First Face Sitting Fart Domination
Priscila Horoshi took a deep breath, her chest heaving slightly as she prepared herself for the next part of the session with her new girl slave, Amanda Belmont. She had been considering adding another element of control to their dynamics for some time now, and today seemed like the perfect opportunity.
As she watched Britney Hunter focus the camera on them, Priscila allowed herself a small smirk before turning to face her slave. Amanda was already in position, lying on the floor with her hands clasped behind her neck, her eyes fixed on Priscila's. She was nervous but also eager, sensing that something new and exciting was about to happen.
Slowly, Priscila lowered herself onto Amanda's face, feeling the warmth of her breath against her skin. She braced herself against the wall behind her, using her legs to push down onto Amanda's shoulders and keep her in place. It was an intimate position, one that allowed Priscila complete control over Amanda's breathing.
"This is your first face sitting fart domination session, isn't it?" Priscila purred, leaning in closer to her slave's ear. Amanda nodded slowly, her cheeks flushing red as she felt the weight of Priscila's body press down on her.
"Good," Priscila replied with a smile, reaching back to grab a handful of Amanda's hair. She pulled gently, tugging at the roots until Amanda let out a soft whimper of submission. "Because I'm going to make sure you remember this."
For the next few minutes, Priscila used her body to control Amanda's breathing. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, varying the pressure on Amanda's shoulders and upper back. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against Amanda's cheeks, and then back again, letting out long, controlled breaths that ruffled Amanda's hair.
It was an exhilarating experience for both women. Amanda felt the power of Priscila's body against hers, the softness of her skin and the warmth of her breath. She was both terrified and aroused, knowing that this was something completely new to her but also trusting Priscila to guide her through it.
Meanwhile, Priscila felt a rush of power and control that she had never experienced before. The way Amanda submitted to her will, the way she could control her breathing with nothing more than a shift in weight... it was intoxicating. She couldn't help but wonder what other ways she could use her body to exert control over her slave.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Amanda, Priscila broke the silence. She took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then released it in a long, low fart. The stinky gas wafted up from between her legs, filling Amanda's nostrils with the familiar, nauseating scent of her mistress's ass.
"There you go, slave," Priscila said with a laugh, leaning back to give Amanda a moment to catch her breath. "Your first taste of fart domination."
As the reality of what had just happened sank in, Amanda felt a strange mix of emotions. She was both repulsed by the smell and turned on by the power it represented. She knew that from now on, every time Priscila farted on her face, she would be reminded of this moment, of how completely she submitted to her mistress's will.
Priscila watched with satisfaction as Amanda struggled to deal with the overpowering scent. She knew that this was just the beginning, that there were countless ways she could use her body to control and dominate her slave. For now, though, she was content to bask in the glory of their newfound dynamic.
