Imagine the slave’s reaction if he could see us in our skintight latex suits. His restraint would surely burst the rubber prison enveloping him, leaving him fully exposed. But alas, he is tightly swathed and cut off from the outside world. At our mercy, he is connected to us only through a funnel and a rubber tube in his mouth.
It’s time for a cigarette with Carmen Fire! Of course, the ash and smoke will make their way into the funnel. To assist him, I spit into it, ensuring the slave can swallow the ashes more easily. Once he has finished his duty as an ashtray, it’s time for him to serve as a toilet. I pee my urine through the funnel, directly into his waiting mouth. He must demonstrate his obedience by swallowing quickly, for there is no escape.