Stinky Treatment for a Disobedient Slave
As Princess Beigh settled comfortably into her gaming chair, her eyes never leaving the screen in front of her, she let out a satisfying fart. It was loud and pungent, filling the air around her with a putrid stench. Her slave, kneeling at her feet, trembled slightly at the smell wafting towards him. He knew what was coming next and couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and humiliation.
"Now, slave," she said, her voice calm and commanding. "It's time for you to show your gratitude."
Slowly, the slave leaned forward, pressing his face into the crook of her knee. His nose twitched as the foul odor assaulted his senses. With his mouth open, he began to inhale deeply, taking in every last bit of his mistress's stinky fart. The princess watched him with a smile, enjoying the power she held over him.
"That's a good boy," she purred, stroking his hair gently. "Now, don't you feel more connected to me after sharing my scent?"
The slave couldn't answer, his face buried in her thigh. But he could feel the warmth spreading through his body as he absorbed her stink. It was disgusting and humiliating, but it also felt... right. Like he was truly serving his princess in the only way he could.
As Princess Beigh continued to play her game, she periodically released more farts, each one stronger than the last. Her slave continued to inhale them, his face growing redder with every breath. She couldn't help but feel satisfied by his obedience and the way he seemed to crave her stink.
Soon enough, the gaming session came to an end. Princess Beigh stood up, stretching luxuriously. "Good boy," she said, ruffling his hair. "You've been such a good little slave today. Now, why don't you go take a nice long shower to wash away all this stink?"
The slave hesitated for a moment before nodding and scurrying off to do her bidding. As he left the room, Princess Beigh couldn't help but chuckle to herself. Her little game might have been disgusting and degrading, but it seemed to work wonders in keeping her slaves in line. And who knew? Maybe next time, she'd even let him taste her farts.
