Swallow My Farts, Slut Maid
Raquel, a successful businesswoman, sat at her desk, her eyes fixed on the computer screen. She was in the middle of a crucial negotiation, her cell phone buzzing occasionally as she received updates from her assistant. She ignored the growing pressure in her stomach, knowing that taking a break to use the bathroom would disrupt her concentration.
Her maid, a young woman named Aline, stood dutifully by her side, ready to serve. Raquel turned to her and whispered, "I need you to do something for me, Aline."
Aline looked at her nervously, wondering what was coming.
"I have some gas," Raquel explained, "and I need you to help me get rid of it. I don't want to stop working, so I need you to be my personal fart catcher."
Aline swallowed hard, feeling a wave of nervousness wash over her. She had never been asked to do anything like this before.
"I'll do it, Mistress," she said, her voice shaking slightly.
Raquel smiled, pleased with her response. "Good girl. Just stand there and wait for my farts. Whenever you catch one, you swallow it quietly."
Aline nodded, her heart racing as she wondered what the next few minutes would bring. She stood by Raquel's side, her eyes focused on her employer's ass as she anticipated the first burst of air.
Soon enough, a loud fart escaped Raquel's tight dress, filling the room with its pungent stench. Aline winced, her face contorting in disgust, but she managed to keep her lips sealed and swallow the fart whole.
Raquel felt a sense of relief wash over her and turned back to her computer screen, oblivious to the maid's discomfort. Aline stood by, her cheeks hollowed out from swallowing the fart, wondering how many more she would have to swallow before the day was over.
As the negotiations continued, Raquel let out several more farts, each one making Aline cringe inside. But she remained stoic, determined to follow her Mistress's orders to the letter.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the negotiations were complete. Raquel turned to Aline, a satisfied smile on her face.
"Thank you, Aline," she said, patting the maid's head affectionately. "You've been a very good girl."
Aline felt a mixture of relief and shame wash over her as she realized what she had just been through. She couldn't help but wonder if this was what being a maid truly meant—to be at the beck and call of your employer, no matter how humiliating the task.
As she watched Raquel walk away, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride in herself. She had done as she was told, even when it meant swallowing her Mistress's farts. And somehow, that thought made the embarrassment somewhat bearable.
