Lying there, powerless, Sissy Martyr was at our feet.<br> With Lyna Jade and Irogénia, we turned him into a human ashtray — our silent toy, good for nothing but taking our smoke and our spit.<br> I smoke slowly… I stare at him… and I crush my cigarette right near his face, while he swallows our insults and contempt.<br>Every puff is a reminder that he belongs to us.<br> Every ash that falls on him strips away another piece of his dignity.<br> He stays still, motionless, as our cold stares and humiliating words push him deeper into his submissive sissy place.<br>A raw moment of Smoke Fetish and uncompromising female domination.<br> And I didn’t give him the slightest chance to escape.

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