My slave is lost in a world of smoke and leather as he's made to breath in and hold my smoke ladened breath. He's almost fainting with a mixture of pleasure and pain watching my black leather gloved hand, slender cigarette gripped between two fingers. His eyes are fixed on that cigarette as it journeys up to my red lips, then the tip gloves bright while I breath in. Time stands still for a moment while he waits for me to exhale sending a swirling cloud of eye tingling smoke down on his face. It's not all pleasure though what's the point of having an ash tray when you've a willing slave waiting with his tongue out obediently. That little sizzle as the hot ash hits it's target is so rewarding !