Collaring

I gaze upon my pathetic harem of slaves, collared and crawling like worthless mutts at my throne. With a puff of my cigar, I flick ash onto their quivering skin, then grind the burning ember into a nipple, savoring the sizzle and screams. One kneels closer, mouth agape for my leash, while others writhe in … Cigar Torture & Sexy Cigar Smoke