After a long day at the office, I trudged home, exhausted from yet another mundane workday. I was still dressed in my formal work attire, my skirt hiked up to my waist, revealing my lacy panties as I huffed and puffed my way into the house. My boss, Ms. Beigh, was waiting for me, leaning against the kitchen counter with a smirk on her face. She had assigned me a task while we were still at the office, but I couldn't possibly have guessed what it entailed.
"Ah, there you are," she said, eyeing me up and down. "I have a little assignment for you tonight, dear."
I groaned, thinking she wanted me to stay up late and finish some paperwork. But as she pulled me closer by my panty-clad waist, I knew something else was afoot.
"I want you to strip down to your panties and bend over that chair over there," she commanded, pointing to a sturdy wooden chair in the corner of the room.
My heart raced as I did as I was told, feeling the cool air brush against my exposed skin. Ms. Beigh placed herself inches away from me, her hot breath teasing my ear as she spoke.
"Now, here's the fun part," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "I want you to sniff my farts, slave."
My eyes widened in disbelief, but I couldn't deny my boss's request. Slowly, I lowered my head and inhaled deeply, catching the first whiff of her putrid ass gas. It was unlike anything I'd ever smelled before; sharp and acidic, burning my nostrils as I tried to breathe through it. But I forced myself to continue, taking in deep breaths of her foul aroma as tears streamed down my face.
"That's it, slave," Ms. Beigh purred, rubbing my back with a satisfied smile on her face. "Take in all of my stink. It's all for you."
I don't know how long I endured that torment, but eventually, Ms. Beigh seemed satisfied and let me go. I collapsed onto the floor, gasping for fresh air as I tried to clear the foul scent from my senses. As I lay there, my mind reeling from the bizarre ordeal, I couldn't help but wonder: what would happen tomorrow in the office?
