Serving the Queen of Farts
Thamyris Ebony, the stunning and seductive queen of farts, had found the perfect slave to indulge her every whim. He was young and eager, bowing down before her in worship as she entered the room. She wore a tight black dress that hugged every curve of her voluptuous body, accentuating the power she held over him. Her bald head glistened under the soft lighting, making it look like a polished helmet. The air around her was thick with anticipation as she approached her slave.
As she stood before him, towering above him with her regal presence, she let out a satisfied sigh. She loved to see how much he adored her, how much he longed to breathe in her farts. It was a privilege that she bestowed upon only a select few, and he was one of the lucky ones. With a smile that could only be described as predatory, she reached down and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him closer to her.
"Are you ready to serve your queen?" she purred in his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine.
"Yes, Mistress," he whispered, looking up at her with adoration in his eyes.
"Good boy," she said, giving him a playful swat on the behind. As he winced in anticipation of the pain, she chuckled darkly. "That's right. You're going to enjoy every moment of this, aren't you?"
Her words sent a rush of excitement through him. He nodded eagerly, his eyes never leaving hers. She took his face in her hands, her long, slender fingers wrapping around his cheeks like a vice. He could feel the heat from her body as she leaned in close, her breath warm against his skin.
"I'm going to fart in your face, slave," she said softly, her eyes fluttering closed as pleasure coursed through her. "And you're going to love it."
Her words sent a shockwave of lust coursing through him. He opened his mouth to catch the first fart, his eyes filled with worship for this goddess who could command him so completely. She leaned in closer, her lips almost touching his as she let out a low, guttural moan.
The first fart hit him like a warm, putrid wave. It was the most delicious scent he had ever smelled, and he inhaled deeply, drinking in every last bit of it. As she continued to fart, he closed his eyes and let out a soft moan of his own. He was in heaven, serving the queen of farts.
"Mmm, you like that, don't you?" she purred, her hand moving down to squeeze his cock through his pants. He nodded frantically, unable to speak as she continued to fart in his face.
With each passing minute, the farts became stronger, more intense. He could feel them hitting him like waves, each one stronger than the last. He didn't know how much longer he could last, but he didn't want it to end. This was his purpose, his life now.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she pulled away, a contented smile on her lips. "Very good, slave," she said, patting him on the head like a beloved pet. "You may clean yourself now."
He stumbled back, his senses reeling from the onslaught of farts. As he tried to catch his breath, he couldn't help but wonder when he would be called upon to serve her again. The anticipation was almost as intoxicating as the farts themselves.
