Mistress, her eyes smoldering like the embers in the ashtray, dominates her subject, bound and helpless. She spits, the globule landing on his chest, as she takes a long drag, smoke curling around them. The domina's leather cane sings through the air, striking his flesh, leaving crimson welts. She canes him, her rhythm matching his labored breaths, then makes him taste the ashtray, his lips and tongue coated in gritty, pungent ash.