As the Gamer Goddess Princess enjoyed her favorite game, her adorable kitten, Kitten, was faithfully cleaning her enormous ass. She didn't bat an eye when she seated herself on him, her soft pastel panties covering her pink star-shaped anal hole but leaving little room for comfort. Kitten, a devoted worshipper of his mistress's bottom, knew what was expected of him. He worshipped her messy asshole with his tongue, eager to please and trying to ignore the discomfort of having his sensitive nose filled with the fart-tainted air around her rear end.
The Princess did not hide her amusement at Kitten's predicament; in fact, she enjoyed teasing him further. She pulled her panties to the side, revealing her closed star-shaped entrance invitingly. "See if you can get that clean, Kitten," she chuckled wickedly before returning her attention back to the screen of her games console.
The room was filled with the intoxicating scent of farts and ass milk, making the atmosphere thick with desire and submission. Kitten dove in, eagerly pushing his nose against her loose folds and inhaling deeply. He had become accustomed to the taste of his mistress's ass over time, but he still found it intoxicating every time he got a whiff of it.
Satisfied with his efforts, the Princess smirked and decided it was time for some punishment. She pulled her panties back up, blocking Kitten's access to her asshole. But instead of letting him go, she spread her cheeks wide open and forcefully pushed his face into her tight asshole. His nose instantly pressed against her tender rosebud entrance—the smell intensifying as it filled his nostrils completely.
Kitten gagged on the overwhelming odor and tried desperately not to retch as he felt his mistress's warm breath against his ear. She whispered sweetly, "You like it, don't you, Kitten? Admit that you love breathing in my fart-filled asshole." Tears streaming down his cheeks, Kitten could only nod in submission.
Feeling particularly cruel today, the Princess covered his face completely with her plush bottom cheeks. She loved watching him struggle for air underneath her massive ass; the sight of those tiny paws scrabbling helplessly against her soft skin never failed to turn her on. As his struggles grew weaker and weaker, she decided it was time for a little "reward." She released him from her grip just long enough for him to take a few deep breaths before farting directly into his face once more.
"Spread your legs wider," she ordered coldly, "and breathe it in." Obediently Kitten placed his legs further apart so that she could aim better. She teased him further by circling her fingers around her tight star-shaped entrance before finally pushing out another hot blast of air directly into his face hole. "Breathe deeply," she commanded, "for that is all you will be allowed to breathe for the rest of your life."
With each subsequent fart, she stepped up her game, making sure that each one was hotter and wetter than the last. She watched with satisfaction as Kitten's struggles grew weaker and weaker under her relentless onslaught of flatulence. Finally satisfied that he had been sufficiently punished, she let him up for air. He gasped desperately, sucking in the fresh air around him like a drowning man emerging from water.
Forcing a smile onto her face, the Princess announced that it was time for a break. She pulled him into a tight embrace, nuzzling her soft pastel-colored fur against his cheek. "You're such a good boy, Kitten," she cooed sweetly before pushing him gently onto the floor. "Rest now, and I'll continue playing my game."
Kitten lay there on the floor, his legs twitching occasionally as he tried desperately to catch his breath. As he drifted off into unconsciousness once more, he could only hope that this time he would be able to handle whatever she had planned for him when he woke up.
