Lady Domi's apartment was filled with the scent of burning tobacco as she introduced her new girlfriend, Alice, to the lifestyle they shared. The pair stood in front of a large, sturdy man who was chained to a stake in the middle of the room. He was naked except for a collar around his neck, and his eyes were downcast as he waited for his next command.
"Alice," Lady Domi began, her voice carrying an air of command, "this is our toilet slave. He's here for our pleasure and amusement. We like to use him for many things."
Alice glanced over at the man nervously, unsure of what was expected of her. She had never been involved with anything like this before, and it all seemed quite intense.
Without further explanation, Lady Domi took out a cigarette and placed it between the slave's lips. "Smile, Bob," she said softly, her words carrying a hint of menace.
As soon as the word left her lips, Bob's eyes widened in understanding. With a deep breath, he took the cigarette between his lips and puckered them around it. Lady Domi lit the cigarette with a match, her other hand resting lightly on Bob's chest.
"Now," she continued, exhaling a cloud of smoke into his face, "what are you supposed to do with this, Bob?"
The slave hesitated for a moment, his mind racing to recall the numerous commands he had been given over the years. Finally, he replied, "I am supposed to inhale the smoke, Mistress."
With a nod of approval, Lady Domi let him take a deep drag on the cigarette, filling his lungs with the sweet smoke. She held it there for a moment, watching as Alice leaned in to watch. When she finally released the smoke, it rasped out of his mouth in a long stream that curled upwards into the air.
Alice shivered as she watched, feeling an odd mixture of fascination and revulsion at what was happening before her eyes. She turned to look at Lady Domi, who smiled reassuringly.
"Don't worry, Alice," she said softly. "We'll teach you everything you need to know. But first... let's see how good our toilet slave is at being a human ashtray."
She took the cigarette back between her fingers and brought it close to Bob's mouth again, watching as he opened up eagerly to receive it. As the end of the cigarette brushed against his lips, she leaned down until their faces were inches apart.
"Suck it clean, Bob," she whispered, her hot breath brushing against his skin. "Show Alice how well behaved you are."
Obediently, Bob closed his eyes and sucked on the cigarette as if it were a pacifier. He ran his tongue along the filter and around the end of the cigarette, cleaning off any residual ash or tobacco. When it was finally clean, he pulled it from between his lips and held it gently between his fingers, waiting for his next instruction.
The look on Alice's face told Lady Domi everything she needed to know. She reached out and took Alice's hand, leading her over to the bound man. "Go ahead," she whispered in Alice's ear. "Touch him. See how soft his skin is."
Alice hesitated for a moment more, then reached out tentatively and ran her fingers along the man's chest. It was indeed soft beneath the layer of hair. She looked up at Lady Domi, feeling a strange mix of excitement and fear.
"Do you want to continue?" Lady Domi asked, her eyes boring into Alice's soul.
Alice swallowed hard. She wasn't sure what the right answer was. But something about the way Lady Domi was looking at her made her feel like she was on the verge of something incredible.
"Yes," she finally whispered. "I want to continue."
