Bitter Goddess's Weighty Delight
As I sat on my slave's face, the weight of my body pressing down on him was both exhilarating and humiliating. He lay there, his eyes watering from the stench of my farts, his face flushed with shame as he felt my warmth envelop him. It was a powerful position, one that allowed me to control him in a way that was both intimate and degrading.
I shifted slightly, feeling the fullness of my bowels shift against my pelvis. My asshole twitched, and I knew it was time. Releasing the fart into the confined space between us, I felt it rush against his nostrils, filling them with the putrid stench of rotten eggs and sulfur. I watched as he struggled to breathe through the overpowering odor, his face contorting in disgust as the fart wafted up into his nose.
For a moment, I caught a whiff of my own fart, and it was enough to make me gag. But I forced myself to remain calm, pushing down the urge to get up and away from the stench. Instead, I leaned back slightly, feeling the tension in my slave's face as he awaited my next move.
Slowly, I began to relax my sphincter, relieving myself of the remaining farts that had built up inside me. Each one landed with a soft plop on his face, the smell hitting him like a wave of nausea. I watched with a sense of satisfaction as his eyes watered more, as he struggled to hold back the urge to vomit.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the weight of my farts pushed out the last of my gasps, and I sat up, pulling away from him. My slave lay there, breathing heavily as he tried to process what had just happened. I leaned down, my lips close to his ear. "How was that, slave?" I whispered, my voice cold and mocking.
He didn't answer, but I could see the fear in his eyes as he trembled beneath me. I stood up, my heart pounding with the rush of power that came from dominating him so completely. "Yes," I murmured to myself, running a hand over my sweaty skin, "that was... exceptional."
With that, I turned and walked away, leaving him there, face down on the floor, his nostrils still filled with the lingering stench of my farts. I knew he would never forget this moment, just as I would never forget the thrill of reducing him to such a vulnerable state. And when the time was right, I would do it again.
Bitter Goddess had always been known for pushing boundaries and exploring the darker side of human desire. And today, I had proven once again that I was more than capable of delivering the ultimate in humiliation and degradation.
