A Nasty Affair at the Mushroom Kingdom
As I sit comfortably in front of my television, my attention is fixated on the screen while my slave struggles to catch his breath. His face is buried deep in my ass cheeks, his tongue darting out every now and then to taste the foul aroma that fills the room. The TV shows a colorful blur of characters racing across the screen as I play Mario Kart, my hands expertly maneuvering the controller.
My slave whimpers softly, his nostrils flaring as the stench of my farts assaults his senses. I can't help but grin at the sight of him like this - so thoroughly dominated and humiliated by his own mistress. It's invigorating, knowing that I hold such power over him.
I let out another fart, this one particularly loud and pungent. My slave's eyes water as he tries to contain his retching. "Oh, you think that's bad?" I taunt, giving a wicked chuckle. "Just you wait."
The race continues on the screen while I alternate between farting and playing the game. I take pleasure in watching my slave's struggles; the way his face contorts in disgust and his body shakes with nausea. It's like watching a puppet being controlled by an invisible hand, and I am that hand.
My mind wanders back to the day I bought him from Hunny Buns. He was just a normal boy then, innocent and unaware of the depravity that lay ahead. But now, here he is, his life dedicated to pleasing me and my godly behind.
The race ends, and I set aside the controller, stretching lazily. My slave remains in his position, his face still buried in my ass crack. I stand up, grabbing a bottle of water from the nightstand and take a long drink. The cool liquid washes down the remnants of my meal, the taste of farts lingering on my tongue.
"Well done, slave," I say with a smile, patting him on the head. "You've done well to endure such a foul stench. But don't think for a moment that you've earned a break."
As I walk back to my chair, I can feel his eyes on me, full of fear and anticipation. I know he's wondering what horrors I have in store for him next, but I won't tell him. That's part of the fun, isn't it? Keeping him guessing, keeping him on his toes.
I sink back into my chair, picking up the controller once more. The screen flashes to life, and once again, my slave is at my mercy. Today might be about farts and video games, but tomorrow? Who knows. All I know is that as long as he's by my side, the possibilities are endless.
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