Theoliviasin let out a contented sigh as she settled into the plushness of her bed. It had been a long day filled with delicious food, and now it was time to indulge in another one of her favorite pastimes: facesitting. Pulling off her green gingerbread print Christmas pajama bottoms, revealing her lacy hot pants beneath, she climbed onto the bed and positioned herself over her slave girl's supine form. With a grin, she wiggled her ample bottom into the air, presenting her full cheeks to the eager young woman below.
"Do you like what you see, girl?" she purred, running her fingers through her curly hair as she braced herself for the onslaught of farts to come. The look on her slave's face was priceless, a mix of terror and anticipation that always sent shivers down Theoliviasin's spine. This was the beauty of their arrangement: the power she held over this beautiful young woman, the way she could reduce her to a quivering mass of need with nothing more than a stinky fart.
And oh, how she intended to use that power tonight. Sinking down onto the girl's face, trapping her head beneath her plump bottom cheeks, she released the first wave of farts. They came fast and furious, each one causing the girl to gag and writhe in discomfort. Theoliviasin couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, her ample curves bouncing with every forceful expulsion.
The girl tried to struggle, to escape the noxious cloud of gas enveloping her, but it was no use. Theoliviasin held her firmly in place, relishing in the power she held over this once-beautiful face now smeared with the stench of her farts. One cheek, then the other, she sat upon, releasing wave after wave of putrid gas into her helpless slave's face.
Minutes turned into hours, and Theoliviasin lost count of how many "presents" she'd given her slave girl tonight. But she didn't care. This was their arrangement, their twisted version of a relationship, and she loved every moment of it. The way the girl's eyes watered and her nose curled in disgust, the way her own stomach churned with each forceful expulsion of gas... it was all part of the thrill.
Finally, spent and sated, Theoliviasin stood up and pulled her pants back up, leaving her slave girl to lay in the stench of her farts. She lit up a cigarette, taking a long drag before exhaling a plume of smoke, "Well, girl. That was quite the 'gift-giving' session, wasn't it?" She chuckled again, her ample bosom heaving with her laughter.
She knew that this was not a traditional relationship, but it worked for them. And as she lay back down onto her bed, already dreaming of the next time they would be together, she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of happiness. Because in this world, where everything was turned upside down and inside out, it was their arrangement that made them whole.
