A Royal Morning Wake-Up Call
As soon as the alarm went off, Queen Obeyqueenj1 rolled out of bed, her long black hair tangled around her face. She pulled on a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a tank top, already feeling the familiar itch between her legs. With a smile on her face, she made her way to the kitchen to brew her morning coffee. The aroma of the freshly ground beans filled the air, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of calm wash over her.
Just as she was about to pour herself a cup, she heard a faint gagging sound coming from the basement. She frowned, quickly realizing that it was coming from the smotherbox she had left her slaveboy in last night. With a sigh, she set down the coffee mug and made her way downstairs.
The smotherbox was designed to trap someone's face in a tight space, effectively cutting off their air supply. Her slaveboy was curled up inside, his face bright red and covered in a thin layer of sweat. He tried to squirm away from her, but she placed a firm hand on his shoulder, keeping him still. "What have you done?" she asked, her voice cold.
He whimpered, unable to speak through the gag. She looked down at him, her eyes narrowing. "I gave you a taste of my morning coffee, didn't I?" She asked silently, and he nodded violently in response. "Well, it seems like you enjoyed it too much. Now you'll have to deal with the consequences."
She unlocked the box and pulled his limp body out, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. His farts were still lingering in the air, and she took a deep breath, savoring the scent. "Now, let's see if you can handle this," she said, her voice dark. She lifted up his shirt, exposing his flat stomach. With a smile, she leaned down and blew gently against his skin, feeling the heat of the farts against his flesh.
He let out a high-pitched moan, his body jerking slightly. She chuckled and continued, moving from one spot to another, watching as his stomach rippled with each blast of air. Finally, she stepped back, satisfied with her work. "There you go, slaveboy. Your daily dose of morning coffee farts," she said with a smirk.
She turned around, ready to make her way back upstairs to enjoy her coffee. As she walked away, she heard him gagging again, and she couldn't help but let out a small laugh. The smell of coffee lingered in the air, a reminder of the power she held over her slaveboy.
