I reached over to the end table and began to drink from a bottle of sparkling water I had set out for this occasion. The sound of pouring water and carbonation likely echoed below me, reminding David that he really was just a piece of my furniture and that he’d just have to deal with anything that I wanted to do while relaxing. The bubbling carbonation also helped stir things up a bit, which would be helpful.
After fifteen minutes or so, the water began to do its job. I felt the all-too-familiar gurgle in my stomach, followed by the feeling of pressure just behind my asshole. I let it build for a minute or two, and then carefully went to release the fart.
I nearly startled myself with the rippling noise that followed. I had intended to just let out a small one to tease the pathetic slave a bit, but sometimes things like this just happen. The loud, airy fart echoed against the leather chair, and I heard David cry out and squirm. Seltzer farts usually don’t have much smell to them, but this new slave probably had never experienced anything like that before.
I genuinely and deeply laughed at the hilarity of the situation. “What’s wrong, slave?” I coo-ed, trying to take on a mock motherly tone. “You told me in the kitchen that you’d be absorbing unpleasant odors. You knew that included farts too, right? Let me feel you breathe it in deeply, I don’t want to smell a thing!”
I could feel myself getting wet as David struggled to take a deep breath through his nose. The silly boy could have used his mouth to make it easier, but he also likely wasn’t thinking straight. I reached down between my thighs and started to tenderly play with myself a bit, the degradation was just too sweet to ignore. I pressed down on the hood lightly and began to softly push my finger against my clit as David let out a muffled gag. I then curled my other fingers down and inserted them before moving them in and out, hoping that the sloppy noises of doing so would be audible to the slave.
I let out a soft sigh of pleasure and decided it was time for my new ass slave to really get to work. I removed my fingers from myself for a moment, stood up, and slid down my underwear. I didn’t even dignify the slave with a look or an explanation, and simply sat back down on his face and leaned back again. The objectification was something I really enjoyed with new slaves, and I really wanted to lean into it.
I felt David’s face slide between my sweaty unwashed cheeks yet again. I felt him take a deep breath, and then let out a gag. I smiled, glad that I had achieved the level of odor that I had hoped for.
“Ass slave, I haven’t showered yet today and went on a long sweaty walk earlier,” I said, sliding my fingers back into my pussy. “Do your duty and get to cleaning.”
I heard what I assumed were the sounds of acknowledgement. I realized at this moment that even if my slave wanted to tap out with a safeword, I probably wouldn’t even have noticed. I was far too horny to give this much further thought, and resumed playing with myself.
The first feel of David’s tongue against my ass cheeks was heavenly. Something about the raw power combined with the soft feel of a boy’s tongue down there always really got me going. I began to rub my clit, and leaned further back so I could really get into it. The slave’s tongue quickly made its way towards my quivering asshole, and I truly couldn’t wait.
I slid a moist finger inside myself and bore down a bit on my pelvic floor muscles, pushing my asshole closer to my new slave’s tongue, inviting it in. This shifting motion set another bubble of gas free. I smirked, thankful in the moment that I had always been a gassy person, and my body certainly wasn’t letting me down today. I held it in a bit, wanting to wait for the ideal moment to remind my personal little ass cleaner of its place in the world. Before long, David mustered up the courage to press his tongue into my asshole, and I let out a loud involuntary moan. I couldn’t believe I had waited so long to make him do this for me, it just feels so ridiculously good.
My tight quivering hole welcomed the slave tongue willingly, and it began to slide its way inside of me. I could feel David’s mouth pressing against my hairy ass, and I could only hope this was truly uncomfortable for him. I rocked back and forth slightly, signaling for him to tonguefuck my ass and really give it a deep clean. Like a good obedient slave, he took the hint and got to it. I began to rub my clit more intensely, and slid my middle finger deeper inside my pussy. The pleasure of being penetrated on one side with a slave tongue and on the other with my finger was truly unmatched.
The bubble in my colon soon became too much to resist, and I felt a wave of cramps dare to interrupt my pleasure. It was time for David to resolve this issue for me. I bore down again, and was thoroughly amused at what happened next. With a slave tongue inside of me, the fart took on a blaring loud, wet, rippling noise. The heat of the built up gas was intense as well, and before long I could feel the space between my cheeks rise in temperature.
I couldn’t help myself, and let out a loud, uproarious deep belly laugh. My chest and rolls undulated with the force of it as I threw my head back. I wouldn’t have been surprised if the neighbors heard this and wondered if I had gone truly mad. David, my little ass slave, did not find this so amusing.
I felt his tongue instinctively withdraw as he involuntarily thrashed in response to the assault on his taste and smell. Some of that fart certainly went right into his mouth and down his throat, and more probably shot up his nose. It was hot and likely wet with his own saliva, and that certainly couldn’t have been a good time. He tried to pull away, but he was sandwiched between over 300lbs of my body and a reclining chair. He was going nowhere.
“Aw, was that too much for my pathetic little ass slave?” I said, in a cute sing-songy voice. “Do you want me to stop?”
A muffled voice came out from beneath me.
“Did you try to say something slave? Or was that just some air slipping out?” I said, playing dumb. “You signed up to be an ass slave my poor dear, this comes with the territory!”
I laughed again at the absurdity of this interaction, but honestly was becoming more aroused by the second. For whatever reason, arousal tended to shift things in my digestive system, and as if on command, another bubble of gas was available for me to deploy against the poor thing.
“Sometimes they say the best way out is through,” I continued. “Before long you’ll come to enjoy my farts. Or, maybe you won’t, but I’ll always enjoy farting on you regardless!”
I forced the next one out before it was ready. With David’s tongue withdrawn, it hissed nearly silently as it exited my now-lubricated asshole. I felt the space between my cheeks become nearly unbearably hot, and David let out a loud retch, fully audible to me despite his smothering.
“I didn’t tell you to stop licking, slave,” I ordered, my voice becoming irritated. “Get that tongue back in there, I don’t care how it tastes! Your owner demands pleasure!”
I was met with silence for a moment, and then I felt the slave’s tongue push back into my asshole. This was all too much. The physical pleasure was incredible, but knowing I had this pathetic little man so under my control that he had to eat my sweaty, dirty, farting ass was really incredible. My clit throbbed with excitement as I worked to bring myself to climax.
I slid another finger into my pussy and started to rub my clit harder while rocking back and forth. I could feel David’s ragged breaths beneath me as he struggled for air, but I honestly didn’t care at this point. His slave tongue just felt so good inside of me that I couldn’t help myself. The sloppy sound of me finger-fucking myself grew, and I could only hope it echoed between my cheeks too. Waves of pleasure radiated from my clit, and before long I was in the throes of orgasm.
I threw my head back and let out a loud, deep moan as I momentarily lost control of my body. My thighs quivered and my pelvic muscles convulsed as I closed my eyes and really let myself enjoy the moment. This was easily one of the most intense orgasms of my life, David was definitely going to become a permanent ass slave if I had anything to say about it. The thoughts of all the things I could do to him flooded my mind as the climax continued. Before long, the tensing muscles pushed out a rippling involuntary fart, but I didn’t feel any reaction from David this time. Perhaps he was getting used to the gas at this point, which in a way was almost disappointing. I generally preferred the struggle and revulsion to quiet subservience.
As the waves of pleasure began to subside, leaving me exhausted and dripping with sweat, I withdrew my fingers from my throbbing crotch and worked to catch my breath.
“Not bad for a first time as an ass slave, David,” I said. “I think you’ll be doing this, and more, pretty often.”
I let out a soft ‘whew’ as my breathing finally returned to normal.
“Ass slave, your owner just complimented you,” I said, surprised at the lack of response.
Still no response.
Irritated and tired, I slid to the side and lifted a leg so I could look down at him. David was breathing, but his eyes were closed. His face was drenched and bright red. The poor slave had passed out.
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