Punished by Her Perfectly-scented Farts
Anny House, a renowned female domination artist, was subtly adjusting her position on the luxurious leather chair. Her slender fingers busied themselves with rearranging the folds of her silk robe, exposing just enough skin to tease her slave, Max Sub. She'd been holding onto a plump fart for quite some time now, and the anticipation was driving her wild.
As if sensing her master's desire, Max immediately knelt before her, his eyes fixated on the delicate folds of her robe. He knew what was coming, and despite his fear, he couldn't help but crave it. Anny House was known for pushing her slaves to their limits, and this time would be no different.
"Good boy," she purred, her velvety voice sending shivers down Max's spine. "Now get into position."
Without hesitation, Max obeyed his mistress' command. He crawled towards her on all fours, his face just inches away from the intoxicating scent that emanated from her perfect behind. His heart raced as he heard the familiar sound of her bowels rumbling. This was it – the moment he had been both dreading and longing for.
"That's it," she moaned, her fingers clawing into the cushion behind her as the wave of pleasure washed over her. "Let me feel your warm breath on my skin."
Max extended his tongue, his eyes squeezed shut as he took in the powerful aroma of her fart. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before – sweet, musky, and utterly addictive. He couldn't help but inhale deeply, his nostrils flaring as he savored the unique scent.
As if sensing his enjoyment, Anny House let out a slow, steady stream of gas directly into Max's face. He cringed at first, choking on the noxious fumes, but then he felt her hand grip his hair tightly. She pulled his face closer, forcing him to breathe in deeper, harder. He was powerless against her, and that only made the experience more intense.
"That's it," she whispered seductively. "Enjoy the taste of your mistress' farts."
Overwhelmed by the sensations, Max couldn't help but moan in submission. He felt like he was being consumed by the scent – it was both repulsive and arousing, filling him with a sense of both shame and gratitude towards his mistress. As the fumes clouded his mind, he lost track of time and space, existing only to please his mistress and endure her punishments.
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