Leather-clad Matriarch Ezada Sinn using Her bound human ashtray

Description: Look at me dressed head to toe in leather; i know it makes you weak. like my bound chattel here, you should know not to look at me; you don’t deserve it. you are here to serve, an object to be used in any way i desire. now, watch as i use this object; he cannot escape; he can barely move, but his mouth is available and ready to accept anything i want. i can see how desperate he is to lick my boots, but his tongue is not worthy of licking my leather boots. all his mouth is good for is wiping the soles of my boots and receiving my ash. that is what he is, what all males are, just an object to be used. when i am finished with my cigarette, i will use my object in other, more interesting and painful ways.