The video from Domina Planet was nothing short of intense. Queen Circe had her new slave laying spent on the floor of the dungeon, chained to a cleat on the floor, his head in a head harness, keeping him completely immobile. It was clear that he had been used and punished for hours just a little while ago. Queen Circe got a little tired beating the slave, so she took a break on the dungeon divan and ate a snack, talking to a mistress friend about training males.
Finally, she finished up the call and climbed off the divan, completely naked. She stood over the slave, her tone chilling as she spoke: "You know bitch, that snack didn't agree with me - my stomach is churning and I need to fart. I don't want to smell it; that's what you're for!"
The slave trembled in fear as he watched his Mistress squat down over his face, spreading her ass cheeks and letting out a short, wet, crackling fart into his face. He could not move as she pushed her asshole down to his nose, making him inhale the thick stench of her ass gas.
"Smell it, pig. I want to hear deep inhales, in and out. I want you to absorb every bit of it my ass gas. You need to worship everything that comes from me. Louder!" she ordered, snapping her fingers in front of his face as if he were a dog.
The slave tried his best to obey, inhaling and exhaling deeply as he took in the noxious odors emanating from his Mistress's ass. It was clear that this was a new reality for him, one filled with pain, humiliation, and the undeniable stench of his Mistress's farts.
Queen Circe's ruthless training continued as she whipped the slave's thighs with a big black riding crop, leaving bright red welts and making him screech in pain. Still, she dropped her stinky asshole down onto his nose, commanding him to french kiss her asshole.
"You're not fucking good enough to every kiss my lips - eww! No, you're only good enough to kiss my asshole, pig!" she sneered.
Despite the pain and degradation he was enduring, the slave could not help but obey as he started making out with his Mistress's asshole, kissing it with passion. However, she got tired of this quickly and started whipping him again, telling him: "Not like that you fucking pussy, french kiss my asshole!"
Once he did, she ripped a fart right into his mouth, making him cough and gag. She continued to whip him, telling him how ungrateful he was not to thank her for the privilege of smelling her farts.
"You haven't been really smelling my asshole, put your fucking nose in my asshole. Deeper! Put your whole fucking nose up my ass. Goooooood, toilet!" she laughed.
With that, she blasted a massive fart into his nostrils, her full weight on his face preventing him from moving away as he could only endure the intense stench and sensation. She sat with her full weight on him, then told him: "You haven't been really smelling my asshole, put your fucking nose in my asshole. Deeper! Put your whole fucking nose up my ass. Goooooood, toilet!"
She blasted him with fart after fart, making him clean up afterwards as she left him to stew in her ass juices and her goddess winds. The new slave had been initiated into a world of pain, humiliation, and the overpowering stench of his Mistress's farts. He was now nothing more than a living toilet, destined to serve at her whim.
