The Farting Queen and Her Slave
Aline sat comfortably on her queen-sized bed, her full hips swaying as she watched the black bag containing her slave squirm beneath her. She'd caught him earlier for not obeying her orders; it seemed he hadn't learned his lesson yet. Gripping onto the handles of the bag tightly, she leaned in closer, her soft breasts brushing against the thin fabric that separated them. She could feel his warmth seeping through to her, and it only excited her more.
"Admit it," she purred in her sultry voice, biting her bottom lip. "Admit you're mine, and I'll let you taste my essence."
The bag writhed in response, and Aline chuckled darkly. "Oh, how I love hearing your pathetic whimpers," she murmured with a wicked grin. "But that's not enough, slave. Beg me."
More squirming and muffled pleas came from within the bag, and Aline could feel herself growing wet between her legs at the thought of having such control over someone so desperate for her attention. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the bag stopped moving altogether.
"Please, Mistress," came a hoarse voice from inside. "I'm yours. Do with me as you wish."
Smirking in triumph, Aline tore a small hole in the bag and reached inside, curling her fingers around his cock. She squeezed gently, teasing him as she slowly stroked him to hardness. As he grew wider-eyed with anticipation, she pulled him out of the bag and placed him on the bed beside her.
"Now," she purred, straddling his chest and rubbing her swollen pussy against his mouth. "Taste me."
He eagerly complied, lapping at her folds and sucking greedily on her clit as she began to grind against his face. She moaned, arching her back and tossing her long hair over her shoulder as pleasure washed over her. This was the type of power she lived for - knowing that she could make someone squirm in submission while also bringing them immense pleasure.
"Oh, yes," she breathed out, her hips moving faster. "You're such a good little slave."
The slave continued to service her, his tongue darting in and out of her moist entrance as she writhed above him. Aline grew closer and closer to climax, feeling her whole body tense up in anticipation. And then, just when she thought she couldn't take any more, she felt it - the familiar rumble building deep within her gut.
Without warning, Aline released a long, loud fart that reverberated through the room. It hit her slave full force, enveloping his face and saturating his nostrils with its potent scent. He gagged immediately but didn't pull away, despite the nauseating stench that filled his nose. Instead, he continued to service her, showing his unwavering devotion even in the face of her most repulsive act.
This only turned Aline on further. She farted again, this time aiming more directly at her slave's face. He coughed and sputtered but still didn't stop, his hands gripping her thighs tightly as if afraid to let go. With one final push, she released an especially powerful fart that coated his entire face and sent shivers of delight through her body.
Finally, she collapsed onto his chest, panting heavily. She felt accomplished, yet strangely satisfied too. As she looked down at the slave below her, she realized that she'd found something more than just a pet - she'd found someone who truly understood her dark desires. And for that, she would keep him by her side.
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