Alexyah shifted uncomfortably on the leather chair, her stomach churning with discomfort. She'd woken up with an awful stomach ache that wouldn't go away with a few simple remedies. A slave boy, who she'd bought from Call Me Alexyah studio, stood beside her, his eyes fixed on her plump bottom. The young man was gagged and naked, with a leash around his neck, ready to serve his mistress at her beck and call.
"Please, mistress," he begged softly, "let me lick you clean."
Alexyah's mouth twisted into a sneer of amusement as she considered the pathetic creature before her. It was unfortunate that he was so eager to serve her, but she supposed he'd been conditioned to obey from the moment he'd been brought into the studio.
"Very well, slave," she said, her voice cold and distant. "You may begin."
The slave boy dropped to his knees and leaned in closer, his lips trembling in anticipation. Alexyah hesitated for a moment before pulling down her white panties, revealing her pale, puckered backside. With a deep breath, she released the first wave of gas into the enclosed space between them.
The stench was overpowering, but the slave boy didn't seem to mind. In fact, he leaned in closer, his tongue darting out to taste the noxious fumes. Alexyah watched as he struggled to contain his own gag reflex, his eyes watering from the intensity of the smell.
"That's it, slave," she purred, feeling the warmth spread through her body as she released more of the toxic gas. "Take it all in."
The slave boy nodded, his tongue twisting and turning as he tried to keep up with the waves of fumes. He pressed his face closer to her ass, his nose just inches from the source of the odor.
"Good boy," Alexyah murmured, her fingers tracing teasing circles around her clit. She could feel herself growing more aroused by the second, her body responding to the power she held over the helpless slave.
As the last of the gas escaped from her system, Alexyah pulled her panties back up and leaned back in the chair, her chest rising and falling with the force of her exertion. The slave boy remained on his knees, panting heavily from the effort of taking in so much of her waste.
"Well done, slave," she said, her voice a harsh whisper. "Now get up and clean this place. The smell of your mistress's gas must be gone by morning."
The slave boy rose unsteadily to his feet, his eyes never leaving Alexyah's. He knew that he'd served his purpose, but he also knew that there would be other times when he would be called upon to perform this demeaning task. It was a part of his life now, a reminder of his lowly status in the world of Call Me Alexyah.
