A Perfect Assignment for the Licking Slave
Eddy was a newcomer to Royal Femdom, but his first task was an immersive one. He was to worship Mistress Lith's asshole and lick up every fart that escaped from it. The studio had warned him about her proclivity for gassiness, and now he found himself on the receiving end of her foul-smelling breath.
As he knelt before her, Mistress Lith leaned back and began to grind her ass against his face. Her thong was already moist with sweat, making it easier for her farts to escape and waft over to Eddy's nose. She took pleasure in his discomfort, watching as he struggled to keep from gagging on the putrid scent.
"Isn't this heavenly?" Mistress Lith purred, smirking down at him. "You're going to take all of my farts, slave. And you're going to love every single one."
With that, she moved her thong aside and let out a loud, wet fart that landed right in Eddy's mouth. He choked on the taste but managed to swallow as she instructed him to. His eyes watered as he tasted the sharp, acrid tang of her fart, but he didn't dare disobey his mistress.
Mistress Lith then pushed him down further, forcing him to stick his tongue out and lick up every bit of her gas from her asshole. He moaned in distress, but she didn't seem to care. All she cared about was seeing him grovel at her feet, his face buried in her ass.
As the video progressed, Mistress Lith continued to release farts onto Eddy's face and into his mouth, each one more pungent than the last. She laughed heartily at his complaints, finding his discomfort both amusing and arousing.
"You're such a good little licking slave," she praised him, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm so glad I selected you for this special assignment."
By the end of the video, Eddy was a sobbing mess. His eyes were red, his face was stained with sweat and spit, and his tongue felt coated in a thick film of fart. But despite his misery, he couldn't deny that he had found a certain twisted pleasure in serving Mistress Lith and her gassy asshole.
As the credits rolled, Eddy found himself wondering what other perverse tasks he would be assigned to in the future. But for now, he knew his place: on his knees before Mistress Lith, ready to worship her every fart and taste her every ass-juice.
