Bruna Paz, a stunning Brazilian mulata, stared at her slave Fabi with a mixture of anger and annoyance. The room was cluttered, and it looked nothing like she had envisioned for her boyfriend's upcoming visit. She was supposed to have changed the decoration by now to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day. But Fabi had failed her once again.
"Fabi, you lazy piece of shit!" Bruna hissed, her eyes narrowing in anger. "I told you to clean up this room! My boyfriend is coming, and he deserves better than this."
Fabi hung her head in shame, knowing she had messed up yet again. She had always been a bit of a slacker, but Bruna never failed to remind her of her shortcomings.
"Look at you," Bruna continued, waving a dismissive hand at Fabi's appearance. "You're still wearing those ugly clothes. And your hair looks like you rolled out of bed."
Feeling even more humiliated, Fabi tried to explain herself. "I'm sorry, Bruna," she whispered. "I didn't know it was so important."
But Bruna was having none of it. She marched over to Fabi and stood directly in front of her, towering over her slave. She had always been dominant, but today she felt especially so. Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she thought about what she was about to do.
"You know what?" she said finally. "I've had enough of your excuses. It's time for a little game."
Without further explanation, Bruna reached down and grabbed Fabi's shirt, pulling it up over her head and revealing her hairy armpits. She took a step back, surveying her work with satisfaction.
"Now," she said, "I want you to fart on me."
Fabi's eyes widened in shock. "What?" she squeaked. "But I can't do that!"
Bruna rolled her eyes. "Oh, please," she said dismissively. "You've been farting in front of me for years. It's about time you did something useful."
Fabi's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she knew better than to argue. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate, willing her body to produce a fart. After what felt like an eternity, a small puff escaped from her backside.
"That's it?" Bruna laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "Come on, Fabi. You can do better than that."
The humiliation was almost too much for Fabi to bear. She tried again, summoning all her willpower to force another fart from her body. This time, it was stronger and lingered for a moment before dissipating into the air.
"Better," Bruna said, nodding approvingly. "But not good enough. Keep trying."
And so Fabi continued, farting on command while Bruna watched with an amused smirk on her face. As the farts grew stronger and more frequent, Fabi began to feel lightheaded and dizzy. But she couldn't stop now. Not until Bruna was satisfied.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Bruna declared herself content. "That's enough for now," she said, reaching out to pat Fabi on the head like a dog. "But remember, this is just the beginning."
The tone in her voice sent shivers down Fabi's spine. She knew that Bruna was just getting started with her humiliation game. But all she could do was brace herself and wait for what was coming next.
