Fart Control by Britney Hunter and Mel Cam
Britney Hunter, the queen of her domain, was displeased with Mel, her slave. She'd given Mel explicit instructions to clean her room and prepare her outfit for the day, yet Mel had failed to complete the task properly. As punishment, Britney summoned Mel to her chamber and ordered her to kneel before the throne.
Mel trembled in fear as she knelt down, her gaze fixed on the floor. She could feel the weight of Britney's stare on her back, and she knew what was coming next. With a sigh, Britney grabbed a large pillow from the side of her bed and placed it on the floor in front of her. "You're going to need this," she said ominously.
Mel's heart rate increased as she realized what was about to happen. She looked up at Britney, pleading with her eyes, but the queen remained stern. "I want you to smell my farts," Britney commanded. "I want you to feel the weight of my ass on your face, and I want you to know that I am in control."
With that, Britney released a monstrous fart, one that shook the room and filled it with the most disgusting stench imaginable. Mel's eyes watered as the noxious gas hit her nose, and she struggled not to gag. But she knew better than to disobey her queen, so she remained kneeling, taking in every bit of Britney's foul odor.
"That's it," Britney said, her voice almost soothing. "You're doing good, Mel. Now just relax and let me do the work." And with those words, Britney released another wave of farts, each one stronger and more pungent than the last. Mel closed her eyes and tried to focus on breathing through her mouth, but the smell was overwhelming.
Minutes seemed to stretch into hours as Britney relieved her gassy build-up on Mel's face and in her lungs. The queen paid no attention to her slave's discomfort, instead focusing on emptying her bowels completely. She let out long, drawn-out farts that echoed throughout the chamber, making sure Mel felt every last bit of her fart control.
When Britney finally felt satisfied that she'd made her point, she pulled the pillow away and stood up, leaving Mel on the floor, gasping for air. "That," Britney said, "is what happens when you disobey your queen." She turned around and left the chamber without another word, leaving Mel to clean up the mess she'd made.
As Mel struggled to her feet, she vowed never to disobey Britney again. The stench of Britney's farts lingered in the air, a constant reminder of who held the power in their relationship. And so, Mel began her new life as Britney's loyal and obedient slave, always ready to submit to her queen's demands, no matter how humiliating or unpleasant they might be.
