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As the tall, statuesque Young Mistress Tiffany puffed away at her cigarette, her eyes scanned the room, looking for something to occupy her time. Suddenly, she spotted her tiny, insignificant slave cowering in the corner. She narrowed her gaze and sauntered over to him, her heels clicking against the floor. She towered over him, her long legs and imposing figure dwarfing him. She grabbed the trembling creature by the collar and pulled him close, pressing her ample chest against his quivering form. Her arrogant smile curled up at the corners as she reached out her free hand and placed it over his mouth, effectively turning him into a human ashtray. Tiffany took slow, deliberate drags off her cigarette, her warm breath washing over his face as she exhaled the smoke directly into his mouth. The stench of tobacco was almost overwhelming, but he had to endure it. He was at her mercy, and she knew it. She took her time, savoring the power trip she was on. She leaned down close to his ear and whispered mockingly, "You're lucky I even let you live, you pathetic excuse for a human being. But then again, what use is a cockroach like you, hmm?" The young mistress continued to puff away, her hand firmly pressed against his lips. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin, and it only served to intensify her pleasure. She watched as the end of the cigarette glowed red hot, and then, without warning, she pulled it out from between his lips and touched it to his tongue. There was a sizzling sound as the end of the cigarette singed his tongue, and he let out a whimper, but she didn't care. He was nothing more than a plaything to her, a means to an end. She continued to hold him in place, her hand an iron clamp on his mouth, keeping him from escaping her wrath. Finally, she finished her cigarette and ground it into the floor, the butt leaving a black smudge on his cheek. She stepped back, her gaze still boring into him, and let out a long, satisfied sigh. "That was fun," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. And with that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving the pathetic creature in a puddle of his own fear and despair.