Fun Aussie Couple - Disgusting Toilet Farts Slave Training

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Title: The Disgusting Toilet Farts Slave Training

Eau De Toilet

Slinking into the bathroom, the Aussie Goddess exhaled sharply, her nose wrinkling in disgust at the putrid stench that lingered in the air. The unwashed slave cowered behind her, trembling in anticipation of his mistress's next command.

Gas Mask Malfunction

"I really don't trust these farts," she muttered under her breath, "but my bathroom stinks up too easily... that's why I've got you, right?" she sneered, glancing over her shoulder at the quivering mass of humanity behind her. "Sniff up all my gas properly or I'll flush your head down the toilet."

Her words sent a shiver down his spine, but he couldn't help but sniff the air eagerly. The intoxicating blend of shame and arousal coursed through his veins as he inhaled deeply, trying to ignore the burning sensation in his nostrils.

Toilet Tongue Training

"Actually," she continued, her voice dripping with malice, "I might just do that anyway... ahahaha." She laughed maniacally, her hips swaying to some invisible rhythm. "Oh God, these farts are so bad," she moaned, her fingers tracing the outline of his throat suggestively. "Wouldn't it be the worst if I used your tongue to clean up my nasty hole?"

His heart raced in his chest as he felt her breath hot on his skin, her words sending a wave of conflicting emotions crashing through him. He knew what was coming next, and yet he couldn't help but submit to her twisted desires.

Assault on the Senses

Slowly, deliberately, she unzipped her jeans, revealing the source of the toxic cloud enveloping them. With a wicked grin, she lowered herself onto the toilet seat, her massive frame blocking out the light. "Go on," she purred, her voice echoing in the small space. "Show me what you're made of."

Trembling with anticipation, the slave approached tentatively, his eyes watering from the noxious fumes. As he knelt before his mistress, he felt her warm breath on his face, a subtle hint of her morning breath mixing with the overpowering stench.

Breaking Point

"Clean it," she commanded, her voice now a low growl. "Eat every last bit of it." Her massive thighs parted slightly, revealing the dark, gaping void that awaited him. As he hesitated, she leaned forward, her breath hot against his cheek. "Don't make me flush you again," she warned softly.

With a deep breath, the slave steeled himself for the task at hand. He lowered his head, tentatively reaching out to touch the warm, supple flesh before him. The taste was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a cocktail of disgust and arousal that left him reeling.

The Grand Finale

As he struggled to maintain his grip on reality, the Aussie Goddess reveled in his suffering. Her farts echoed around the small space, each one a reminder of his place in her world. With a final, triumphant bellow, she released the last of her toxic payload, sending him spiraling into a world of pain and pleasure.

The Aftermath

Finally, she rose from the toilet, her weight causing the whole room to shake. With a satisfied grunt, she zipped up her jeans, leaving the slave crumpled on the floor, his mind reeling from the assault on his senses. "That," she said, her voice echoing in the silence, "was quite the performance."

And with that, she left him there, the stench of her farts lingering long after she was gone. The slave knew he would never be free of her, that he would always be her toilet farts slave. But for now, he could only lie there, trying to process the unimaginable things he had just experienced.

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