A New Fart Boy Ch. 01

A sudden knock at my apartment door snapped me out of my Twitter scrolling trance. Butterflies filled my stomach as I rose from my seat at the kitchen table and placed my phone down carefully with a lightly trembling hand. My green one-piece dress swished over my bare feet as I swiftly made my way to the door. I rose onto the balls of my feet to peer through the peephole, checking to see if the person knocking was the same person I was expecting.

I had been talking with this man for a few weeks on Fetlife. He seemed shy and nervous, especially about meeting a woman who very much eclipsed him in body size. Unlike most men who shared my primary sexual interest, however, he didn’t ghost after the first evening of discussion. He stuck with it, graciously accepting the tasks I had given him to prove his potential usefulness. Most importantly, he did so without complaint or hesitation, and always provided photographic proof.

Careful examination confirmed that this small-framed androgynous-looking man was indeed the same David I had been chatting with. I took a deep nervous breath and opened the apartment door. Immediately he dropped to his knees and kissed both of my bare feet.

“May I enter your home, Mistress?” he asked, his voice meek and subservient.

I nodded. “Yes, slave, you may.”

I quickly ushered him in, hoping any nosy neighbors hadn’t witnessed that humiliating display. Although, it was probably far worse for him than me, and in a way that kind of humiliation was a bit arousing. I stepped aside and David crawled in on hands and knees. His small frame made its way into my kitchen, giving me a good look at his cute little butt, outlined perfectly by the skinny jeans he was wearing. His dark brown hair was short, straight, and well-kept, a nice contrast to his pale complexion. I made my way to the front of him, and quickly observed his clean-shaven face and his cute light blue eyes. It was hard to gauge while he was crawling, but the poor boy couldn’t have been older than 25, and likely no taller than 5 ‘8″. David looked up at me, clearly incredibly nervous.

I smiled, looking back down at David. Compared to his tiny frame, I must have seemed quite intimidating. I towered above him at 5’ 10″ and just over 300 lbs. Age-wise I was likely even more intimidating, being 36 to his 25. This made me feel happy and confident, it was far easier to dominate men who were smaller and less experienced. It had been quite some time since I had last been served, and David would serve as a nice refresher and confidence boost if all went well.

I took a step back, wanting to be able to fully see David without my large stomach and similarly-sized breasts getting in the way.

“Do you remember what we agreed to, David?” I began to ask. “You’re mine for the day, unless you utter the one safeword we agreed upon. What was that safeword?”

“Pineapple,” David responded, obediently.

“Good slave,” I replied. “Use it again and our relationship is terminated and you can leave, no questions asked.”

David nodded nervously.

He looked so cute below me, trembling and nervous. I decided to play on that some more.

“For now I’m going to just call you ‘slave’, do you understand?” I asked.

“Yes…Mistress,” David replied, his discomfort clearly growing.

I could feel the wonderful butterflies in my stomach intensifying. I hadn’t had a weak man under my control like this in a long time, and I had clearly missed it. Time to push further.

“Slave,” I continued. “What did we agree your role would be today?”

David hesitated, but still found the courage to reply. “I…I’m here to be your personal ass slave, Mistress.”

My smile grew into a grin. “And what does an ass slave do?”

David’s face turned bright red, and he started to sweat.

“Slave, your owner asked you a question. What does an ass slave do?” I asked, doing my best to sound irritated while hiding my excitement.

“An ass slave…An ass slave worships your divine ass,” he finally managed to choke out.

I leaned forward towards the poor trembling man. “And just how does an ass slave worship my divine ass?” I pressed.

“It…it worships it by cleaning it, serving as a seat, and…” the poor boy stammered out.

“And…?” I asked, reaching down to grab his chin and force him to look me in the eyes for the next part.

“And,” David choked on his next words. “And…serving to absorb any unpleasant or unladylike odors.”

I let his chin go. “See, that wasn’t so hard to admit, was it?”

Clearly however, it was incredibly difficult for him to say out loud. His forehead was damp with sweat, and his voice trembled throughout the entire thing. I was on cloud nine at this point, even forcing this pathetic little man through that had put me on such a power trip. I honestly would have been satisfied entirely by that one interaction, but I knew I could get so much more out of David over the weekend. If this little conversation brought him to such levels of extreme humiliation, what I had planned for him next would be absolutely delicious.

“Now slave,” I said, standing upright again. “Strip off those silly clothes, you won’t need them while you’re serving me.”

He nodded and began to rise, and I immediately put my hand on his shoulder, pressing him back down.

“You don’t stand in my presence without permission, slave,” I ordered. “You can strip on the floor where you belong.”

His eyes revealed genuine contrition. “Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress,” he replied.

I decided that acknowledging his apology would bring him comfort, so instead I just silently stared at him until he awkwardly began to slide off his jeans and shirt on the cold kitchen floor. Before long he was nude, trembling, and on his knees.

“On all fours, slave, I want to inspect you,” I ordered.

David scrambled into the appropriate position so quickly that I was honestly amazed. I made a show of walking around him slowly and ‘inspecting’ him. His tiny butt was just as cute without the jeans on, and as ordered he was saved from the neck down, just the way I liked my toys. I spread his legs and confirmed the presence of the metal chastity cage containing his useless tiny junk. He had sent me the key as part of his tasks in the weeks prior, but men often just send junk keys from Home Depot in an attempt to fool me, so I had to be absolutely sure.

“Have you remained caged since you first sent the key?” I asked.

David nodded. “Yes Mistress.”

I believed him. This one really was incredibly subservient. He really had been pent up for weeks. I guess that explained his quick responses, men always seemed to be a lot more obedient when denied any kind of cock stimulation or orgasm. The longer that denial went on, the more degrading and pathetic things they were willing to do, too. David was certainly going to be put to the test in that regard.

“Good,” I replied. “I don’t take well to dishonesty.”

I walked over to the counter and grabbed the black leather collar and leash I had reserved for this occasion. I returned to David and quickly bound it around his neck, locking it with a key I kept out of his sight. I could feel his body trembling as I did so, and I truly couldn’t remember a time in recent memory where I hadn’t been more turned on. David would never know this, but the whole situation was giving me a great deal of pleasure. I could feel the increased blood flow to my crotch, and the tell-tale warming sensation that went along with it. I was going to have some fun today.

I turned towards the living room, and tugged on my new slave’s leash, indicating for him to follow me. As I walked out of the kitchen, I could feel his gaze fixed on my gorgeous fat ass, and I made sure to lift my legs a bit as I walked to put on a show for him. I held back a snicker at the thought of what that ass was about to do to the poor creature. He’d be seeing it in a different light soon enough.

I made my way to a nearby reclining chair, my new pet in tow. I stopped as we approached, and turned to face him. Without a word, I grabbed his small shoulders and propped his back up against the front of the chair and tilted his head back.

“I think I’m going to watch something for a bit,” I said, trying to keep my voice as plain as possible. “Be a good ass slave and make a comfortable seat for me, would you?”

Before he could respond, I tilted his head back, straddled his shoulders with my legs and lowered myself down while lifting my dress over his head and shoulders. I couldn’t help but wonder what it must have been like for him, seeing that massive ass more than three times the size of his head slowly lowering onto him. As I reached the poor slave’s nose, I felt my silk underwear slide into my crack. For now he’d be denied the pleasure and suffering of direct exposure to my asshole, but that would come later.

I shifted my weight a bit to make sure my cheeks would envelop his face as I finished dropping the rest of my full weight on the unfortunate slave. I held my breath for a moment, waiting to see if he was still breathing. I wanted it to be difficult, but completely smothering the poor thing would be counterproductive, especially if he fainted. Before long I felt David struggle to breathe in and then exhale. He was likely profoundly uncomfortable, but otherwise fine.

I leaned back a bit, increasing the weight on his face. I doubt he enjoyed that much, but what good was a slave seat if I couldn’t relax and enjoy myself? I reached over towards the remote, really wanting to put on a show of using him like any other piece of furniture.

“How’s my wonderful ass, slave?” I asked as I turned the TV on, not expecting him to really be able to answer.

The reply was an unsurprising “Mmmpphh.”

Bless the poor thing for actually trying to answer.

“I’ll take that as a ‘I’m loving it, thank you Mistress!'” I replied in my best humiliating mock-male voice.

I didn’t actually care much about what was on TV, the squirming mess of a boy under me was far more entertaining than any show could be. I could see his body shift and struggle with each breath. It probably didn’t smell particularly great down there either, as I had deliberately avoided showering in the morning to really play up the whole ‘ass slave and cleaner’ bit. I hoped that with each breath he would have to decide between dealing with the odor and staying conscious, and his cute little writhing movements made me suspect this was the case. It left me wanting to play with myself and really enjoy the moment, but I wanted to wait a bit to really kick things off.