This slave I have kneeled in front of Me seems very willing to serve Me. He is aroused by My presence, by My leather pants and white blouse outfit and My high heeled boots, but he is even more aroused by the opportunity to serve Me as a human ashtray. I allow him to light My slim all-white 120 mm cigarette, that matches very well My white leather gloves. Because of all this attention, the slave gets overexcited and forgets his manners, breathing in My direction or doing things that he is not ordered to, so a couple of slaps on his face will make him remember his place. But he is an obedient slave and is glad to do everything I want him to, even if it means inhaling My smoke, humping My boots like a stupid mutt or chewing on the cigarette butt that I put out on his tongue.