February Fart Month arrived, and Goddess Tempest was thrilled. She decided to skip showers for a week, relishing in the thought of her asshole becoming ripe and stinky. Her slave would be in for a treat – he would be bathing her ass and washing her dirty hole with his tongue.
On the first day of the month, Goddess Tempest crawled onto the couch, wearing nothing but high heels and a mischievous grin. She invited her slave to join her and told him what she had planned for him. As he knelt before her, she reclined comfortably on the couch, spreading her legs wide and inviting him to reach between them.
"First," she commanded, her tone laced with anticipation, "you will clean my asshole with your tongue."
The slave hesitated but felt his cock twitch at the thought of tasting his Mistress's stinky asshole. He leaned forward, eager to please her but also a little apprehensive about the smell he knew would assault his senses.
With a triumphant grin, Goddess Tempest farted viciously into her slave's waiting mouth. The putrid stench hit him like a punch to the gut, making him gag and cough. But he couldn't deny the rush of power that coursed through him as he tasted his Mistress's fart on his tongue.
Goddess Tempest watched with satisfaction as he struggled to suppress his gag reflex. She reached down, grabbing his hair, and pulled his face closer to her asshole. She continued to fart into his open mouth, filling it with the rank smell of her asshole.
As he gulped and swallowed her farts, Goddess Tempest grew bolder. She leaned back and placed one foot on his chest, pinning him down. She continued to fart directly into his face and mouth, reveling in the power she held over him. The smell of her ass filled the room, making it almost unbearable for him.
As the day wore on, Goddess Tempest took several more naps on the couch, each time waking up to fart directly into her slave's face or into a bowl that she held under his nose. She relished in the way he tried to escape the smell, yet couldn't resist the thrill of being so close to her.
By the end of the day, Goddess Tempest was giddy with excitement. She couldn't wait to see what else she could make her slave do for her as she sat in her own filthy stench. She knew this would be a month to remember for both of them.
