Anal Assistants: A Day in the Life of Slave Mouth
Raven and Goddess Violet, two dominant women with a penchant for fetishes, sat in their luxurious studio, Club Stiletto Femdom. They were discussing their latest creation: a group of willing slaves whose sole purpose was to serve and satisfy their every whim. One such slave, known only as "Slave Mouth," had been their main focus that day.
As they reminisced about the morning's activities, Raven suggested an idea: "What about covering your ass in baby powder before you fart on him?"
Violet laughed heartily, imagining the scene. "That's brilliant, Raven. My ass is already aching from all the farting I've been doing on him." She stood up and walked towards the door, beckoning Slave Mouth to enter.
In walked Slave Mouth, his eyes downcast in submission. He knew what was coming; he'd been conditioned to expect it. Violet turned around and bent over, revealing her plump, bare behind to him. She let out a loud fart, the kind that always made Slave Mouth squirm with delight. As the stench filled the air, she called out to him, "Come here, slave!"
Obediently, he approached her, kneeling between her legs. She spread her cheeks wide, inviting him to get a good whiff of her fart. Then, without warning, she blew a cloud of fart gas and baby powder directly into his face and up his nose. It was a shock to his system, but he loved it. "That was glorious," she exclaimed, standing up and dusting off her hands.
Raven watched the scene unfold with delight, her own smile growing wider by the second. She knew that this kind of degradation was exactly what these slaves needed; it was their purpose in life. As Violet dismissed Slave Mouth, she approached Raven, baby powder still clinging to her skin. They discussed their plans for the next round of training, their minds already whirring with ideas.
Half an hour passed, and Violet called Slave Mouth back into the room. He entered hesitantly, expecting the worst. To his surprise, she was covered in a fine layer of powder, glistening in the dim light. "Clean yourself up," she commanded, pushing his head down towards her crotch.
As he started to lick her clean, she pulled away suddenly, laughing. "Just kidding! Now, let's see how well you can clean yourself after all that farting." With that, she pushed him back down and leaned over him, farting directly into his open mouth. Powder filled the air around them, and Slave Mouth was left coughing and sputtering, his face covered in a fine layer of baby powder.
It was just another day in the life of Slave Mouth, Anal Assistant to Goddess Violet and Raven. As he lay there, exhausted but satisfied, he knew that this was his purpose; to serve these two dominant women and experience their fetishes firsthand. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
