The treadmill hummed softly as Pastel Goddess, clad in a skimpy sports bra and thong, stepped onto the machine. Her voluptuous curves were accentuated by the snug fabric as she adjusted the settings and began to warm up her legs. She felt the familiar tightness in her gut, a mixture of anxiety and excitement that always came with a good workout.
As she started to jog, her eyes settled on the little figure tied up beside her on the floor. The man, barely dressed and looking dazed, was clearly her fart slave. Pastel Goddess knew he would be essential to her workout today. She had overindulged at lunch, and there was no way she was going to put up with the stench of her own farts while she worked out. No, she needed him.
With a mischievous grin, she began to run faster, her ass bouncing enticingly with each step. She could feel the gas building up inside her, and she knew exactly what she was going to do with it. As the first warm, moist fart escaped her tight little asshole and wafted towards her slave's face, she whispered teasingly, "Suck it up, slave. It's going to be a long, stinky day."
The man on the floor couldn't believe what was happening. He had been curious about what it would be like to serve as a fart slave, but he had never imagined his mistress would make him do it while she worked out. He could already feel the heat and pressure building in his stomach as more of her farts wafted towards him.
As Pastel Goddess picked up the pace, her workout became more intense. She was breathing heavily now, her tits heaving in time with her breaths. Her farts came faster and harder, each one stronger than the last. The smell was overpowering, but the man on the floor couldn't resist. He had to obey his mistress, no matter how disgusting or humiliating the task.
Halfway through her workout, Pastel Goddess slowed down to a brisk walk. She turned to face her slave, who was panting heavily from all the farts he'd been forced to inhale. She could see the look of utter submission in his eyes, and it turned her on. With a sultry smile, she reached down between his legs and started stroking him gently.
"That's a good boy," she purred. "You've been such a good fart slave today. I think you deserve a reward."
And with that, she led him to the bedroom, promising him the biggest meal he'd ever had. As she undid his restraints and helped him onto the bed, she couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of how much he would enjoy eating her leftovers. For now, though, it was time to focus on their more carnal desires.
Pastel Goddess climbed onto the bed beside him, her soft skin glistening with sweat. She kissed him passionately, tasting the farts on his lips. It was the most perverse and thrilling moment of his life. As he clung to her, eager for more, he couldn't help but wonder what other twisted delights she had in store for him.
