When I finally arrived home late from the gym, my boyfriend was already asleep on the couch. I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed since he had promised to watch a movie and cook dinner for me. However, after a long and grueling workout, I was more than happy to just sit down and relax with him. But, as it turned out, he had completely forgotten about our plan.
As I watched him snoring lightly, I realized that maybe he deserved a little payback for standing me up like that. After all, I had been eating nothing but freezer meals all week because of him, and it had taken quite a toll on my stomach. Every time I had to fart, it felt like I needed to change my panties due to the sheer stinkiness of them. And so, an idea began to form in my mind...
I gently shook him awake and led him into his room. Once there, I told him to sit on my personally made bench, which would trap him in my ass and hold him in place. He looked at me with confusion but didn't protest too much, probably thinking that he was about to have the pleasure of being worshipped by his goddess.
Little did he know what was about to happen...
Once he was strapped in, I sat my filthy panties - which I had been wearing all day long - right down on his nose. He immediately let out a shocked gasp as the first hot, wet fart slipped out of me and landed unceremoniously on his face. It was clear from the look on his face that he was both surprised and disgusted, just as I had intended.
I leaned back slightly, pulling away from him for a moment so I could watch his reaction. His eyes were wide with horror as he tried to breathe through the thick cloud of stinky air surrounding him. As the first fart subsided, another one quickly followed suit. And then another. And another. Each one hotter and wetter than the last, completely covering his face in no time at all.
I could almost hear the liquid from my farts dripping onto his skin, adding another layer of humiliation to his already unbearable situation. I couldn't help but chuckle as he tried his best to moan in protest, his words muffled by my panties covering his mouth.
But this was just the beginning. As I sat there, fart after fart exploded from my ass, landing right into his open mouth. He couldn't move, couldn't escape, could only endure the stench and taste of my ass. He seemed to be drained of all energy, his eyes glazed over as if he was in a trance.
The whole thing was extremely arousing for me. Seeing him suffer like this, completely at my mercy, was a rush like no other. And so, I continued to trap him in my ass, forcing him to breathe in my farts and swallow them down like the disgusting little slave he was.
After what felt like an eternity, I finally grew tired of my little game and decided to end it. I removed my panties from his face, reveling in the sight of his tears and snot-streaked cheeks. His nose was dripping with the liquid from my farts, proof of just how much he had endured.
"You deserved that," I said coldly as I walked out of the room, leaving him there to sob quietly to himself.
The following days were tense as we tried to recover from the incident. He apologized profusely for standing me up, promising it would never happen again. But I couldn't help but feel that something had changed between us. There was a new dynamic now, one where he knew that I was in control and he was nothing but my plaything.
It wasn't until the next week when I became ill with the same stomach flu that he truly understood the full extent of my payback. Every time I farted, it was the same rough and wet one that had traumatized him before. And every time, the smell lingered in the air, a constant reminder to him of what he had done to deserve such a fate.
I'm not sure if he ever truly forgave me or if he even could. But as I looked at him cringing each time I let one loose, I couldn't help but feel a small twinge of satisfaction. After all, he had asked for it. And now, he was living with the consequences.
