Kiara glared at the screen, her eyes filled with frustration. Her boyfriend was so absorbed in his new video game that he didn't even notice her standing in front of him, wearing her sexiest lingerie. She had tried everything to get his attention—walking around the room, bending over, even whispering seductively—but nothing seemed to work.
She took a deep breath and marched over to where he was sitting, snatching the controller out of his hands. "Look at me," she demanded, pointing at herself. "I've been trying to get your attention for hours, and all you can do is play this stupid game."
Her boyfriend looked up at her, slightly annoyed that she was making him pay attention to her when he was trying to grab the controller back from her. "Look, Kiara," he sighed, "I just want to play my game in peace."
But Kiara wasn't having any of it. She pushed him onto the bed and sat on his chest, taking control of the situation. "You're going to pay attention to me," she said firmly, smirking as she noticed the bulge in his pants. "And you're going to like it."
Kiara started playing the video game while she ignored her boyfriend's squirming underneath her. She was so into the game that she forgot about how he was trying to escape from under her ass. As she played, she felt a warm, wet sensation building up inside her—it was one of her signature smelly farts. She didn't hold back; instead, she relished in the power she was exerting over her boyfriend.
Her boyfriend tried to protest, but Kiara didn't care. She wanted him to know how it felt to be ignored while she humiliated him with her farts. She didn't care if he was uncomfortable or embarrassed; all she cared about was getting the attention she deserved.
As the video game session dragged on, Kiara's farts became more frequent and powerful. She could feel the hot air wafting up to her face, and she loved the way it made her boyfriend squirm. She wasn't ready to forgive him yet, so she continued to push her farts down his throat while he pleaded for mercy.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity to her boyfriend, Kiara decided it was time for a break. She sat sideways on him, using him as her personal fart chair as she ate a sandwich. "This is the treatment you deserve," she told him, wiping her hands on his shirt. "Now, beg me to pay attention to you."
Her boyfriend, who had been reduced to a blubbering mess by her farts, obediently did as she commanded. He kissed her ass and promised to never ignore her again, no matter how much he loved playing video games. And with that, Kiara relinquished her control over him, smirking as she realized how much power she held over him—both in and out of the bedroom.
