The Queen's Delightful Revenge
Jack, the slave, looked up from his plate of half-eaten fries and hamburger as he heard the familiar voice of his mistress, Queen Ariel. He had been caught red-handed, indulging in her leftovers yet again. A look of fear crossed his face as he saw her approach, holding her own freshly made burger in one hand and a smirk on her lips.
"You really are pathetic, slave," she said, her tone laced with disdain. "Can't you even wait for me to finish my food before you start gorging yourself on my leftovers?"
Jack lowered his head in shame, knowing there was no excuse for his actions. He didn't want to anger his mistress further, but he was so hungry that he couldn't help himself.
"Well, since you can't control your own impulses," Ariel continued, her eyes narrowing, "I think it's only fair that I teach you a lesson."
With that, she pulled off her shoes and sat down across from him, placing the plate with her burger on the floor between them. Then, she began to fart deliberately into Jack's face, each toot causing him to grimace and wince as the stench of her farts filled the air.
"Mmm, that smells delicious," she purred, her own mouth watering as she watched Jack's discomfort. "You really are just a worthless piece of shit, aren't you?"
Jack tried to hold his breath, but the stench was overwhelming. He couldn't believe how much his mistress was enjoying this. He felt his face reddening with shame and humiliation as he watched her lift up her burger again, taking another bite and chewing contentedly.
Suddenly, Ariel reached between his legs and began to stroke his cock, her other hand still holding her burger. Jack let out a whimper of surprise as he felt her warm hand on his throbbing shaft.
"You like this, don't you?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You like the way I fart in your face and make you feel so small. It's turned you on, hasn't it?"
Jack didn't answer, unable to speak past the lump in his throat. He could feel his cock growing harder in her hand, despite the embarrassment and discomfort he was feeling.
Ariel continued to manipulate Jack's cock with one hand while she alternated between farting in his face and taking bites of her burger. She watched him closely, enjoying the way he squirmed and writhed under her control.
After several minutes of this torture, Ariel finally stopped farting and sat back, wiping her hands on a nearby napkin. She took another bite of her burger, savoring the taste as she looked down at Jack, who was still panting and trying to catch his breath.
"I think that's enough for today, slave," she said, standing up and stepping over him to retrieve her shoes. "Maybe next time I'll let you taste my food first, just to make it more interesting."
With that, she walked away, leaving Jack lying on the floor, his cock still hard but now slowly deflating. He knew he had been given a taste of his own medicine, and he hated every second of it. But he also couldn't deny that there was something strangely arousing about being humiliated in such a public and degrading way.
As he struggled to his feet, Jack couldn't help but wonder what other delicious humiliations his mistress had in store for him. And as he followed her out of the room, he knew that he would be waiting eagerly for whatever came next.
