Thamy, the notorious bbw, was well-known for her extraordinary gaseous capabilities. Her blonde slave had been subjected to an endless torrent of farts ever since they began their relationship. Today, Thamy decided to push her slave's limits even further.
As the slave lay bound and exposed on the floor, Thamy approached him with a wicked grin. She was wearing nothing but a tiny thong that barely contained her massive ass cheeks. The slave couldn't help but tremble with anticipation and fear as he watched his mistress strut towards him.
Thamy stopped just inches from the slave's face, giving him a clear view of the dark crevice between her cheeks. The slave could see the faint ripples of gas bubbles forming within that forbidden territory.
"You're going to get a real good dose of my farts today, slave," Thamy chuckled menacingly. "I've been eating nothing but beans and broccoli all day to make sure I have plenty of ammunition for you."
Without further ado, Thamy lowered her massive ass onto the slave's face. The slave could feel the warm, putrid air enveloping him as her farts engulfed his senses. He struggled to breathe through the thick cloud of stink emanating from his mistress's ass.
Thamy sat there for what felt like an eternity, relishing in the sounds of her slave's muffled groans and the sight of him desperately trying to avoid inhaling her farts. Finally, she lifted her enormous ass off his face, leaving him gasping for fresh air.
"Now, you're going to clean me up," She commanded. "You're going to use that tongue of yours to lick every inch of my asshole clean."
The slave nodded hesitantly, his nose still filled with the stench of his mistress's farts. He leaned forward cautiously, his face inches away from the dark abyss between Thamy's ass cheeks. He took a deep breath and started licking, his tongue tracing the outline of her asshole.
As he licked, he could feel Thamy's palm smack him hard across the face. "Don't you dare try and taste my farts, slave!" she growled. "You're only here to clean me, got that?"
The slave nodded again, his face stinging from the slap. He doubled down on his efforts, using his tongue to clean every bit of dirt and residue from between Thamy's ass cheeks. He could feel her farts hitting him intermittently, the stench making his eyes water.
After what felt like an eternity of servicing his mistress's asshole, Thamy finally stood up, leaving the slave to writhe in agony on the floor. She strutted over to a mirror, admiring her reflection as she flexed her sore asshole muscles.
"You know," Thamy mused, admiring herself in the mirror, "I think I might just keep you around for a while longer." She turned to face the slave, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "After all, who else am I going to find that can take my farts like you?"
The slave remained silent, his face still covered in the stench of his mistress's farts. He knew that this was his fate now - to be used and abused by Thamy, his bbw mistress, for as long as she desired.
