You're My Live-in Fart Slave
Your Dream Comes True, or Mine?
The moment my eyes fell on the application form, I knew I had to have you. Your list of preferences spoke volumes about who you were and what turned you on. I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of having a live-in fart slave. It was too good to be true! Or was it?
As soon as you moved in, I made it clear that this wasn't going to be some super fun perverted vacation. This was my world, and you were now a part of it. You'd have to learn fast if you wanted to survive my wrath.

When I read through your list of dislikes, I knew exactly what I'd be doing with them. Foods that you hated would be my weapon of choice when I felt the urge to unleash a torrent of farts upon you. And let me tell you, there's nothing quite like the feeling of releasing a massive, loud fart right in front of you.

You may think you're living the dream, but let me assure you, it's all an illusion. You don't deserve a bed or even a proper room. Your place is in the closet, where you'll wait anxiously for me to call you out. And when I do, you better be ready to endure the stench of my farts as I make my way around the house.

This clip includes at least a dozen natural farts of all different types on all different days. You'll see me in my most intimate moments, spreading my cheeks and releasing the foulest of gases right into your face. And let me tell you, there's nothing quite like the thrill of seeing my asshole clench and release as I let one rip.

By the end of the video, you'll be left in the dark, cowering in your closet, wondering when you'll get to smell me again. But don't worry, my dear fart slave. Your time will come soon enough.