Human Ashtray CBT
Mistress Valeriya inhales, blows cigar smoke in her slave man’s face. Laughs as he coughs.
“Oh, poor sensitive worthless. Does my smoke bother you?”
Time with his Mistress Owner taught the hooded slave man to never answer rhetorical questions. To never speak without explicit permission.
Mistress Valeriya relishes cruelty. She needs no excuse for hurting him. But pretexts for punishment increase her enjoyment of the sadistic games she plays.
The helpless man gave himself to her. She took away his name. Hides his face. Values him only for his tears and screams.
She holds the cigar near his nipple.
“You flinch with such sexy fear.”
Again, she blows smoke, this time directly into his nostrils.
“You only think you know how cruel I am. I’m much worse. Your treatment has been easy. Now you’ll discover your Mistress Owner is a hardcore sadist.”
Mistress Valeriya leaps on the bondage table, straddles her bound slave man.
She inhales deeply. The tip glows.
Holding the red end near his meatus, she chuckles softly.
“I’ve never burned your pathetic penis before.”
The silent slave trembled, eliciting more laughter.
“Scared. I like that in a man.”
Terror prompts tears. He cannot stop shivering.
“Brace yourself, worthless, here it comes.”
His muscles tense. He starts begging.
“Talking without permission. You must really want to suffer. Take this!”
The hot coal presses against the base of his cock.
He screams: despair and agony.
“Thank you, worthless, I’ve never heard such a scream. I’m sure you can do better.”
He braces, waiting for the next burn.
Mistress Valeriya jumps off and onto the floor.
“That’s it for today.”
‘Worthless’ almost faints.
“You thought I was going to burn the head of your cock.”
“I will. Eventually.”
She taps a nipple with the cigar, enjoys more screaming.
“Each day I will smoke a cigar and use you to put it out.”
She crushes the coal against his other nipple. Slave shakes violently. The bondage table almost falls over.
“I’m starting at the base. Each time I will burn another spot. Slowly I’ll more upward. Eventually – months from now – I’ll shove the hot cigar on your hole and keep it there.”
Slave pictures hundreds of days of cock torture.
“When I finish, you’ll have a deformed, useless blob of scarred flesh between your thighs.
“Think of it as a new form of permanent chastity.”