Goddess Amirha sat on her throne, observing her slave as he scurried around the room. He was used to her farting on him, but it had become predictable and tame. The queen decided it was time to push him further, to see how much more he could take. With a wicked smile, she stood up and made her way over to him.
"Slave," she purred, "it's been two days since I last let you breathe in my glorious farts. I think you're ready for the next level." She watched as his eyes widened in anticipation and fear. This was just the reaction she wanted.
Amirha walked into her chambers, her servant following close behind. She grabbed a pair of white tights from her drawer and began to squeeze into them. It was always a tight squeeze, but she loved the way they would stretch against her round ass. The tights were so thin that she could almost see right through them.
Once she was fully encased in the tights, Amirha grabbed a handful of her ass cheeks and let out a long, loud fart. The acrid stench filled the room as she let it hang in the air. She knew it would take every ounce of strength for her slave to resist passing out from the smell.
With a nod of satisfaction, she turned to face him. "Now," she commanded, "come here and feel the full power of my farts." He hesitated for a moment before approaching her slowly. As he got closer, the smell became almost unbearable for him.
Amirha motioned for him to get down on his knees in front of her. Once he was in position, she leaned forward slightly, placing her butt right in front of his face. She could see the Desperation in his eyes as he tried not to gag on the smell. With a chuckle, she pressed her butt cheeks against his face, trapping his nose between them.
" Breathe in," she ordered, her voice deep and commanding. He took a deep breath through his mouth, trying to avoid the worst of the smell. But it was no use; the stench was overwhelming. His eyes watered as he forced himself to take another breath. And then another.
As he continued to inhale her farts, Amirha could see him starting to weaken. His face was turning a vivid shade of red, and he was clearly struggling to breathe. "That's my good slave," she muttered, marveling at his ability to withstand so much.
After what felt like an eternity, Amirha decided it was time to end his torment. She pulled the tights down slowly, revealing her gleaming brown ass. "Taste it," she commanded. He hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth and leaning forward to do as she asked.
As his tongue made contact with her ass, Amirha let out a long, satisfied moan. She leaned back against the throne, watching as he worshipped her. And in that moment, she knew that her slave would do anything to please her.
With a smile of satisfaction on her face, Amirha slowly stood up. "You've proven yourself worthy," she said. "From now on, you'll be my personal toilet slave. Handle it?" She couldn't help but laugh as he nodded enthusiastically. Little did he know that the worst was yet to come.
