Lady Scarlet and her friend Claire sat on the plush sofa in her opulent living room, their bellies full after a delightful meal at an Indian restaurant. The aroma of spices still lingered in the air, and it wasn't long before both women felt an unexpected urge to release some gas.
They exchanged amused glances, knowing exactly what they both wanted to do. They called their slave over and he crawled obediently towards them, his eyes fixed on their plump buttocks. They snapped the leash onto his collar and laughed as he struggled to his feet.
"Lay down," Lady Scarlet commanded, pointing imperiously at the floor. The slave immediately obeyed, his face pressed against the expensive carpet. He heard the woman behind him stand up and felt her skirt rise, revealing her ample backside. "Now take a deep breath, boy," she said in a mocking tone.
As her thunderous fart landed squarely on his face, he gagged, trying to breathe through the noxious cloud of gas that enveloped him. Claire followed suit, pushing her own fart towards him, making him gasp even more.
"Mmm, yes," Lady Scarlet purred, rubbing her swollen stomach contentedly. "That's how you thank us for a lovely dinner, isn't it?" She leaned over, grabbing a fistful of the slave's hair and pulling his face back and forth between their two plump backsides. Claire joined in, pulling his hair with her other hand, enjoying the way he struggled to breathe through their combined gases.
For several minutes, the women took turns farting on the slave's face, reveling in the power they held over him. Finally, exhausted by the eruptions of gas trapped within them, they released him and collapsed back onto the couch.
"Well, that was most satisfying," Lady Scarlet said, wiping her hand down the front of her dress. "I do believe we both need a refreshing drink now." She smiled down at the cowering slave, who could only nod his agreement.
"Perhaps some more champagne?" Claire suggested, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. The slave shuddered, knowing what that would mean for both his stomach and his mistresses' need to release their bloated bellies. He scrambled to his feet and hurried off to fetch the bubbly, grateful for the reprieve from their farts for now.
