Princess Beigh - Pt 2 Bound With Saran Wrap & Made to Sniff & Swallow the Farts I've Been Holding in All Day

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Princess Beigh - Pt 2 Bound With Saran Wrap & Made to Sniff & Swallow the Farts I've Been Holding in All Day

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Pt 2 Bound With Saran Wrap & Made to Sniff & Swallow the Farts I've Been Holding in All Day

Princess Beigh strutted confidently into her lair, her high heels clacking against the hardwood floor. Her eyes swept across the room, landing on her bound and gagged slave who had been waiting anxiously for her return. She smirked, taking in his helpless form as he lay on the ground, tightly wrapped in layers of clear plastic wrap.



Slowly, she approached him, savoring the power she held over him. His eyes pleaded with her as she knelt down beside him, her long, red fingernails scratching against the plastic. "Oh, don't worry, slave," she purred, running her hand along his exposed chest. "I have a special surprise for you."



Without another word, Princess Beigh reached into her closet and pulled out a pair of latex gloves. She snapped them on, her fingers deftly tying them together at the wrist. Then, she reached into a box on the shelf above her and pulled out a strip of Saran Wrap.



As she began to wrap his head and face, the slave struggled against his bonds, his muffled groans echoing through the room. But it was no use; he was completely at her mercy. And when she was finally finished, his entire body was encased in a shiny, transparent cocoon.



Princess Beigh stood back to admire her work, her gaze traveling down to his lower half. She chuckled darkly, unzipping his pants and pulling them down to his ankles. "Time for your punishment, slave," she whispered, her breath hot against his exposed skin.



With that, she grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his face close to hers, her breath mingling with his as she spoke. "I've been holding in some nasty farts for you all day," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "And now that you're all bound up and unable to resist, I think it's only fair that you get to experience them firsthand."



And with that, she released a long, loud sigh, letting out a stream of putrid gas that engulfed him. The smell was overwhelming, but he couldn't move away; he could only lie there and take it. As she continued to fart on him, Princess Beigh watched with satisfaction as his eyes watered and his face turned red from the stench.



Finally, she grew bored of this game and stood up, stretching her arms above her head. "That's enough for now," she said, her voice calm but commanding. "But don't worry, slave. I'll be back soon with another surprise."



With that, she turned and left the room, leaving her helpless slave to stew in his own filth. As the door shut behind her, the sounds of his muffled cries echoed through the empty house, a testament to Princess Beigh's twisted power play.

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