Collar play

I lounge on the leather sofa, my sheer black lingerie clinging like a second skin, as my pathetic slave lies collared at my feet, his head cradled in my nylon-clad lap. I light my cigarette, inhaling deeply, then exhale a plume of smoke into his eager, upturned face. “Open wide, worm,” I command, flicking ash … Spitting & Human Ashtray Extrem