Nothing but an ashtray, reduced to the lowest of the low, no freedom, no escape, just a trash can for spent cigarettes!

On his knees, shackled, posture collar trapping his head in the position needed to serve in the role allocated to him, this slave is nothing any more, he's now just a lowly ashtray, his mouth nothing more than a hole for mistress tess and miss amy to use as a receptacle for their ash. blowing smoke in his eyes and mouth he loves this, he's found his calling in life and the ladies love that he has accepted his place at the bottom of the food chain!