Merely an object
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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