My Fat Slave's Fart Training
Bella Cruel leaned back on the lavish chaise longue, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as she watched Bill struggle to catch his breath. The fat slave was on his knees before her, his face buried deep in her plush velvet robes. He had failed to clean the bathroom to Bella's liking, and now he was paying the price.
"Now that we've gotten the hard part out of the way," Bella purred, her tone cold and commanding, "it's time to teach you how to properly appreciate your mistress's farts." She chuckled darkly, her ample cleavage bouncing enticingly with each laugh.
Bill whimpered, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. It wasn't just the humiliation of being forced to sniff and taste his mistress's farts that made him feel so ashamed; it was also the fact that he was secretly aroused by the scent and taste of his own farts. But he knew better than to voice these thoughts to Bella.
"Open wide, Bill," Bella commanded, her fingernails digging into his scalp, forcing his mouth open. She took a deep breath, savoring the moment before releasing an earth-shattering fart onto his tongue.
Bill gagged, his eyes watering as the bitter tang of Bella's fart assaulted his senses. He tried to keep it in, but the pressure was too much. He let out a small, pathetic moan as he forced the fart back down his throat.
"That's a good boy," Bella praised, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She leaned forward, her ample breasts pressing against his sweaty forehead. "Now, let's see if you can take two in a row."
With that, Bella let out another fart, this one even more potent than the first. Bill struggled for air, his face turning an alarming shade of purple. He knew there was no escape; he had to learn his lesson the hard way.
And so, Bill endured one fart after another, each one more humiliating and arousing than the last. He learned to associate his mistress's farts with both pleasure and pain, his mind and body being trained to obey her every whim.
As the sun began to set, Bella finally released him from his ordeal, her fingers running through his sweaty hair. "You're such a good little fart-lover, Bill," she cooed, her eyes glinting with malice. "I think it's time for a reward."
Bill stumbled to his feet, his legs shaking uncontrollably. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of anticipation mixed with fear at what his mistress had in store for him next. After all, he knew that there was no escaping Bella Cruel's sadistic games.
