As I sat comfortably on the edge of the chair, my submissive's face hovered just above my crotch, his eyes locked onto mine. He knew what was coming next, and he couldn't wait any longer. I held his chin firmly in place, ensuring that his mouth would remain open as I teasedly pulled down my yoga pants, revealing my lacy black thong.
"Are you ready for this, slave?" I purred, my voice dripping with sexual anticipation.
"Yes, Mistress," he whimpered, his tongue flicking out nervously against his bottom lip.
Slowly, I lowered myself onto his face until my ass was fully pressed against his nose and mouth. The look of pure bliss on my face was mirrored in his eyes as he began to worship my sacred temple. His tongue danced over every inch of my ass crack, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine.
Without warning, I let out a loud, wet fart right into his eagerly awaiting mouth. My asshole clenched tightly around his tongue, pinning it against the roof of his mouth as the metallic tang of my fart filled his senses. It was clear from the way his eyes rolled back in his head that this was beyond anything he had ever experienced before.
"That's it, slave," I cooed, reaching down to stroke his hair lovingly. "You're such a good boy for taking my farts like a champ."
I continued to fart into his mouth, each one more intense than the last. His nose was now buried deep in my ass, filling his nostrils with the intoxicating scent of my farts. It was clear that he was in heaven, his cock rock hard and leaking precum underneath him.
As I felt him begin to lose control, I pulled back slightly and leaned forward, allowing my weight to pin him down even further. I let out a long, low moan as he licked every inch of my asshole, cleaning up the remnants of my farts with his eager tongue.
"That's right, slave," I purred, leaning in closer to his face. "You're here to serve me and my ass, aren't you?"
He nodded eagerly, his eyes fixed on mine, his mouth panting slightly as he tried to catch his breath between my farts.
"Good boy," I murmured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against his forehead. "Now go ahead and taste the ass that you're so desperately in love with."
With a satisfied smile, I sat back up and pulled my pants back up, leaving him to revel in the aftertaste of my farts. As I stood up, towering over him with my perfect ass now out of reach, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadism. He deserved this, and so much more. After all, he was nothing but a pawn in my game of sexual dominance.
