Before I left the hotel for the conference, my sub boy begged for another round of service. At the snap of my fingers, it got on all fours, mouth wide open, ready to worship my suited cock. That tongue and throat are very well-trained at this point to serve suited businessmen.
When the cigar was shoved in his mouth, his clothes morphed into the shirt & tie. When the suspenders snapped into place, so did his new identity in his mind.
He's now his master's suited cigar servant, the smoke keeping him obedient, bringing those who around him under control.