Lolla Morango was the queen of humiliation, ruling over her male slaves with an iron fist. Today, she was in the mood for something special, something that would make her slave squirm in pleasure and pain. She had him bound tightly, his face pressed against her perfect bottom, eagerly awaiting her next command.
With a smirk, she lowered her pajama pants and exposed her round, juicy ass to the waiting slave. He whimpered in anticipation as she turned her back on him and began to grind her hips against him, teasingly rubbing her sweat-slicked skin against his cheek.
"Do you want to see what I've been saving for you?" she purred, reaching back and spreading her cheeks apart to reveal her tight pink hole. A wave of heat washed over the slave as he caught a whiff of her musky scent.
"Yes, Mistress," he murmured, his eyes locked on her ass as she slowly lowered herself onto his face. Her body was a living, breathing work of art, and he couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to be a part of her sick and twisted fantasies.
As she began to push her farts out, he felt the warm, putrid air wafting over his face. Each toot was stronger than the last, and he could see her chest heaving with effort as she tried to contain her gassy delights. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his forehead, and he could feel her hot breath on his skin as she exhaled.
"Does it taste good?" she asked, her voice a low growl. He nodded eagerly, his tongue darting out to taste her farts. She smiled cruelly, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling his face deeper into her ass. He opened his mouth wide, eager to take in every last drop of her stinky farts.
"You're such a good little toilet," she purred, thrilling at the sight of his obedient face buried in her ass. She continued to fill the room with her farts, each one stronger than the last, and he watched in awe as she controlled the flow of gas from her tight little hole.
Finally, she pulled her ass away from his face, leaving him gasping for air. She stood over him, peering down at him with a satisfied smile. "Now, aren't you glad you're mine?" she asked, her voice laced with sweet cruelty. He nodded, his eyes never leaving her perfect behind.
With a flick of her wrist, she released him from his bonds and walked away, leaving him to wonder what sick and twisted pleasure she had planned for him next. But he knew one thing for sure - he would be there, eagerly awaiting her every command, no matter how humiliating or degrading it might be.
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