Just as I prefer, my little sissybitch kneels before me, permitted to lavish attention on my divine legs and feet, sheathed in elegant nylon stockings. I indulge in a cigarette, savoring the moment. The sissy’s duty is to attend to my cigarettes and a glass of champagne. What a delightfully wicked creature, she neglects the ashtray. Very well, then, it shall be her mouth that cleans up the ashes. She will, of course, consume the cigarette when she is finished. She won’t forget the ashtray next time.