Human ashtray for the first time by pink poodle

Serving Goddess Ezada Sinn is a constant test, a test i am more than happy to take, but a test nonetheless. you will be stretched, pushed and tested as She moulds you into an object of Her liking. Goddess will constantly push your limits, She will find limits you did not know about and She will smash them. you will be able to refuse Her nothing.
i have never smoked in my life and i have never liked the smell or taste of cigarette smoke. So, i never in my life imagined i would find myself consuming cigarette ash. i always thought this would be a hard limit for me, but Goddess has shown me the way. She has pushed this limit until it has broken, never to return.
It began at the first FemDom Retreat i attended. Dressed in my pink poodle outfit i find myself kneeling in between Goddess and Her very good friend Lady Yna. They both have cigarettes and soon i find myself with my mouth open awaiting the taste of ash. Oh, but is it hard, i gag and gag before the ash is even on my tongue. This brings much laughter from the beautiful Goddesses. i persevere and eventually there is ash on my tongue. Oh, but i hate the taste, i gag some more to more laughter. i try and compose myself, i want to be a good ashtray for my Owner. i struggle all the way through, and They love every minute of my struggle. Eventually it is over, i have been degraded, humiliated and used, but Goddess is smiling.
A visit to Bucharest and i find myself in stocks before my Owner. i know how She will be using me and She reaches for Her cigarettes. i open my mouth and stick my tongue out ready for the ash. As Goddess is preparing to use my mouth i gag, the cigarette is not even close but the thought makes me gag. Goddess finds my predicament most hilarious and it is not like i can get away locked in the stocks as i am. i compose myself and manage to endure, reaching the end of the cigarette. Now it needs to be extinguished, a perfect use for my tongue. i endure the pain and humiliation as Goddess puts Her cigarette out and She smiles.
It is another day and once again i find myself kneeling between Goddess and Lady Yna awaiting the taste of ash. Is it any easier? Not really, i still struggle, i still gag, but i endure as best i can for my Owner. It is difficult to describe the feelings as one kneels there eating Their ash. Is it humiliation? Maybe a little, but there is pride. Does this sound strange? The pride comes from seeing the pleasure my Owner and Lady Yna derive from my struggle, and enduring the humiliation for Them. i swallow ash, ash and more ash. At the end both cigarettes are stubbed out painfully on my tongue. Now my use is over i am gagged and dismissed, an object that has served its purpose.
So, where am i now? Do i like the taste of ash and smoke? No, i still find the taste difficult to stomach, i will still struggle not to gag. Yet….i now find myself looking back fondly on serving as Goddess’ ashtray, i am excited and looking forward to it again. This is what it means to serve Goddess Ezada. your likes and dislikes become irrelevant. Her likes will become your likes. you will suffer pain, humiliation and degradation and you will love Her for it…..i do….