Lying there, powerless, Sissy Martyr was at our feet.
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.
I smoke slowly… I stare at him… and I crush my cigarette right near his face, while he swallows our insults and contempt.
Every puff is a reminder that he belongs to us.
Every ash that falls on him strips away another piece of his dignity.
He stays still, motionless, as our cold stares and humiliating words push him deeper into his submissive sissy place.
A raw moment of Smoke Fetish and uncompromising female domination.
And I didn’t give him the slightest chance to escape.
Luna Rival, Lyna, Lyna Jade, Marty Mlr, Irogenia
