A Night of Unbridled Indulgence
As the sun began to set, casting warm hues across the city, I found myself standing outside a posh restaurant, eagerly awaiting the arrival of my close friends. We had planned this dinner for weeks, and I couldn't wait to catch up over some delicious food and champagne. However, just as I was about to step through the doors, I felt a familiar sensation bubbling up inside me.
I tried my best to ignore it, telling myself that it was just a one-off gas bubble. But then, without warning, a second and even more potent fart escaped my bowels. It was clear that holding them in any longer would be impossible. With a sigh of resignation, I turned around and started walking back towards my car.
As I reached my car, I spotted Slave, who had been faithfully following me all day, waiting patiently by the side of the road. He stepped forward eagerly when he saw the panic on my face, unsure of what was wrong. "My Lady, what has happened?" he asked, concern etched on his features.
"Slave, I need your help," I said, my voice quivering with embarrassment. "I'm supposed to meet my friends at that restaurant, but I can't go in there like this. I'm afraid I've let out some rather unladylike farts, and there's no way I can see them while trying to hold back an onslaught of stink."
Slave nodded understandingly, his eyes never leaving mine. He knew how important this dinner was to me and how mortified I must be feeling at the moment. Without hesitation, he knelt down on the pavement, his head lowered in submission. "Please, my Lady, use my nose. Let it be my pleasure to cleanse the air for you."
I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself. This was a request I had never made of him before, but somehow, in that moment, it felt right. Slowly, I lowered my panties to my ankles, revealing my bare bottom to him. I could feel my heart racing as I waited for his response.
To my surprise, Slave didn't flinch or hesitate. Instead, he bowed his head even further, pressing his nose against my butt crack. I could feel his warm breath on my skin, and for a brief moment, it was almost soothing. Then, without warning, his tongue darted out, tracing the outline of my anus.
I sucked in a sharp breath, feeling a combination of shock and arousal course through my veins. Before I could process what was happening, Slave's tongue began to delve deeper, circling my tight hole and pushing against the entrance.
"Slave!" I gasped, unable to contain my surprise. "What are you doing?"
"Forgive me, my Lady," he murmured between licks. "I cannot resist the sweet taste of your ass."
Despite myself, I found his words arousing. His tongue continued to tease and probe my hole, driving me to the edge of pleasure and pain. I couldn't believe what was happening, but I couldn't deny the incredible sensations coursing through my body.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Slave pulled away, his tongue glistening with my juices. He stood up, his eyes glinting with pride and anticipation. "Now, my Lady, you are clean. You may go and join your friends without fear of offending them."
Still reeling from the experience, I pulled up my panties and walked back to the restaurant, feeling a strange mix of shame and excitement. As I approached the door, I took a deep breath and steeled myself for what was to come. But when I walked in, the warm smiles and welcoming faces of my friends were enough to erase any remaining traces of embarrassment.
We enjoyed a wonderful dinner, filled with laughter and stories. The fart incident was soon forgotten, overshadowed by the joy of our reunion. As the evening drew to a close, I couldn't help but feel grateful for Slave and the unique way he had found to help me. Perhaps next time, I thought with a wicked smile, I wouldn't need his help after all.
