A Royal Command
Pietra's Perfect Purging
As the Queen of Gasps, Pietra reigned supreme in her domain. Her royal subjects trembled at the mere thought of displeasing her, and she wore her power like a second skin. Tonight, however, she found herself in an unusual predicament: her stomach was aching with trapped wind, and it needed to be released.
With a wave of her hand, Pietra summoned one of her loyal servants—a youthful man who trembled at the sight of her. "Kneel before me," she commanded, her voice like velvet wrapped in iron. The man did as he was told, bowing his head in submission as he knelt at her feet.
Pietra looked down at him, her gaze piercing through his very soul. "I have a task for you, my good man," she said, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "I want you to place your nose on my ass and wait for me to empty my belly." She smiled, knowing the anticipation that would be coursing through his veins at this point.
The servant hesitated for a moment before nodding vigorously. He knew better than to question his Queen's wishes. Slowly, he lowered himself onto his hands and knees, positioning himself behind Pietra. His heart raced as he felt her plump cheeks pressing against his face, the intoxicating scent of her perfume filling his nostrils. He waited with bated breath for what was to come next.
Without warning, Pietra released the first wave of foul gas directly into his waiting nose. The man let out a muffled gasp as he felt the hot, putrid air hit his nostrils, but he didn't dare move away. He knew that if he disobeyed his Queen, he would face her wrath. So he kept still, enduring the waves of nausea that washed over him as she emptied her belly into his face.
Time seemed to stand still as Pietra purged herself, releasing each and every bit of trapped wind into her servant's nose. Finally, when she was sure that her stomach was clear, she nodded her approval. The man, his face beet red and his eyes watering, lifted himself off the ground, a mix of relief and horror washing over him.
"Well done," Pietra said, her voice ringing with approval. "You may leave now." The man scurried away, grateful to be alive but humiliated by what he had just experienced. As for Pietra, she lay back on her plush pillows, a satisfied smile on her face. Her stomach was finally at peace, and she knew that she could trust her loyal servant to keep her secrets safe.
