"DOMINATING AND FARTING ON MY SLAVE INSIDE THE UNSABRILLIANT BATHROOM" by Ariel - Clip 1
Ariel stood over Brendon, her eyes burning with anger as she snapped her fingers impatiently. He looked up at her, terrified, his gaze darting between the cruel smile on her lips and the bulge in her tight leather skirt. She took a deep breath, her chest heaving slightly, and then exhaled forcefully. The room filled with the sharp smell of farts, and Brendon's eyes widened.
"Go on," Ariel hissed, her voice cold and mocking. "You know what you have to do."
Brendon swallowed hard and crawled towards her, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch the hem of her skirt. With a scoff, she stepped back, forcing him to follow her into the cramped bathroom. The tiles were cold against his skin, and he shivered as he looked up at her.
"Please, mistress," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "I'm sorry for whatever I've done wrong. Just don't make me..."
His words trailed off as Ariel turned around, her back to him. She unzipped her skirt slowly, taking her time to tease him. Brendon's eyes were glued to her rear end, his heart pounding in his chest. With a smirk, she pulled her leather thong to the side, revealing her gaping asshole.
"Now," she said, her voice low and threatening. "You're going to pleasure me. And when I'm done, you're going to clean me up properly."
She spread her legs wide, giving him a clear view of her puckered hole. Brendon approached her slowly, his hands shaking as he reached out to touch her. With a sharp slap, Ariel sent him stumbling back, landing him on his knees.
"I didn't give you permission to touch me," she hissed. "Now get on your knees and show your appreciation."
Swallowing hard, Brendon lowered his head and pressed his lips against her asshole. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the smell of farts that filled the room. Ariel moaned, her hips moving against his lips.
"That's it," she purred. "You're such a good little cocksucker."
She leaned against the sink, her breath coming out in short, sharp gasps. Brendon continued to worship her asshole, his tongue darting in and out of her tight hole. The taste of farts was overpowering, but he forced himself to ignore it, focusing on pleasing his mistress.
Suddenly, Ariel pulled away and yanked him up by his hair. Before he could protest, she shoved him down onto the filthy bathroom floor. He gasped as the cool tiles pressed against his skin.
"Now it's time for you to clean me up," she said, her voice cold. "You've been a bad slave, so I'm going to make you earn your place in my world."
As she spoke, Ariel began to fart steadily, her skirt riding up to expose her ample ass. Brendon crawled towards her on his hands and knees, his face turning red with embarrassment. He knew what he had to do, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Come on, slave," Ariel said, her voice mocking. "Don't you want to taste your mistress's farts?"
With a deep breath, Brendon leaned forward and pressed his lips against her asshole. He could feel the hot rush of air as she farted directly into his mouth, and he tried not to gag. Ariel giggled, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.
"That's better," she purred. "Now show me how much you love my farts."
Brendon opened his mouth slightly, allowing some of the foul-smelling gas to escape. Ariel grinned, her teeth glinting in the dim light.
"You're learning, slave," she said, patting his head. "But you still have a long way to go. Maybe next time, you'll be able to take in all of my farts without hesitation."
With that, she pulled her skirt down and turned around, leaving Brendon kneeling on the bathroom floor, his face flushed with shame. He knew that there would be a next time, and he couldn't help but wonder what other humiliating tasks she had in store for him. But for now, he had to focus on pleasing his mistress, however disgusting the task might be.
