Training Our Fart Slave Part 9: The Reward - Cum for Our Farts!
It was finally time for slave's reward. He had been an obedient and dedicated fart slave, serving his mistresses well throughout the training process. As he lay on the floor of their luxurious living room, his heart pounded with anticipation.
Mistress Karen, clad in a silky robe, knelt down beside him and placed her hand on his cheek. "You've been such a good boy, slave," she said softly. "You've learned to control your bodily functions perfectly, and you've become quite adept at releasing our farts on command."
Mistress Sarah, who was also present, nodded in agreement. "Yes, you've made us very proud," she said, running a finger down his chest. "But it's time for you to show us how well you've learned to cum for our farts."
Slave knew what was expected of him. He had been trained to associate the scent of his mistresses' farts with sexual pleasure, and now he would have to put that training to the ultimate test. As they both sat on his face, their asses in the air, he could already smell the rich aroma of their farts wafting towards him.
"Take a deep breath, slave," Mistress Karen commanded. "Breathe in the scent of our farts. They are yours to enjoy."
Slave inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the pungent aroma. It was both repulsive and arousing at the same time, and he couldn't help but feel his cock begin to stir beneath him.
Mistress Sarah grabbed his penis through his pants, squeezing it firmly. "You will not cum until you've had your fill of our farts," she said sternly. "Understood?"
Slave nodded, his eyes watering slightly from the potent stench. He waited for the first wave of farts to hit him, bracing himself for the intense sensation. And then it came - a hot, rush of air filled with the unmistakable scent of his mistresses' asses.
As the farts washed over him, slave felt his body convulse with pleasure. He tried to hold back his orgasm, but it was no use. With one final burst of farts, he erupted, his cum shooting out onto the floor beneath him.
Mistress Karen and Sarah laughed in delight, their asses gently swaying above him as they watched his release. "Excellent work, slave," Mistress Karen said, patting him on the cheek. "You're now officially part of our fart squad."
With that, they stood up, leaving slave to clean himself up. He knew his training wasn't over yet - there were still new challenges and experiences to come. But for now, he reveled in the sense of achievement and pleasure that came from being their fart slave.
