Call Me Alexyah - Relieving my gas in his face - CAM 02

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Call Me Alexyah - Relieving my gas in his face - CAM 02

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A Breath of Relief

Pain and Pleasure Intertwine

Alexyah awoke with a gnawing pain in her gut, yearning for release. The giantess found solace in her loyal smotherbox slave who would be more than happy to assist her. As she slipped into her delicate white top and underwear, the ache only grew stronger. It was time to make use of the unfortunate creature at her feet.

A Desperate Measure

With a sigh, Alexyah climbed onto the smotherbox, her massive cleavage nearly spilling out of her top. She positioned herself carefully, strategically placing her buttocks above the slave's face. The stench of her trapped gas mixed with the sweet scent of her perfume, engulfing him in a potent aroma.

Slowly, she began to release the pent-up farts, letting them escape from her body one by one. Each expulsion brought her a moment of relief, but the panties she wore were proving to be a hindrance. With a frustrated groan, Alexyah reached down, yanking off the restrictive fabric. The instant they were gone, a torrent of gas burst forth. The smell was overwhelming, but the giantess felt lighter already.

Swallowed Suffering

As the last of her gas finally escaped, Alexyah collapsed back onto the smotherbox, panting heavily. Her breath was tainted by the stench of her own release, but she couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. Looking down, she noticed the slaver's tongue hanging out, eagerly awaiting her next command. With a wicked grin, she leaned down, her cleavage threatening to swallow him whole.

"Show your gratitude," she purred, her voice low and seductive. The slave nodded eagerly, leaning forward to press his lips against her sweat-slick skin. Alexyah giggled, the sound vibrating against his face as he tasted her sweat and gas mixed together. It was a bitter cocktail, but he savored every drop, determined to please his mistress in any way he could.

Concluding the Ordeal

Finally sated, Alexyah sat up, her breasts heaving as she caught her breath. She looked down at the slaver, feeling a twinge of guilt for using him so cruelly. But then she remembered the pain that had driven her to him in the first place. With a sigh, she reached down, yanking the slave back up by his hair, pulling him into a rough kiss.

"You've been a good little slave," she whispered, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "But now it's time for you to clean up your mess." She pushed him away, hard enough to make him stumble backward. He looked down, his face red and slick with sweat and tears, at the pile of soiled panties at his feet. With a trembling hand, he reached down, scooping them up in preparation for his next humiliating task.

The Aftermath

Reveling in Power

Alexyah watched with dark eyes as the slave bowed his head, silently promising to never disobey again. She knew she could push him further, humiliate him more, but for now she was content. She had found her release, and the knowledge that she held such power over another person was intoxicating. With a satisfied smirk, she turned away, leaving him to clean up her mess.

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