The Office Farter and Her Devoted Slave
As Princess Beigh, I settled into my plush office chair and took a bite of my mexican lunch. The smell of jalapeños and spices filled the air, but I didn't mind it. In fact, it made me quite pleased with myself since it was bound to make my slave very uncomfortable.
I glanced at the clock and saw that it was only 1:30 PM. I had planned this little experiment for a while now, and I couldn't wait to see how my slave would react. With each bite of my taco, my gas bubble expanded in my gut, aching to be released.
I sent a quick message to my slave, instructing him to come to my office immediately. He knew better than to question me, so within seconds, he was standing before my desk, his eyes widening in fear at the sight of the wave of farts that hit him as soon as he entered the room.
"Mistress," he stammered, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize..."
I smiled coldly, amused by his discomfort. "Don't worry about it, slave. In fact, I'm quite pleased with you. You see, I've been thinking about ways to make your life a little more...fragrant, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity."
He looked confused, so I elaborated. "I knew that mexican food would make me quite gassy today, and I wanted to see if you were up for the challenge of sniffing up all my farts while I work."
His face turned an even deeper shade of red, but he nodded hesitantly. "Of course, Mistress. Anything for you."
I returned to my lunch, making sure to take my time and savor each bite. I knew that each mouthful was causing my slave immense discomfort, but I couldn't help but enjoy it. As I ate, I watched as he kneeled by my feet, his face buried in my skirt, trying desperately to mask the smell of my farts with his own scent.
By the end of the meal, I was thoroughly satisfied with the results. My slave was a pale shade of green, and his eyes were watering from the overwhelming stench. I sat back in my chair, belching loudly, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over me at his discomfort.
"Well done, slave," I said, patting him on the head. "Now, let's get back to work. Maybe we'll find another way to make your life more...fragrant."
With that, I turned back to my computer, feeling more in control and dominant than ever before. In that moment, I knew that my slave was mine, body and soul, and that I could make him do anything I desired.
Princess Beigh raised her head and looked at the clock, realizing that it was already 4:00 PM. Time had flown by as she had basked in the power of her farts and the obedience of her slave. She smiled to herself, knowing that there was no limit to what she could do to him or how far she could push him.
As she finished up her work for the day, she sent one last message to her slave, instructing him to prepare her bath. She couldn't wait to sink into the warm water and wash away the smell of mexican food and her own farts from her body. But more importantly, she couldn't wait to see what new challenge she would present to her devoted slave once she was clean and refreshed.
