The Smother Box and the Game of Ignorance
Dona Belli, a young and attractive gamer girl, sat cross-legged on her bed, completely absorbed in her game. She was completely ignoring her slave, Daniel Santiago, who knelt beside her, his eyes fixed on her tight round ass. The room was quiet except for the occasional sound of his heavy breathing and the clatter of keys on the keyboard as Dona skillfully maneuvered her character through the game.
Daniel was used to this treatment; after all, he was her slave. He dutifully handed her a cold soda can from the mini-fridge next to him, his heart hammering with anticipation of what was to come. She drank half of it in one gulp and then crushed the empty can between her slender fingers before tossing it carelessly onto the floor.
"Smother box, smother box," she muttered to herself under her breath, her eyes still glued to the screen. She reached down between them and started rubbing his thigh, inviting him closer. He didn't budge; he knew better than to move without her permission.
"Daniel, get the smother box," she commanded without taking her eyes off the screen. Her voice was low and seductive, filled with hidden power that made his cock twitch in anticipation.
Obediently, he rose from his knees and walked over to the corner of the room where a large wooden box sat. He lifted the lid and inside was a soft, furry object – a tailpipe from an old car. It was covered in layers of dust and cobwebs, but he recognized it immediately.
"Bring it here," she ordered, her eyes still fixed on the screen. He hesitated for a moment before lifting it out of the box and carrying it over to her.
"Spread your legs, slave," she commanded without taking her eyes off the screen. He did as he was told, feeling a surge of both excitement and fear as he spread his legs wide open, presenting his ass to her.
She finally looked up from her game and grinned wickedly at him. "You've been such a good boy, Daniel. It's time for your reward." With that, she took the tailpipe and placed it under his nose, pressing it firmly against his mouth and nose.
"Breathe in, slave," she whispered in his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. He hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath, filling his nostrils with the musty scent of dust and old rubber. She chuckled softly and leaned back into her pillows, her ass still exposed to him.
The smother box was one of her favorite toys; it not only allowed her to control the airflow to his nose and mouth but also made her feel even more powerful than she already was. She watched as he struggled to breathe through the narrow opening, his chest heaving up and down rhythmically.
As she continued playing her game, she reached down between her legs and started rubbing her clit, moaning softly as she pictured herself ruling over him. Her grip on the tailpipe tightened slightly, making it harder for him to breathe. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on something else besides the pain in his chest and the fear that she might take things too far.
Minutes turned into hours as they played this twisted game of control and domination. Sometimes she would take the tailpipe away, allowing him to catch his breath, only to bring it back later on. Other times, she would lean forward and fart directly into his face, making him cough and choke as the putrid smell filled his nostrils.
Despite the discomfort and humiliation, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction deep inside him. He was hers, and she knew it. She could do whatever she wanted with him, and he would be there, waiting for her command.
Eventually, the game ended, and Dona Belli leaned back, stretching her arms above her head. She looked down at her slave, still kneeling on the floor with the smother box pressed against his face. "Good boy," she purred, reaching down to pat his head. "Now clean up this mess and get me something to eat."
And so, Daniel Santiago, the once-proud gamer himself, continued his life as a slave to the beautiful and sadistic Dona Belli, waiting for his next chance to please her and earn her favor.
