A Christmas Surprise to Remember
Ariel looked at Cris with disdain as he stood before her, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. She had given him a simple task - to retrieve her Christmas present from the store - and he had failed miserably. The gift box remained empty, devoid of the precious contents within.
Cris tried to explain himself, but Ariel wasn't about to listen. Instead, she turned on her heel and stormed off to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. She wanted nothing more than to be alone with her anger and frustration.
Minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Cris tentatively opened it, his heart pounding in his chest. Ariel stood before him, her eyes dark and menacing. She held out a small package wrapped in red and green papers.
"Your Christmas wish is coming out of my ass," she spat at him. The words were laced with venom, making them sting even more than the fart that had followed them.
Cris took the package from her, his face flushed with embarrassment. He knew he had messed up, and now he would have to pay the price.
As he turned to leave, Ariel's voice stopped him in his tracks. "And remember, slave," she said, her tone cold and hard, "this is the only present you're getting."
He nodded, his heart heavy with dread. He knew what was coming next.
The rest of the day passed in a blur for Cris. He stood by helplessly as Ariel prepared herself for their upcoming encounter. She changed into a tiny red Santa suit, complete with a hat and mittens, making her look even more like the sexy elf she was.
Finally, it was time. Ariel strode confidently towards him, her eyes glinting with mischief. She reached out and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him close.
"Open your mouth," she ordered, her voice low and seductive.
Cris hesitated for just a moment before obeying. He felt a rush of hot air against his tongue as Ariel pressed the gift box into his mouth. It was surprisingly light, but he knew better than to question her.
She stepped back and surveyed his work, her eyes taking in every detail. "Not bad," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "But there's one more thing."
Without warning, Ariel let out a loud, stinky fart right into Cris's face. He gagged on the putrid smell, his eyes watering as the hot wind hit his skin. Tears streamed down his cheeks, but he couldn't move. He was helpless under Ariel's power.
"There you go, slave," she said, smirking. "Your Christmas wish has come true."
And with that, she turned and left him there, the taste of shame and humiliation lingering on his tongue. Cris could only imagine how this surreal experience would play out in his memories for years to come.
