Breathing in the Stench of Debora's Farts
Debora Oliver stared angrily at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were filled with rage and disappointment as she thought about the events of the previous day. She had invited some friends over for dinner, expecting them to show some appreciation for her cooking skills. Instead, they had devoured most of the food, leaving her feeling both hungry and frustrated.
Now, standing in front of her, was the one person responsible for this mess: her personal assistant, whom she had taken to calling 'babe' over time. Babe knelt before her, head bowed low, as Debora's gaze shifted to the floor where she was kneeling. Her heart raced as she anticipated what was coming next.
Debora took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before speaking. "Babe," she began slowly, enunciating each word carefully, "you brought some friends over yesterday and they ate almost all the food, didn't they?" There was no room for argument or denial in her voice; it was a statement of fact that required no further confirmation.
"Yes, Mistress Debora," babe responded meekly, her voice shaking slightly. "I'm sorry about that. It won't happen again."
Debora sighed heavily, feeling a wave of nausea washing over her as the memory of her own flatulence from the previous day came rushing back to her. She had been so consumed by anger and frustration that she had barely noticed the unpleasant odor emanating from her own body. But now, as she stood there in silence, the stench of her own farts became overwhelmingly present.
With a sudden burst of anger, Debora stepped forward and grabbed babe by the hair, pulling her head up forcefully so that their eyes met once again. "No, it won't happen again," she hissed through clenched teeth, "because you're going to make sure of it."
She took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she tried to block out the smell coming from her own body. With one hand still gripping babe's hair tightly, she reached down and pulled up the hem of her dress, revealing the lace-trimmed black thong she wore underneath. "You're going to smell my farts deeply," she continued, her voice growing more intense with every word, "one by one... and you're going to enjoy every single one of them."
Babe's eyes widened in terror as she realized what was about to happen. She began to protest, but the look on Debora's face told her that it would be futile. With a deep breath, she leaned in close, breathing in the stench of Debora's farts as they wafted up from the dark abyss between her legs. The smell was overpowering; it was a mix of rotten eggs, sulfur, and something else altogether that defied description.
Debora watched closely as babe struggled to control her breathing, taking pleasure in the power she held over her assistant. Slowly, she began to release small bursts of air from her tightly-clenched ass, each one causing babe to jerk back in response. The gas that escaped carried with it a wave of nausea and discomfort, but babe forced herself to stay in position, her face contorted with disgust and fear.
As she continued to emit fart after fart into babe's waiting nostrils, Debora felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her. This was payback, pure and simple. Babe had brought this upon herself by failing to control her friends' appetites. And now, as she breathed in the stench of Debora's farts, she would learn her lesson once and for all.
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