A second later, Mistress Sin held out her burning cigarette and flicked off another droplet of ash. Without a care in the world, she scanned the scene across the river and basked in the hot afternoon sunshine.

Finally, after the slave had obediently disposed of several flicks of ash, she had smoked as much of the cigarette as she cared for. She took one final, extra-long draw on the filter and inhaled deeply. The tip of her cigarette crackled and sizzled, glowing red hot. Without a second thought, she dropped the smoking poker onto his tongue. The slave subdued a muffled yelp and set to his task of disposing of his Mistress's waste.

At first the man felt the shock of burning in his mouth. Then, as he extinguished the glow as quickly as he could, he chewed on the Lady's discarded rubbish. The tobacco and paper broke up easily, but the firmer, brown filter needed additional effort on his part. His mouth filled with smoke drenched paper and cotton wool. It was difficult to swallow, but he knew that he must, or face punishment from his Mistress. She looked down as she heard the gulp and saw the lump descending into his throat.

He glanced up, wishing to hear a word of appreciation or approval from her, but she said nothing. She looked angry and raised the sole of her boot to his mouth, inviting him to show his reverence and lick it clean. His tongue quickly protruded and slathered across the thick coating of muck which was covering the hard leather. She had walked through the stable yard and across the fields, leaving her boots sullied with compacted dung and dirt.

The slave's tongue muscles worked hard as he lubricated and licked away the filth from under her feet. Her long, sharp heel slid between his lips and dug into the back of his throat. He began to choke, but managed to stop himself.

Taking a cigarette from her solid gold case, she pushed it between her lips and ignited her diamond-encrusted lighter. As the cigarette lit up, she inhaled deeply. The slave glanced up to see his owner exhaling a thick, grey cloud of smoke from between her delicate, pink lips.

She clicked her fingers and the slave crawled on his hands and knees to her feet. Slaves were not allowed to look directly at their beautiful Mistress, and he knelt with his gaze fixed firmly at the ground. She clicked her fingers again and the slave understood this to mean that he was being commanded to raise his head. His head tilted upwards and he looked directly into the bulging crease of her crotch. Raising his eyes further he could see her slender midriff, adorned with its navel jewellery.

The lady inhaled deeply on her cigarette and then lowered it just below the waistband of her crisp white jodhpurs. The man could see her long, glamorously polished nails and the glowing tip of her cigarette. It excited him to look up at his magnificent, sexy Mistress. Without a word from her, he automatically opened his mouth and waited until she was ready.

Presently, after several seconds of waiting, the Lady flicked her long, elegant finger and a lump of red hot ash slowly parachuted towards his face and landed on his outstretched tongue. Then there was a brief scalding sizzle. She showed no emotion as he shut his mouth and began to chomp on the gritty flakes of dust. As he mixed the burnt remains with his saliva, he could taste the foul tang of ash and tobacco.

For a moment, the slave thought that he would vomit, but he knew that this would bring severe recriminations and resisted the urge. Without fuss or complaint, he let the slimy grey paste slip down his gullet and into his stomach.