Thayzinha stepped into the bedroom, her eyes narrowed in disapproval as she took in the sight of Bill sprawled lazily across her bed. He was clad only in his underwear, his face buried in a pillow as he slept peacefully. She had given him strict instructions to tidy up before taking a nap, but it seemed he hadn't even attempted to do so.
She moved closer to the bed, her black stilettos clicking against the hardwood floor. As she reached out to shake him awake, she noticed the faint scent of stale air emanating from his body. Her eyes lit up with an evil glint.
"Wake up, slave," she commanded, shaking him roughly. Bill's head jolted up, and he blinked groggily at her. He looked around, confused and disoriented. "What time is it?" he mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
"It's time for your punishment," she replied coldly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You've been such a lazy sub, and I can't have that. So, I thought I'd do something special to make you pay attention."
Bill sat up, his heart racing. He could feel the heat rising in his face as he realized what she was implying. "What do you have in mind, Mistress?" he asked, his voice trembling.
"Oh, I have plenty of ideas," she purred, running her hand through her long, dark hair. "But for now, I think I'll start with something simple. You know how much I love to facesit, and today you're going to experience my farts up close and personal."
Bill's stomach churned at the thought of it. He couldn't believe she was actually considering this. But he knew better than to protest or disobey her.
Thayzinha climbed onto the bed, straddling Bill's chest. She leaned down, her breasts pressing against his face as she positioned herself for what was to come. "Now, slave," she whispered, her hot breath tickling his ear. "Open your mouth wide and wait for my farts."
Bill did as he was told, his mouth opening wide in anticipation of the first blast. Thayzinha's asshole flexed, and a loud, powerful fart shot out of her ass and straight into Bill's waiting mouth. He gagged on the sudden rush of putrid air, but managed to swallow it down.
One after another, Thayzinha farted directly into Bill's mouth, each one stronger and more disgusting than the last. He could feel the warmth and stink of her farts filling his nostrils and mouth, choking him and making him dizzy.
"That's it, slave," she purred, her eyes gleaming with pleasure. "Take it all in. Smell my farts, taste them, and remember your place."
After what seemed like an eternity, Thayzinha finally stopped, her asshole relaxing and releasing only small, useless farts. She leaned back, allowing Bill to gasp for air. He coughed and sputtered, trying to get the taste of her farts out of his mouth.
"There now, slave," she said, smiling smugly. "You've been punished. Next time you'll think twice before being so lazy."
With that, she stood up and walked out of the room, leaving Bill to lie there, shivering and covered in the stench of her farts.
