The Miniature Slave's Dark Fantasy
It had been years since Sarah acquired her miniature slave, and she had grown quite attached to him. He was small, but his loyalty knew no bounds. Every day, she would lock him in a cage, and every night, she would release him to serve her. She had never been one for pets, but there was something uniquely satisfying about owning a miniature slave. It was like having a living tapestry that she could control at will.
Today, however, Sarah was feeling particularly naughty. She had woken up with the most enormous belly, and her ass was so tight it felt like it was going to burst from all the gas. She knew just how to test her slave's loyalty - she would make him smell her horrendous farts and burps before she finally released him to service her.
The miniature slave trembled in his cage as he heard his mistress approaching. He knew what was coming next, but he couldn't deny the thrill that ran through him at the thought of being gassed by her. As Sarah approached, she farted loudly, filling the air with the putrid smell of rotten eggs and sulfur. The miniature slave tried to cover his nose, but there was no escaping it.
"Smell that, slave?" Sarah asked, her voice dripping with pleasure. "That's the scent of your mistress's ass. Now, you're going to smell my burps too."
With that, Sarah let out a long, loud burp that echoed through the room. The miniature slave cringed, trying to shield himself from the noxious gases. But despite the discomfort, he couldn't deny the arousal that coursed through him. This was his dark fantasy come true.
Finally, Sarah unlocked the cage and let the miniature slave out. He fell to his knees before her, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement. "Thank you, mistress," he whispered.
Sarah smiled cruelly, her ass still tight from the gas. "Yes, slave. Now, let's see what you've got."
The miniature slave didn't hesitate. He began to perform oral sex on his mistress, taking in deep breaths of her foul gases along with the taste of her. It was a testament to his devotion that he could find even the slightest bit of pleasure in such a dark situation.
As Sarah felt herself nearing climax, she gripped the miniature slave's head tightly, using him as a pillow for her massive ass. "Oh god, yes," she moaned. "You're such a good little slave."
And with that, Sarah let loose a sideburner, sending another wave of hot, noxious gas blasting into the miniature slave's face. He struggled to breathe, feeling like his lungs were on fire. But still, he didn't stop. He couldn't.
Finally, Sarah climaxed, her body shaking with pleasure. She collapsed onto the floor, her massive ass still pulsating from the release. The miniature slave lay beside her, panting heavily, his face red and teary from the gas.
"Did you enjoy that, slave?" Sarah asked, her voice hoarse from exertion.
The miniature slave nodded weakly, his eyes barely open. "Yes, mistress," he whispered. "I did."
And with that, Sarah pulled him close, their bodies entwined in a twisted embrace. The miniature slave knew that he had survived yet another round of gassing, but he also knew that he would willingly return to his mistress's cage every day for the rest of his life. It was his dark fantasy, and he was proud to be her slave.
