A Stinky Surprise for My Slave
It was early in the morning, and I woke up with an unbearable stomach ache. My tummy was bloated, and I felt like a hot air balloon ready to take off. I had been eating a bit too much junk food lately, and my body was paying the price. As I sat on my bed, rubbing my stomach, I knew I had to find a way to release this gas if I wanted to feel better.
I walked over to my smotherbox, a contraption I'd made specifically for this purpose. The smotherbox was a small box with a hole on top where my slave's face would fit perfectly. It also had a hole in the back for ventilation. I sat down on the chair in front of the box, my big tits swaying back and forth as I adjusted myself comfortably.
I turned on the camera and gave a little wave before starting the process. I put my hands on my hips and took a deep breath, trying to get everything to come out at once. The first few farts were small and weak, but they quickly got stronger and more pungent. Soon, my stomach was rumbling with a deep, guttural sound that echoed throughout the room.
I couldn't help but grin as I imagined the smell wafting up to my slave's nostrils. I reached down and pulled my panties aside, revealing my bare, hairless pussy. I let out a long, loud fart that shook my entire body. My slave would have to deal with the full force of this one.
I waited, holding my breath to see how good the smell would be. It was like a ripe fruit right before it rotted - sweet and sour at the same time. I couldn't help but close my eyes and take a deep breath through my mouth, savoring the taste of my own gas.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw the slave cowering in fear, eyes watering from the overwhelming stench. I laughed wickedly as I leaned forward and whispered in a low voice, "Swallow it all, slave. Every last bit."
The slave slowly leaned in, his face turning a deep shade of red as he tried to get as close to my ass as possible. I let out another huge fart, this one hitting him right in the nose. He gagged and choked, trying to get away from the smell, but I held him there with one hand on his head.
"See if you can lick me clean," I challenged him, smirking. My tongue darted out to wet my lips as I watched him struggle with the task at hand.
After what felt like an eternity, the slave finally completed his mission. He looked up at me, his eyes wide with shock and awe. I couldn't help but feel satisfied as I nodded approval.
"Good job, slave. You've earned your place for another day." I stood up, stretching my arms above my head as the gas slowly seeped out of my body. My tummy was finally flat again, and I felt a million times better.
As I walked away from the smotherbox, I couldn't help but think about how lucky my slave was to be able to experience such an intimate part of my life. And how grateful I was to have him there, taking all of my gas and humiliating him for my entertainment.
"Check out more videos in this category," I said with a wink, linking to the page with another video showing a different slave being used for similar purposes. "The stinkier, the better."
