The Face of Farts: Extreme Female Domination
Ruby's heart raced as she entered the dimly lit dungeon, her heels clicking against the cold stone floor. She was nervous yet excited, for she had signed up for an experience like no other. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw him - bound and gagged, naked and helpless.
She smiled, the anticipation building within her. She had always been curious about the other side of BDSM, about how it felt to be in control. And so, here she was, ready to take the leap and face her deepest, darkest desires.
Slowly, she approached the bound figure before her. It was hard to make out his features in the dim light, but she could see the fear in his eyes. His body trembled under her gaze, and she knew that he was as nervous as she was.
Reaching out, she gently ran her fingertips over his chest, tracing patterns that sent shivers down his spine. She loved the power she held over him, the ability to control his every sensation.
Lowering herself onto his chest, she pressed her soft breasts against his warm skin. His cock twitched, growing hard against his belly. She smiled, her lips brushing against his ear. "You're so eager, aren't you?" she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.
She pulled back, sitting up straight and towering over him. Her breasts swayed enticingly as she let out a long, slow sigh. "Tell me," she purred, leaning in close once more. "What do you want me to do to you?"
His eyes darted around frantically, searching for any sign of escape. But there was none. She was in control, and he had to obey.
"I... I don't know," he stammered.
She laughed, a soft, mocking sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Oh, come on," she teased. "You must have some idea. Tell me, what turns you on the most?"
He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. "Your... farts," he said finally, his voice barely a whisper.
Her eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly recovered. "My farts?" she repeated, pretending to be disgusted. "That's it? You find my farts more attractive than me?"
He shook his head vigorously, his eyes pleading with her. "No, no! I mean, they're... they're amazing!"
She laughed again, this time more genuinely. "Well, if that's what you want," she said, enjoying the power she held over him. "Then you shall have it."
Slowly, she leaned down, taking his face in her hands. Her breath mingled with his as she teased him, her lips brushing against his cheek and neck. With each gentle touch, she could feel his need growing stronger.
And then, without warning, she let loose a long, loud fart. The stench was overpowering, filling the dungeon with its noxious odor. But his reaction was everything she had hoped for. His eyes rolled back in his head, his mouth opening wider in surprise.
Grinning, she leaned in closer, letting the full force of the fart hit him square in the face. His eyes watered, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he turned his face towards her, eager for more.
Over the course of the next few hours, Ruby primalised his face. She let loose fart after fart, each one stronger and more pungent than the last. His face was now permanently etched with the stench of her farts, a testament to their time together.
As she rode high on her newfound power and control, Ruby realized that this was what she truly wanted - not to be dominated, but to dominate. She knew that there would be many more faces and bodies for her to mark with her farts, and she relished the thought.
And so, the Queen of Farts reigned supreme, her throne secured by the power of her stinky gas and the helplessness of those who sought her out.
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