The Mistress and Her Slave: Wet Face Farts in White Panties
In the dimly lit chamber, the aroma of wetness and flatulence filled the air. The Mistress, Princess Beigh, reclined on a plush chaise lounge, her full breasts heaving with each breath. She was dressed elegantly in a figure-hugging black corset that accentuated her curvy figure, while a pair of black fishnet stockings covered her long legs. Her white panties were already soaked with sweat, indicative of the intense session she was about to have with her slave.
The slave, a young man in his mid-twenties, knelt before her, his eyes fixed on her, his heart racing with anticipation. He had been with Princess Beigh for several months now, and every day he learned something new about pleasing his Mistress. Today's lesson was about how to deal with her wet face farts while wearing white panties.
Princess Beigh took a deep breath and closed her eyes, concentrating on the delicious sensations coursing through her body. Her stomach was causing her some discomfort after the heavy meal they had shared over the weekend, but she knew her slave would be more than capable of handling it. She let out a long, low moan, feeling the first wave of flatulence building up inside her.
The slave watched eagerly as a small puff of air escaped Princess Beigh's pursed lips, followed by a more substantial one that caused her cheeks to balloon out slightly. He leaned forward, eager to catch the warmth and wetness on his tongue. As he did so, a stream of gas escaped from between her pursed lips, hitting him square in the face. He gagged slightly but managed to keep his eyes fixed on his Mistress as she continued to release one fat fart after another directly into his waiting mouth.
Princess Beigh's face turned a shade of crimson as she felt the warmth spreading across her cheeks and between her legs. The sensation was both humiliating and arousing, and she could feel her juices beginning to flow again. She watched with satisfaction as her slave struggled to keep up with her farts, his face turning redder with each passing moment.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Princess Beigh's gas supply began to dwindle. She opened her eyes and sat up, reaching down to adjust her soaked panties. Looking at the mess they were in, she smiled wickedly. "Well done, my slave," she purred. "You have please me once again."
With that, she stood up, her panties clinging to her skin, and motioned for him to follow her. He rose hesitantly, wondering what torture she had in store for him next. After all, there was always something new to learn when it came to serving his Mistress.
Princess Beigh led him to a nearby bathroom where she proceeded to clean up both of them. As they stood there, soaked in each other's sweat and gas, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in her slave. He had proven himself time and again to be more than capable of handling whatever she threw at him. And with that thought in mind, she turned to him with a smile that sent shivers down his spine. "Now, let's see if you can handle this," she whispered huskily, before pushing him down onto his knees once again.
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