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A Slave's Worship of Her Mistress's Glorious Gases

The Fart-Filled Fetish Slave's Desperate Devotion

As soon as Olivia entered the room, her eyes fell upon the pathetic figure before her. A slave, kneeling on the floor with his head bowed in submission. His gaze fixated on her, his heart racing with anticipation of what was to come. Sweat beaded on his brow as he waited for his mistress's command.

Olivia let out a long, loud fart, filling the room with the putrid stench of rotten eggs and sulfur. She watched as the slave's eyes widened in fear and his nostrils flared in disgust, yet he remained rooted in place.

"You know why you're here, don't you?" she asked coldly, her tone laced with contempt. The slave trembled, his voice barely audible as he whispered his reply.

"Yes, Mistress. I'm here to worship your glorious gases. To take in your farts as if they were the sweetest perfume."

A malicious grin spread across Olivia's face. She loved the way this pathetic creature fawned over her every fart. She turned around, giving him a view of her plump rear end.

"Well, slave," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "What are you waiting for? Get to work."

Without hesitation, the slave leaned forward, pressing his face into her backside. He inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy as the noxious gases filled his nostrils. Olivia let out another fart, this one deliberately aimed at the slave's face. He didn't flinch, instead sobbing with pleasure as he savored the disgusting taste of his mistress's farts.

Olivia watched with amusement as the slave struggled to contain his emotions. She loved the power she held over him, knowing that she could make him feel both euphoric and utterly humiliated with just a fart. She turned around again, giving him a view of her magnificent ass.

"Suck on these cheeks, slave," she commanded. "Show me how much you adore my farts."

The slave didn't need to be told twice. He eagerly wrapped his lips around her plump, jiggling cheeks, sucking on them like they were the sweetest nectar. Olivia let out another stream of farts, feeling the slave's warm breath on her skin as he devoured every last one.

As the minutes passed, Olivia could feel the slave's devotion growing stronger. He was hers, body and soul, completely consumed by his lust for her farts. She grinned, knowing that she had found the perfect slave to relish in her gaseous delights.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Olivia decided to end the session. She turned away from the slave, her massive ass shaking as she walked towards the door. As she left, she heard the slave sobbing softly, his heartbroken that the session was over.

But Olivia knew that he would be back. They all would. Because for some twisted souls, there was nothing quite like worshipping a woman's farts. And Olivia had become their ultimate queen.

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