As I walked down the hallway, my stomach rumbled loudly. I knew I had eaten quite a bit at lunch and the combination of my meal and the spicy soda I'd been drinking was making its way through my digestive system. I tried to hold it in, but a gust of air escaped from my tight little asshole.
"Pffffftttt!"
I cringed, feeling the cool air waft across my sensitive anus. But then, I remembered my loyal submissive who would eagerly worship every inch of my body. And especially my delicious, stinky farts.
I rounded the corner, and there he was, kneeling patiently by my feet. His eyes widened when he saw the mischievous grin on my face.
"Goddess Tempest," he whispered, his voice shaking with anticipation. "May I please be of service to you?"
I strutted towards him, basking in the power I held over him. He knew that every fart I released was a gift, a treasure to be cherished. And he would do anything to receive it.
"Stand up, slave," I commanded, making sure to emphasize his place in my world. "It is time for you to prove your devotion."
I turned around, ass out, inviting him in. He hesitated for a moment, but then crawled towards me on his knees. His hot breath tickling the entrance of my tight hole, making me shudder with delight.
"Goddess, your asshole looks so delicious," he purred, his tongue darting out unconsciously. "Please let me taste your divine farts."
I groaned, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. The pressure was building inside me, and soon enough, my guts were rumbling with the force of my impending fart.
"Aaaahhhh," I moaned, letting the sound escape as I released a monstrous fart into his eagerly waiting mouth. It was an enormous fart, the kind that would have made any human gag, but my slave took it all in stride.
He choked on the fart, gagging a little, but never losing his adoration for his Goddess. "That was magnificent, Goddess," he croaked, his voice hoarse. "May I please ask for another?"
I turned around, offering him my ass once more. This time, I let him work his tongue more aggressively, exploring the depths of my asshole while I let out one fart after another. Each time, he gulped them down like a hungry man in front of a feast.
"Taste my divine farts, slave," I commanded, watching his obedience with a mixture of arousal and pride. By the time I was finished, I felt both satisfied and empowered. My ass was on fire from all the attention, but the pleasure was intense.
Finally, I stepped away, leaving my slave kneeling on the floor. He looked up at me, his face flushed with excitement and devotion.
"Thank you, Goddess," he whispered, his voice shaking. "I am honored to have been graced with your farts."
I smiled down at him, feeling victorious. This was the kind of power that made me feel truly alive. The kind of power that only a Goddess could wield over her loyal subjects.
