Kept as a Smoke Room slave
You hear the sound of My stilettos approaching. The anticipation rises. I walk in the room that you are kept chained for My smoking pleasure. I take a seat in front of you, My leather gloves caressing My divine pantyhose legs. I love the feeling as I rub over My smooth nylon legs, and it makes you so weak just hearing My leather and nylon. I am here to enjoy a cigarette and watch you struggle for Me as I tease you, blow smoke in your face and flick My ash at you. Catch it, every drop is sacred. My smoke seduces you, sensually tormenting you as I exhale slowly into your face. My black stiletto dangling as I smoke, causing you to fall under My smoke spell. you admire and fall deep for Me. And when Im done, how will I dispose of it? Ill just use you of course, My smoke slave.
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