As I walked into the dimly lit room, I could already feel the tension building within me. My stomach was churning, and I could barely contain the urge to let out a fart. The smell of sweet, tangy farts filled the air, reminding me why I was here. My slave, kneeling on the ground, waited patiently for my arrival. His eager eyes never left mine as he gazed up at me adoringly.
"Are you ready, slave?" I asked, my voice coming out as a soft purr. I couldn't help but notice the way his nose twitched slightly at the scent of my impending fart. It was a small sign of submission that I found incredibly arousing.
Without waiting for an answer, I turned around and lowered myself onto the edge of the bed, giving him full access to my ass. His tongue darted out tentatively at first, tracing the outline of my rim before dipping inside. He moaned softly as he tasted me for the first time, savoring every bit of me. It pleased me to know that he found my scent so irresistible.
As he continued to lick and worship my ass, I couldn't help but let out a small fart. It was small and insignificant compared to what was to come, but it was enough to get him going. His tongue danced faster on my ass, eagerly anticipating the next bout of gas.
I smiled to myself, feeling the power coursing through me. This was what I lived for - the control, the submission, and the pure, unadulterated filth that came with it. Slowly, I started to increase the pace of my farts, each one stronger than the last. It wasn't long before they were hitting him directly in the face, causing him to gag and choke on the noxious gas. But still, he didn't stop. He kept going, driven by his desire to please me.
With each passing moment, the tension within me built up until finally, I couldn't hold it back any longer. Like a volcanic eruption, a massive fart exploded from my ass, enveloping his face in a cloud of putrid gas. His eyes rolled back in his head as he struggled to breathe, but still, he didn't stop. He licked and kissed my ass, tasting every last bit of the fart that had just consumed him.
As the intensity died down, I sat up on the bed, breathing heavily. Looking down at him, I saw nothing but admiration and devotion in his eyes. It was in that moment that I realized how truly lucky I was to have someone like him in my life. We shared a bond that was both twisted and beautiful, a connection that few could understand.
"That," I said, panting slightly, "was just for you, my lucky slave."
