Ariel snuggled deeper into her pillow, trying to drown out the sound of jack's snoring as he slept on the floor beside her bed. She had spent the entire day working on her latest facesitting video and was exhausted. All she wanted was a good night's sleep to recharge her batteries. But as she closed her eyes, she could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck, and it was beginning to annoy her.
She sighed in frustration and turned over, frowning when his arm slipped off her waist and fell to the floor. Jack was one of her most loyal fans, but sometimes he seemed to forget that he was just a fan, not her personal slave. She groaned as she felt him squirming closer again, his head nestling against her back.
Feeling a wave of irritation wash over her, Ariel sat up abruptly, sending jack tumbling onto his back with a startled yelp. She glared down at him, her expression one of pure fury. "What do you think you're doing?" she snapped, her voice like ice.
Jack blinked up at her, his eyes wide with fear. "I'm sorry, Ariel," he stuttered, scrambling to his feet. "I didn't mean to wake you. I just wanted to be close to you."
Ariel rolled her eyes, feeling her anger dissipate slightly. "Well, you've certainly done that," she said dryly. "Now go and make yourself useful. Go fetch me a glass of water."
Jack nodded quickly and disappeared into the kitchen. As she listened to him rummaging around, Ariel couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. After all, jack was just a fan who had fallen in love with her work. But it was a love that had to be kept at arm's length, or else things could get messy.
When he returned with the water, she took a sip gratefully and handed him back the glass. "Thank you, jack," she said, trying to sound more kindly. "Now why don't you go and watch some TV or something? I need to get some rest."
Jack nodded again and headed for the living room, leaving Ariel alone to finally get some sleep. But as she drifted off, she couldn't help but feel a nagging sense of unease. She knew that jack was still there, and she couldn't shake the feeling that he was waiting for something.
She awoke with a start later that evening, feeling a chill in the air. The room was silent, and jack was nowhere to be seen. But as she stood up and stretched, she felt a draft of cold air on her legs. Turning around, she saw jack standing there, his eyes wide with fear.
In his hands, he held a plate of potato chips. "I thought you might be hungry," he said nervously. "I brought you some chips."
Ariel's eyes narrowed. "And why would I be hungry?" she asked, her voice icy. "I just ate dinner."
Jack's face reddened, and he looked down at his feet. "I... I thought you might be mad at me," he mumbled. "For waking you up earlier."
Ariel sighed, feeling a twinge of pity for the poor fool. He really didn't know when he was pushing his luck. "Fine," she said, relenting slightly. "But only because you brought me food. Now go and sit down, and don't say a word unless I ask you a question."
Jack nodded gratefully and took a seat on the couch, watching as Ariel settled back onto her bed. She could hear him munching on the chips, and it made her want to gag. But she forced herself to ignore it, closing her eyes and trying to focus on relaxing.
After what felt like hours, Ariel finally opened her eyes and sat up straight. Jack was still sitting there, chewing on a chip, his face slack with boredom. "I thought I told you not to speak unless I asked you a question," she said, raising an eyebrow.
Jack swallowed hard and cleared his throat. "Sorry, Ariel," he mumbled. "I just... I wanted to know if you needed anything else."
Ariel considered his offer for a moment before nodding. "Actually," she said, her voice quiet but firm. "I think I need you to punish yourself for waking me up earlier."
Jack's eyes widened in surprise. "Wh-what do you mean?" he stammered.
"I mean," Ariel replied, getting to her feet and heading towards him. "I think it's time you learned your lesson. And since you seem to like my facesitting videos so much, I think a little facesitting punishment would be fitting."
Jack looked terrified, but he couldn't bring himself to refuse. As Ariel sat down on the couch and patted her lap, he climbed onto the small space between them, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt her fingers curl around his shirt collar, pulling him closer to her face.
"Open your mouth," she commanded, her voice like steel.
Jack obeyed, feeling a wave of terror wash over him as he felt her hot breath on his lips. Slowly, she lowered her face onto his, her nose pressing against his as she carefully aligned her mouth with his. When she was satisfied with their position, she leaned forward slightly, her weight pressing down on his chest.
And then she did it. She released a long, slow fart into his mouth, filling his nose and throat with the putrid stench of rotten eggs. Jack gagged and choked, trying to pull away from her, but Ariel held him in place with a vice-like grip.
"This is your punishment," she growled, her breath hot against his skin. "You will take every fart I give you, and you will learn to never wake me up again."
With that, she released another fart into his mouth, this one even more vile than the last. Jack whimpered and shook his head, feeling like he was going to be sick. But he knew he had to obey. He was in the hands of the face-sitting queen now, and he would have to endure whatever she threw at him.
