The Queen of Farts and Her Slave
Bruna Paes sat comfortably on her royal throne, her stomach slightly bloated from a day filled with protein shakes and eggs. She was meticulous about her body, always ensuring it remained toned and perfect. Today, however, she felt the need to release the excess gas building up inside her.
Her attention turned to her servant, Melissa Ramos. The young woman stood before her, eyes downcast and trembling with anticipation. Bruna surveyed Melissa's curvy form, admiring how it would bounce under her hand. She had trained Melissa well; she could sense when her mistress needed something without being told.
"Melissa," Bruna said calmly, "come here."
Melissa approached Bruna, her heart beating faster in her chest. She knew what was coming next; it was something she both loved and feared.
Bruna reached out and placed her hand on Melissa's stomach, gently pressing down. Immediately, Melissa's face contorted in discomfort as the gas bubbled up inside her. She tried to suppress it, but it was no use.
"Swallow it," Bruna commanded softly.
Melissa opened her mouth wide, and the moment Bruna's fingers found their way inside, she swallowed as deeply as possible. The taste of sour eggs filled her mouth, but she couldn't get enough of it. As more gas entered her mouth and down her throat, she felt a sense of submission wash over her.
Bruna smiled, watching Melissa's face contort in ecstasy. She let out a long, loud fart, and the sound echoed through the chamber. Melissa swallowed it whole, her eyes rolling back in her head.
"Good girl," Bruna praised, patting Melissa's head.
Melissa moaned in delight, her cheeks hollowed as she prepared for more. Bruna continued to fill her stomach with her farts, each one stronger and more pungent than the last. Melissa's body shook with each passing wave of gas, her breasts bouncing with each movement.
Finally, Bruna pulled her hand away, and Melissa's stomach heaved as she tried to catch her breath. She looked up at Bruna, her eyes shining with love and admiration.
"You are mine, Melissa," Bruna said, her voice low and seductive. "You belong to the Queen of Farts."
And with that, Melissa knew there was nowhere else she'd rather be than at Bruna's side, enduring her stinky punishments and loving every second of it.
