Goddesseviefade - Tiny Ashtray
Goddesseviefade's Smoky Punishment
The Lady's Ashtray
The air crackled with an intense energy as Goddesseviefade entered the room. Her presence was commanding, her eyes piercing as they fell upon you. You trembled in fear, knowing that any disobedience would lead to grave consequences.
She stood before you, towering over your tiny form, and her voice was like thunder. "You've been a disappointment," she said, her words carrying a heavy weight. "It's time for a new role."
Without warning, she produced a cigarette and lit it, the flame dancing in her hands. She took a long drag, and then exhaled the smoke directly into your face. You coughed, choking on the fumes, but remained still, not daring to move an inch.
Her next command sent shivers down your spine. "Open your mouth," she said, her voice cold and commanding. You obeyed without hesitation, your lips parting to reveal your tiny, trembling tongue.
A slow, sinister smile spread across her face as she leaned down towards you. "From now on," she whispered, the smoke from her cigarette curling around your face, "you will be my ashtray."
And with that, the punishment began. She blew smoke rings around you, the haze enveloping your tiny form. You stood there, immobile, your mouth open in anticipation of the next puff of smoke. She used you as her personal ashtray, filling your mouth with ash and tobacco, forcing you to swallow it all without complaint.
The atmosphere was electric with tension and desire. The power dynamic between you was clear: you were her plaything, her object of pleasure and punishment. As she continued to use you in whichever way she saw fit, you couldn't help but feel a strange sense of arousal mixed with fear.
You were Goddesseviefade's tiny ashtray, and there was nothing you could do about it. All you could do was stand there, take it, and hope that she was satisfied.
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