My slave, Amirha, has been locked up tight in chastity since I made him back into it during his last punishment. He has been pleading with me to let him out, but he hasn't followed any of the house rules, and he still can't help but taunt me about my gas. So, I decide to give him another lesson.
I drag him into the bedroom and lay him down on the bed. I had already prepared the bed during the day when no one was around. I'd put straps at each corner of the bed so that I could completely immobilize him. The look of panic on his face when he saw the straps told me that he had no idea what was coming next.
I strap his ankles and wrists to the corners of the bed, pulling them tightly. "You're completely mine now, Amirha," I whisper in his ear. "I can do whatever I want with you." I leave him there, imagining his throbbing cock trapped inside its tiny cell.
I retreat to the couch, where I've been experiencing some stomach cramps lately. As the cramps start to ease and the gas builds up, I put on my favorite outfit—something revealing and teasing—and walk back into the bedroom.
I straddle Amirha's face, my fuck-me heels dangling above his throbbing member. "If you want out of chastity," I whisper, sniffing my own farts, "you're going to have to sniff all my farts."
Despite his protests and pleas, Amirha follows my orders, even though he knows what's coming next. The first hot fart slams against his nose, and he squirms in discomfort. But he keeps sniffing.
I release an onslaught of hot ass farts directly into his nostrils, one after the other, smothering him and leaving him no choice but to inhale them. I tease and humiliate him as he struggles beneath me, completely at my mercy.
After a while, I pause and take a deep breath, relishing the feeling of my farts filling my lungs. "They're getting wet," I say, referring to the wet sensation that often accompanies my nighttime farts. I pull my panties down, revealing my bare ass to him. "Put your nose on it," I command. "I think this one's going to be wet, too."
Amirha obediently presses his nose against my ass, eager to taste the coming blast. It's then that I realize how truly submissive he is, how much control I have over him. And with this revelation comes a sense of power and satisfaction that reverberates through every fiber of my being.
I adjust my position, pushing my ass harder against his face to ensure maximum contact with his nostrils. And then I release the next barrage of gas, filling both of his nostrils and completely covering his face with its noxious cloud.
The farts are more than just wet now; they're practically liquid, and they coat his tongue and fill his mouth whenever he manages to catch a breath. I watch him struggle, helpless and humiliated beneath me, my grip on the straps tightening ever so slightly as I enjoy the show.
Eventually, my stomach starts to growl, signaling that it's time to release him from his chastity cage. I unhook it, freeing his throbbing member, and watch as he eagerly starts to stroke himself. "Good boy," I murmur, admiring his need and obedience in equal measure.
But before he can cum, I pull him off and instruct him to lick and stick his tongue inside the slick, ass-flavored mess on my face. "Mmm, good boy," I moan, enjoying the sensation of his hot, wet tongue against my skin. "You're going to make a great fucktoy, aren't you?"
When we're both satisfied, I chuckle darkly. "Back in the cage you go, Amirha," I say, fastening the straps around him once again. "Next time, maybe you'll learn your lesson and keep your nose clean." His eyes widen in terror as he realizes what I mean, and I can't help but grin to myself. I've found my perfect slave—someone who will not only submit to my every whim but who will also be consumed by their desire for me, even in the face of humiliation and degradation. And that, my dear Amirha, is a power trip unlike any other.
