041 Training my human ashtray

I decided that this lucky slave needed a little fiery test. He knelt at my feet while I inhaled a long, thin cigarette, blowing smoke into his face from time to time. He had to eat all the ashes that fell from the cigarette, but the test did not end there. I decided that he should have permanent scars on his tongue, so I extinguished each hot cigarette butt on his tongue or even directly in his mouth.

Violet.