My Human Smoke Filter
It's so nice to return to the dungeon after an elegant evening out to find my human air cleaner right where I left it… like it had any choice. Now, it has no choice but to fulfill the service I've tasked it with — to filter my smoke! Such a lucky little object. I do enjoy a nice cigar to cap off the evening's affairs and having a little sadistic fun just adds to my night. I don't really care that it doesn't smoke — it just lives to serve. So very amusing to use that cock as my ashtray after I blow copious amounts of smoke into it's mask for it to consume and freshen up the room.