November 16, 2000
"The Ashtray"
Here is another...
I've long had a fantasy of being used as an ashtray. It would be so humbling. I
can think of few more effective ways for a woman to demonstrate her complete
ownership and dominance over a man.
In my fantasy, I'm nude. My Owner has chained me on my knees. My wrists and
ankles are chained cruelly together and my head is pulled back by a collar and
leash. A metal ring has been inserted between my teeth to hold my mouth wide
open and a cone-shaped paper cup (the kind you often see at water coolers) sits
inside the ring.
I've knelt like this for hours, completely alone. My Owner is uninterested in my
comfort. Actually, she's not even interested in my life. She'll dispose of me
eventually. Anyway, at some point she enters and makes herself comfortable in
the chair beside me. A slave brings her a cigar and lights it for her. She
smokes the cigar, occasionally blowing a puff of smoke in my face. When there is
a bit of ash built up on the cigar, she taps it into the cup which fills my
mouth.
I just love this image. My only purpose in life is to be this beautiful,
powerful woman's ashtray. I have no value to her except as this. She makes me
eat the ashes later, of course. It's the final humiliation.