The title of the story is "Lady Diosa's Sultry Gift".
Lady Diosa sat on the edge of her bed, her dark eyes glinting with mischief as she watched her bound submissive kneel before her. He was young, with an eager face and a cock already straining towards her, ready for whatever she had in store. She ran a finger down his chest, tracing the line of his defined muscles until he shivered under her touch.
"Lie down," she commanded softly, gesturing towards the mattress. "I have something special planned for you tonight."
As he complied, laying back with a mix of anticipation and fear, she couldn't help but grin. This was going to be a treat, one she'd been saving up for just the right moment.
Slowly, she lowered herself onto his face, feeling his hot breath against her wet folds as she teased him with her pussy. She groaned softly, arching her back as she let him taste her, knowing that he would do anything to please her.
And then, she began to fart.
Not softly, not subtly, but with all the force of her powerful body. The stench filled the air, assaulting his senses as she leaned forward, gripping his hair with one hand and pressing her ass down on his face.
He gagged, trying to pull away from the overwhelming smell, but she held him fast, her other hand slipping between them to stroke his cock. She could feel his desire, even through the revulsion, and it only made her more determined.
With every fart, she increased the pressure, rubbing her ass against his face until he was edging, close to the brink of orgasm but unable to come because of her. She watched him, savoring the power she held over him, and then, finally, she let him go.
It wasn't the release he'd been waiting for, but it was enough to send him over the edge. He came hard, his cock jerking against her hand as he cried out in ecstasy. And as he lay there, panting and spent, she leaned down and whispered in his ear.
"That," she said, "was just a warm-up."
