MartinaMendes gazed down at her new slave with a mixture of disdain and amusement. The slave, a young man with an eager look in his eyes, knelt before her, his tongue hovering just above the floor. She smirked, knowing that he was eager to please her, and that his desire to clean her asshole with his tongue would soon be put to the test.
"Vamos," she said, her voice curt and commanding. The slave nodded obediently, his eyes never leaving hers. She felt a rumble deep in her gut, and knew that she had to release the gas that was building up inside her. But first, she had some words of instruction for her slave.
"You are an obedient slave, and today you have come to visit me to clean my asshole by licking it with your tongue," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "However, it seems that something in yesterday's meal made me feel bad... and I feel so gassy!"
The slave's eyes widened, but he remained silent. Martina smiled cruelly. "What? You think that's an excuse to stop sucking?!" she snarled. "Come on, move it, bitch! You'll have to suck my asshole while I fart in your face."
As she spoke, Martina let her gases loose, releasing a loud, wet fart into the slave's face. He winced as the putrid odor hit him, but he didn't move away. Instead, he lowered his face closer to her asshole, his tongue ready for action.
Martina watched with dark amusement as the slave began to lick her asshole, his tongue darting in and out of her tight hole. She let out another long, loud fart, this time aiming it directly at his face. The slave gagged slightly, but he didn't stop. Martina grinned, feeling a rush of power as she dominated him completely.
"While I talk to you in Spanish, I tell you that you're only good for this," she said, her voice dripping with contempt. "You know I'm not wrong, right?"
The slave didn't respond, but Martina could see the shame and humiliation in his eyes. She let out another fart, this one shorter but just as stinky as the others. The slave continued to lick her asshole, his tongue working overtime to clean away her stench.
Martina leaned back in her chair, enjoying the power she held over her slave. She let out one last fart, a long, rumbling one that almost knocked the slave off his knees. He staggered back, choking on the fumes, but he didn't stop licking.
Martina smiled, satisfied with her slave's obedience. She knew that he would clean her asshole until she was satisfied, no matter how much she farted in his face. It was a taste of submission, and she savored every moment of it.
