As I walked through the door, I was greeted by the intoxicating aroma of my slave's precarious situation. He was bound tightly with layers upon layers of saran wrap, his every inch on display for my pleasure. His breathing was heavy, and his eyes begged for mercy—not that he would receive any.
I walked over to him, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor, and knelt down in front of him. His cock, fully erect within the confines of its cocoon, was inches from my face. I reached out and gently traced my fingers along the length of it, eliciting a moan from him that sent shivers down my spine.
"You've been holding in my farts all day, haven't you?" I purred, running the tip of my tongue along the sensitive skin just below his eye. He nodded vigorously, his eyes watering from both the anticipation and the effort it took to contain his response.
"Mmm, that's a good boy," I murmured, leaning in close to his ear. "Now it's time to release some of that pressure, isn't it?"
Slowly, I slid my hand down between his bound legs, feeling the heat emanating from his body. I traced a trail up his inner thigh, stopping just short of where I knew he longed for me to touch him. His hips bucked involuntarily, causing the layers of plastic to shift around him.
"No, no, no," I said teasingly, pulling my hand away. "I didn't give you permission to cum yet."
I stood up and surveyed him, taking in the sight of his helpless bound form. With a mischievous glint in my eye, I reached behind me and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his head back in submission.
"Now, tell me," I demanded. "Are you ready to feel my farts on your face?"
He whimpered softly, his eyes darting between mine. "Yes, Mistress," he whispered.
I reached down and grabbed a fistful of his cock, squeezing it gently. "Good boy," I purred before leaning in close to his face. "Just imagine what it will be like when I make you smell and taste them too."
With that, I pulled back and lifted my skirt, exposing my lacy black thong. I gave him a wink before bending over and releasing a long, slow fart into my hand. The putrid stench filled the room, and I could see the sheen of sweat break out on his forehead.
"Open wide," I commanded, and he opened his mouth obediently. I placed my hand over his nose and mouth, trapping the fart inside. It took everything in me not to burst out laughing as he struggled against his bonds, trying to get away from the noxious cloud surrounding him.
Finally, I removed my hand, and he gasped for air, trying to clear the stench from his nose. "Now," I said, squeezing his cock once more. "Suck it up."
With that, I lowered my underwear to his face, blocking his view of anything but the dark fabric. I watched as he tentatively reached out and grasped the fabric, pulling it closer to his face. His tongue darted out, tasting the faint hint of ass that clung to the material.
"That's a good boy," I praised, running my fingers through his hair. "Now, swallow."
He hesitated for a moment, and I could see the conflict playing out on his face. But in the end, he nodded, and I felt the warmth of his mouth as he swallowed the fabric, taking my fart with it.
"Mmm, that's it," I moaned, leaning in closer to his bound form. "You're such a good cocksucker."
I reached down and grasped his cock again, this time stroking it gently as I watched him struggle with the aftertaste of my fart. I didn't know how long I could keep this up, but for now, the sight of him bound and submitting to my every whim was enough to keep me going.
