desires. So lovely to have a hole that's always ready to accept My spit, ash, extinguished butts, and even My piss if I'm so inclined. It's definitely more humiliating for the human ashtray than using his mouth, but that's only more fun for Me.

I like efficiency when My boys serve Me, and there is nothing more efficient than a depersonified self-cleaning human ashtray. My human ashtray is covered in a black spandex body suit, sporting only one visible hole for his mouth. This is the only part of the object that is useful to Me now. The ashtray's mouth is just a receptacle for My ash, My spit, cigarette butts, or any other piece of trash I desire to discard. My trained ashtrays know what I expect of them, thus there is no longer a need to issue a vocal command. he's an object, a mindless tool with a single function that pleases Me when it performs well the job I want from it. To open his mouth, accept anything from Me, then silently swallow and clean the trash down his throat.

When you see Me taking out a new cigarette, you your mouth! Tongue out! you are My ashtray, why else would I keep you round? Not to look pretty, of course, 'cause you definitely don't. your job is to wait right here, next to My coffee table, and every time you see Me taking out a cigarette you open you mouth and you stick your tongue out. I'm not interested in talking with you, actually hearing any sound from you. you are an object, so try to be a useful one; your job is to be a receptacle for My ash, spit and cigarette butts. Prove to me that you are useful, otherwise, like any other inutile object, you'll be swiftly tossed aside.

A mummified male would make a perfect human ashtray as it never moves, just like an object. It's the ultimate method for training a male to remain still with his mouth wide open, ready for My ash, with no other option but to obey. I tend to keep them in this position until they perform up to My standards. The time to break a male depends on how much he despises the act of inhaling My smoke and ingesting My ash, spit and cigarette butts. How many cigarettes do you think I would need in order to break you?

It was a cold and rainy day at the OWK. That might be of importance to My chattels that are waiting naked in their cages outside, but it's not to Me. I want what I want, and no rain will stop Me, especially since I can use one of the boys as a walking umbrella holder to shield Me from the raindrops. I want to be worshiped by My boys in this weather; the colder and more unpleasant it is for them - the more arousing it is for Me. Two of the boys can kiss My boots, another one will be My table, and the clumsy umbrella holder will also be My trash bin - I have a use for all of them while I enjoy My cigarette in the dry. Now let's see which one of the two boot kissers will be a better human ashtray for Me and deserve a Domina kiss.

This clip was filmed in collaboration with the OWK.