Today, I'm going to push you into the filthy depths of your addictions, making you smoke like a chimney while your hand is a slave to your cock. You'll light up one after another, inhaling deeply, letting the smoke wrap around your brain, dulling your senses until all you can focus on is my voice and your own pathetic pleasure. You need this, to feel the smoke corroding your insides while you degrade yourself, jerking off like the desperate, needy mess you are. It's not just a want; it's a requirement, a necessity for a depraved soul like yours, proving your loyalty and submission to your Mistress with every puff and stroke. I'll watch you unravel, pushing you to smoke more, stroke harder, get filthier. You'll obey, because you have no choice, because your body craves the dual assault of nicotine and orgasm. This is your world now, a smog of smoke and semen, where you exist only to satisfy your basest urges under my command. You'll thank me, even as you cough and gasp, even as you teeter on the edge of too much, because you know deep down, this is where you belong: under my heel, in a cloud of your own vice and degradation.