Goddesseviefade - Tiny Ashtray

Goddesseviefade - Tiny Ashtray

In a dimly lit room, Goddesseviefade stands tall and strong, her alluring curves filling out her red latex catsuit perfectly. She exudes confidence as she holds a cigarette between her red, pouty lips, the smoke curling upward in a seductive display. Across from her is a tiny, insignificant toy she's taken a liking to - or rather, despises. This pathetic creature has failed to please Goddess yet again, and now it's time for him to learn his place.

"Open your mouth, you're now my ashtray," Goddesseviefade commands, her deep voice resonating in the room. The toy, intimidated yet strangely aroused by its mistress's words, struggles to comply as he feels his jaw unlock. With trembling hands, he parts his lips and drops to his knees, his gaze locked onto the Goddess's mesmerizing form.

The scent of Goddesseviefade's tobacco fills the air as she takes another drag, the burning ember glowing hotter as she brings it closer to her helpless plaything. With slow deliberation, she puffs out a thick cloud of smoke directly into the toy's waiting mouth. He gags but doesn't move, determined not to defy her again.

As the smoke fills his lungs and mind, the toy feels a strange sensation wash over him. It's like divine intoxication, making him lose all sense of reality except for Goddesseviefade's primal dominance. His body trembles in anticipation of her next move, his tiny heart pounding in his chest.

And then she speaks again, her words sending shivers down his spine. "Stand still, and take Goddess's rath and ashes," she says, her voice now husky with pleasure. The toy nods obediently, his eyes watering from the smoke. Slowly, Goddesseviefade leans over him, her warm breath ghosting across his pale skin. With one last puff, she blows the remaining ashes into his eagerly waiting mouth.

The toy cringes as the harsh granules scratch against his tongue and cheeks, but he doesn't budge. He's under Goddesseviefade's mesmerizing spell now, unable to move or resist as she fills him up with her smoke and dominance. "If you move an inch," she whispers menacingly, "Goddess will touch you with the smoke. Inhale, get hazy for her, and stand still, ashtray."

And so, the tiny toy remains immobile, his gaze locked onto his Goddess's commanding form. He inhales deeply, savoring every last trace of her smoke and strength. This is what it means to be dominated by a true Goddess - to be her willing and obedient ashtray, nothing more. As the room fills with the scent of cigarettes and submission, Goddesseviefade takes a step back, satisfied with her toy's obedience. For now, at least.