The Goddess's Permanent Fart Seat
As I sat on my gaming throne, my eyes fixed on the screen, completely absorbed in my virtual world. A soft, yet audible fart echoed through the room, causing my slave to whimper and cough in response. He was my smotherbox - a piece of furniture designed specifically for me to sit on while he lay beneath me, his face buried in my juicy, aromatic farts. It was the only way I allowed him to serve me during my gaming sessions.
I glanced down at him, annoyed by the interruption. My large, round ass swallowed his head entirely as he struggled to breathe through the thick cloud of gas enveloping him. "Seats don't make noises, remember?" I scolded him, my tone harsh but devoid of emotion. He whimpered louder this time, his body trembling with the force of the farts assaulting his senses.
Undeterred, I went back to my game, my fingers dancing across the controller as I navigated through new levels and challenges. Every few minutes, another loud fart would escape my tightly-bound body, sending shockwaves through the room and into my helpless servant below me.
Hours passed in this manner, my obliviousness to the world around me peaking as I delved deeper into my virtual reality. My slave remained motionless beneath me, his face flushed red from the constant exposure to my potent farts. As the sun began to set outside my window, signaling the end of another day spent in digital bliss, I finally rose from my throne, feeling a slight sense of accomplishment wash over me.
Looking down at my smotherbox one last time, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at the thought of him spending yet another night buried beneath my farts. "Good night, my little fart catcher," I whispered softly before turning off the lights and retiring to bed.
Little did he know that this was only the beginning - that from this day forth, he would be permanently assigned as my fart seat, his life dedicated to sucking up all of my goddess farts and enduring their intoxicating aroma. And while it might not seem like much to some, I knew that for him, it was a coveted honor - a testament to his loyalty and devotion to serving his Princess faithfully, even in the face of such a humbling task.
