Theoliviasin - I Lost Count But Still Did Better

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Theoliviasin - I Lost Count But Still Did Better

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The Counting Game

An Explosive Encounter

In a dimly lit chamber, the mistress Olivia reclined on a plush divan, her ample curves contrasting with the supple slave girl who knelt before her. A leather strap bound the slave girl's chest, forcing her mouth into a perfect O of submission. Olivia's plush lips curled into a smile as she reached for a gift-wrapped box, her fingers tracing along the contours of the present.

"It's time for my slave girl to receive some stinking Christmas presents," Olivia purred, her voice thick with anticipation. With each word, a waft of foul gas escaped from her lips, causing the slave girl to flinch and gag. Olivia chuckled darkly, enjoying the discomfort she was causing.

Carefully unwrapping the gift, Olivia revealed a small, black dildo covered in glitter. She held it up between two fingers, a sly grin spreading across her face. "I have a little game for you, my dear slave," she whispered, her breath hot against the slave girl's ear.

The game was simple: Olivia would count to thirty, and on every third fart, she would push the dildo deeper into the slave girl's mouth. If the slave girl could keep up with the count, she would be rewarded with the pleasure of the fart on her face. But if she missed a count, she would have to endure the gas's full force in her nose and eyes.

As Olivia began her count, the room filled with a cacophony of farts and moans. The slave girl struggled to keep up, her eyes watering from the explosive gas filling her nostrils. On the fifteenth count, Olivia paused, her finger hovering over the slave girl's trembling lips. "Did you miss anything?" she asked, her voice low and menacing.

The slave girl trembled, her heart pounding in her chest. "I-I think you missed one," she stammered, her voice barely audible over the stench of farts. Olivia's eyes flashed with amusement as she pressed the dildo deeper into the slave girl's mouth, pushing past her gag reflex.

"Very well then," Olivia purred, her breath hot on the slave girl's face. "Let's try again." And so they continued, the mistress counting and farting, the slave girl struggling to keep up. Each time Olivia paused, the tension in the room would rise, the anticipation palpable.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Olivia reached the end of her count. With a triumphant grin, she pushed the dildo deeper into the slave girl's mouth, filling her mouth with the most intense fart she had yet to experience. The slave girl gagged and coughed, her eyes streaming with tears, but she couldn't deny the rush of pleasure that coursed through her body.

Olivia leaned back, her chest heaving with laughter. "That was a good game," she said, her voice still thick with amusement. "But now it's time for you to pay the price of your failure." With that, she reached for the slave girl's leather restraints, preparing to tie them tighter around her chest. "And remember, my dear slave," she whispered, her breath warm against the slave girl's ear. "You'll always be one count behind me."

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