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Prettyprincess - Wet farts in my slave's disgusting mouth

The Wet, Stinky Princess

Her Royal Highness's Farting Delight

Under the luminous glow of her majesty's chandelier, the odor of her slave's revolting mouth filled the air. The princess paced back and forth, her long, elegant gown swishing against the floor as she contemplated his fate. Her soft smile turned wicked as she remembered the treat she had in store for him. Slowly, she approached her helpless subject, his eyes pleading for mercy. She lowered herself onto his face, her ample behind pressing against his nose, releasing a cloud of putrid gas directly into his waiting mouth. The slave gagged, trying to push away from the stench, but he was powerless against her iron grip on his hair. His lips quivered as he tasted the queen's foul emissions, unable to comprehend the depths of her depravity.

The princess chuckled, reveling in the humiliation she was inflicting upon her servant. She leaned closer, her warm breath tickling his ear as she whispered, "You're lucky, you know. Some slaves have to beg for their mistress's farts. But not you, my little toy. I've been saving these especially for you." Slowly, she began to pass gas once again, this time allowing it to escape unfiltered into his eagerly waiting mouth. The slave closed his eyes, trying to block out the repulsive taste and smell, but it was no use. He was completely at her mercy, his entire being filled with the stench and shame of his queen's farts.

As the session continued, the princess's true intentions became clear. This wasn't just about humiliating her slave; it was about controlling him completely. With each passing fart, she claimed another piece of his soul, reducing him to nothing more than a pathetic, gassy mess. But still, he couldn't help but feel a strange, twisted sense of pleasure in his degradation. It was as if she held some dark, forbidden power over him, one that he was powerless to resist. And so, he continued to endure her foul assault, his mind spinning with the contradictory emotions of shame and arousal.

Finally, the princess drew back, her ample backside rising and falling as she caught her breath. The slave lay there, panting, his mouth filled with the taste of his queen's farts. For a moment, there was silence, the only sound the soft rustling of fabric as she adjusted her gown. Then, she leaned down once again, her lips close to his ear. "Remember this moment, slave," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "For this is what true submission feels like." With that, she stood up, her weight pressing down on him one last time before disappearing into the shadows, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the lingering taste of her putrid gas.

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