Anal Attenuation: My Gassy Fart Slave
In the dimly lit room, Kitsy Vixen stood before her bound and gagged fart slave. She wore a revealing latex catsuit that hugged her curves, and gloves that matched the outfit. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, making her look even more intimidating. The slave, on the other hand, was naked, save for a filthy gas mask strapped tightly around his head.
Kitsy walked over to a table in the corner of the room, where an array of sex toys lay waiting. She picked up a long, thick dildo and smiled wickedly. "Time for you to get used to this, my little gasbag," she purred menacingly, running the rubber cock along his trembling body.
Next, she grabbed a bucket of lube and poured some into her hand. Slowly, she began coating the dildo in the slippery fluid, her eyes never leaving his as she did so. The air was thick with anticipation as she approached him once more.
Suddenly, she yanked off the gas mask and pressed it against his face, effectively silencing him. Then, she positioned herself behind him and raised one of his legs, coating his hole with more lube. She paused for a moment before pushing the dildo inside him, causing him to cry out in pain and embarrassment.
"That's right, slave," Kitsy whispered into his ear. "You're going to take this whole cock—and then some." With that, she began thrusting the dildo in and out of his ass, grinding against his prostate as she did so.
Meanwhile, the slave could do nothing but endure the pain and humiliation. He felt Kitsy's hot breath on his neck as she whispered dirty words in his ear, telling him how much she loved the way his asshole clenched around her cock.
As she fucked him harder and faster, Kitsy reached over to a nearby table and grabbed a pair of pliers. She clipped one of the slave's fingernails, making him let out a high-pitched scream. "Now we'll see who's really in control here," she chuckled darkly.
She continued to fuck him, occasionally reaching around to pinch or tweak one of his nipples, sending shivers down his spine. Despite the pain and degradation he was experiencing, there was a strange sense of arousal coursing through his veins—a testament to Kitsy's power over him.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Kitsy withdrew the dildo from the slave's ass, leaving him feeling empty and used. She sat down on a nearby stool, cross-legged, and held the bucket of farts under his nose. "Now it's your turn, slave," she growled. "Give me a good show."
And so, the poor fart slave began to fart into the bucket, trying to fill it up for his mistress. As he released each gassy emission, Kitsy would lean back and take a long, deep breath, savoring the stench. Eventually, the bucket was full to the brim with his farts, and she stood up, grinning widely.
"Now, slave," she commanded, "drink every drop of your own fetid gas." She grabbed his head and forced it into the bucket, and he began to drink, his face contorted in disgust and shame.
When he'd finished, Kitsy pulled him to his feet and looked him over with a satisfied smile. "That was quite the performance, wasn't it?" She playfully ruffled his hair, and he shuddered at her touch. "You're such a good little fart slave. Let's do this again soon, okay?"
And with that, she released him from his bonds and let him collapse onto the cold floor, exhausted and humiliated. But even as she turned her back on him and walked away, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of longing for the next time she would command him to do her bidding.
