The Corporate Slave's Fate
Leah, clad in a tight, emerald green pencil skirt and a form-fitting white blouse, sauntered into the office, her high heels clacking on the polished tile floor. She was the epitome of power and dominance, her curvy figure accentuated by the fitted clothing. Her gaze swept over the office, taking in the desks and cubicles that housed her employees.
Leah was the boss, and she knew it. She also knew that she had a secret weapon that she could use to keep her subordinates in line - her gassy ass. Over the years, Leah had developed quite the reputation for controlling her employees with her farts. It was a dirty little secret that they all knew about but dared not speak of.
Today would be no different. Leah walked over to her favorite victim, a young man who had been with the company for only a few months. His name was Mike, and he was terrified of his new boss.
"Mike," Leah purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "I want you to lift my ass if you want to breathe."
Mike's face turned red as he realized what his boss was asking him to do. He had been on the receiving end of her gas attacks before, and he knew that it was never a pleasant experience.
"But, Leah," he stammered, "I don't think that's appropriate in the office."
Leah laughed, a sinister cackle that sent shivers down Mike's spine. "Appropriate? Who cares about appropriate?" She leaned forward, her ass now mere inches from Mike's face. "Do you want to breathe or not?"
Mike swallowed hard and nodded. He reached out tentatively, placing his hands on Leah's plump ass cheeks. As he lifted, he could feel the heat emanating from her body, and the stench of rotten eggs filled his nostrils. Leah let out a satisfied moan as her ass cheeks were lifted off Mike's face, allowing him to breathe in the fresh air.
She grinned wickedly, knowing that she had him right where she wanted him. "That's a good boy," she purred, her voice still dripping with seduction. "Now, don't make me lift my ass again, or you'll be begging for air."
And with that, Leah sat back down on her desk, her ass cheeks squishing together as she adjusted her position. Mike could feel the heat emanating from her body, and he knew that he would be in for a long day of enduring his boss's gas attacks.
As Leah went about her day, she made sure to find time to sit on Mike's face every chance she got. She loved the power she held over him, and the way he begged for air whenever she lifted her ass cheeks off of his face. Mike was her personal little slave, and she intended to keep him that way.
By the end of the day, Mike was exhausted both physically and mentally. He couldn't wait to go home and take a hot shower, hoping to wash away the stench of his boss's farts. But he knew that he would be back tomorrow, ready to face whatever Leah had in store for him.
For now, though, he was content to sit in his car, windows rolled up and the air conditioning on full blast, trying to clear his head of the memory of his boss's ass cheeks squishing against his face. But no matter how hard he tried, he knew that he would never forget the Corporate Slave's Fate.
