Mistress Edna's alarm clock would chime at 8 am every morning. The butler slave would be ready by that time with a tray of tea, orange juice and a croissant.
Upon awakening Mistress Edna would open the box of cigarettes on her bedside table, take out a Dunhill 100, place it in her cigarette holder and light her self a cigarette.
Mistress Edna would then glance down at ashtray slave who would be ready, kneeling by the side of the bed, his mouth open and tongue out stretched and his eyes closed. The ashtray slave had spent the night curled up under Mistress bed. Naked apart from a collar around his scrotum that was chained to a bed post, the ashtray slave was trained to be awake and in place before Mistress wakes up. If he was not ready by the time Mistress rises then he would be in serious trouble.
As Mistress glanced down at her slave she began to think of sadistic and painful things she could do to the slave today. Since retiring from her business Mistress had plenty of time and energy to dedicate herself to tormenting and torturing her slaves.
All Ladies would feel great pleasure when inflicting pain on males. It was their nature. Ladies were designed that way by the Great Goddess. Towards males, Ladies were heartless and without mercy. Ladies thought nothing of causing agony to a slave and the sounds of screaming and pleading only encouraged Ladies to increase the torture and often or not the experience would bring the Lady to an orgasm.
Mistress Edna took a long drag of her cigarette and then tapped the ash into the wide open mouth of her slave. The ash fell right into the slaves mouth to the back of his throat. This caused him quite some agitation. He could not swallow it, he was yet to receive the order. The slave had to fight with all his might, the urge to gag or swallow to clear his throat. If he moved, swallowed or closed his mouth without an order then he would be punished. He was petrified and began to shake with nerves.
Mistress observed this with a cold gaze and took another long drag from her cigarette.
"What is the matter slave, are you having some difficulty?"
As Mistress said this a small smile appeared on her face and she again blew a stream of smoke into his face. Having his head back in such a position, Mistresses smoke blew right into his nostrils and caused even more irritation.
He couldn't hold it any longer, he couldn't stop his body from reacting to the ash stuck in the back of his throat and he gagged and his mouth closed and his head moved forward. He started coughing, he felt like he was going to wretch. It was all too much. No matter how highly trained a slave was, sometimes the body would have to react in a certain way.
He managed to swallow down the ash and he, now with tears in his eyes, returned to ashtray position, head back and mouth wide open.
Mistress had observed this with a stern glare but had said nothing. She rang the bell to summon her butler. He came quickly and entering the room he bowed his head to the floor and looking up he asked, "Yes Mistress?"
Butler was the only one who was allowed to look up at the face of Mistress Edna. He Now looked at her attractive but stern looking face and he knew that someone was in trouble. He made a quick mental prayer that is wouldn't be him.
"This, little pathetic slave thinks that it is ok to disturb his Mistress and her morning smoke,"
"What do you think we should do to him butler?"
Now there was a question. Of cause the bulter felt compassion for his fellow slave, but he also knew that if he said a punishment that was too lenient then Mistress may turn on him instead.
