The Bathroom Slave's Farting Ordeal
Babi Ventura watched as her slave, curled up on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, shivered in anticipation. The young woman had been living in the cramped space for months now, completely at the mercy of her mistress. Today would be no different; Babi would feed her, but only after she had endured yet another round of farting humiliation.
With a smirk, Babi positioned herself on the toilet seat, her pert bottom rising and falling enticingly. "Open wide," she commanded, as she lowered her barely-there thong to reveal her tight, round ass cheeks. The slave knew what she had to do; she couldn't refuse the precious meal that was about to be bestowed upon her. Gingerly, she approached her mistress's exposed backside and began to position herself.
One fart followed another, each one stronger than the last, filling the small room with noxious gas. Babi savored the power she held over her slave, knowing that each fart was a test of her devotion. And the slave, for her part, showed no signs of faltering; she took each fart deep into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it before pushing it past her gag reflex and down into her stomach.
Finally, Babi rose from the toilet, satisfied with her slave's efforts. "Come," she said, leading the young woman by the collar to the bedroom. There, she positioned her on all fours, ass high in the air, waiting for the next round of farting torture.
One by one, Babi released her farts onto the slave's exposed backside, each one causing the young woman to shudder with humiliation. But she knew better than to resist; each fart was a small price to pay for the continued favor of her mistress. When Babi was finally satisfied, she allowed the slave to crawl to her side, where she lay, spent and exhausted, as her mistress stroked her hair lovingly.
As the sun began to set, Babi surveyed her handiwork with pride. The bathroom slave had once been a strong, independent woman – now she was little more than a living, breathing fart catcher. And Babi couldn't help but savor the thought of what tomorrow would bring.
