Tori More was not amused when she caught her ass slave browsing other dominatrix's sites on his phone. This was a big no-no in her book, and she reminded him that he lived for her ass only, making him her "perfumed pet."
"Looking for other doms is a huge no-no," she warned him sternly. "You understand?"
Just as he opened his mouth to apologize, braaappppp! Tori's massive fart hit him square in the face. The stench was overpowering, and he knew he'd be reeking of her ass for hours to come.
"I can't think of a better way to spend the day than sitting on your face and farting into your mouth," she said with a grin. "That way, you'll be my perfumed pet, reeking of my ass... I want this smell all over you. No other dom will come near you."
And she was right. His face must have stunk for miles after this. He was hers, body and soul, living to inhale the scent of her perfect asshole. From that day forward, he was Tori's perfumed pet, dedicated to worshipping her ass and no other.
