Tongue Clamping Ashtray – Far To The Little Mouth
I recline in my velvet chair, exhaling smoke into the dim air, my inked arm glistening as I dangle the gleaming clamp before my wretched pet’s eyes. He kneels, naked and trembling, bowl in hand to catch his inevitable drool. With a wicked grin, I seize his tongue, pinching it mercilessly in steel jaws, yanking … Tongue Clamping Ashtray – Far To The Little Mouth