The Stench of Desperation
Daniel Santiago awoke to the familiar sting of his own farts, the scent of which filled his nose as he lay upside-down on the couch. He was Ketlyn Ravena's slave, and she had left him in this position hours ago, her furry behind pinning him to the cushions. He couldn't move; he could only feel the warmth and moisture of her farts spreading across his face and down his chest.
As he opened his eyes, he saw the studio ceiling through his tear-filled eyes, and the pungent smell of farts filled his senses. He tried to breathe through his mouth but only managed to inhale more of the noxious odor. He closed his eyes again, willing the stench to go away but knowing it would only get worse.
Suddenly, he felt a draft of air on his face. Ketlyn was back, her long and stinky farts wafting in his direction. She kneeled down next to him, her ample behind still pinning him to the couch, and smiled wickedly.
"Now that I've had my fun, it's time for you to experience it," she purred, leaning down and placing her hand on his forehead. "Open your mouth, slave," she commanded, and he did as he was told, his lips parting to reveal his tongue.
Ketlyn leaned closer, her breath hot against his lips as she whispered, "Swallow it all." With that, she let loose a long, loud fart right into his open mouth. The taste was unbearable - a mix of rotten eggs and wet dog – but he couldn't resist the urge to swallow. She watched him closely, enjoying the desperation in his eyes as he struggled not to gag on her foul breath.
"That's a good slave," she said, standing up and wiggling her ass in his face. "Now try to survive the rest of the day like that." With that, she walked away, leaving him alone with her stench and his own body's betrayal. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the smell and the shame, but it was no use.
He was at Ms Fetish Studio, after all, and this was just another day in the life of a slave. If only he knew what awaited him tomorrow...
