You're My Ashtray And Spit Bitch

I'm just going to sit on my bed and scroll through my phone while I smoke my cigar. And you will kneel on the floor, head down, motionless and obedient until I need to use your mouth to ash and spit in. Don't you dare move until I give you permission. You're nothing but an object to me. An ashtray and a spittoon. I know how much you love to watch me smoke, but you don't get that privilege. That's why I make you keep your eyes to the floor. You're my ashtray and you're here for MY use, not your pleasure. Ashtrays don't look, they just swallow.