Farting Away Stress: A Slave's Journey
Cris, the dumb masseuse slave, had been given another task by his mistress, Kiara Nissei. As he entered the luxurious room where she was resting, he couldn't help but feel anxious. He knew what was coming and there was nothing he could do about it.
Kiara, a seasoned dominatrix, had been advised by her other dominant friends about the art of fart massage as payment. This was not something that Cris had been trained for, but he was more than willing to please his mistress in any way possible.
Kiara lay on the massage table, looking serene and relaxed. She patted the spot next to her, indicating for Cris to join her. He hesitated for a moment before kneeling down beside her, his heart racing with anticipation.
"Are you ready for your special massage, my little slave?" she asked with a smirk, her tone dripping with sarcasm.
Cris could only nod in response, his mouth dry from fear and excitement. He knew what was expected of him and he would not disappoint his mistress.
As the session began, Kiara closed her eyes and let out a long, loud fart right into Cris's face. The putrid smell hit him like a ton of bricks, making him feel lightheaded and dizzy. But he remained still, taking the full force of his mistress's fart attack.
Kiara continued to fart regularly throughout the massage, each one reaching Cris's nose in a powerful wave of stench. He tried his best to focus on the massage itself, running his hands over Kiara's body in an attempt to relax her. But it was hard when all he could smell was his own deep shame and humiliation.
Despite the discomfort and humiliation he was experiencing, Cris couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride in his ability to endure such a treatment. He was committed to serving his mistress in any way possible, even if it meant subjecting himself to her most intimate and disgusting acts.
As the session came to an end, Kiara opened her eyes and sat up, admiring herself in the mirror. She turned to face Cris, taking in his red, teary-eyed gaze with a satisfied smirk.
"You did well, my little slave," she said, patting him on the head. "Come back next time and we'll see if you can handle even more of my farts."
And with that, Cris cleaned up the massage table and left the room, his mind racing with thoughts of his next encounter with his mistress's deadly farts.
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