Fetish Factory Brazil Farting - Feeding my new hungry slave making her swallow my farts one by one - by Isabelita - Full Clip
Fart Feast: A Tale of Power and Submission
The Scent of Fear and Desire
Isabelita, the alluring Mistress, strolled confidently into her kitchen. Her eyes fell upon her new slave, kneeling before the feijoada she had ordered through the app. The slave's fingers were already digging into the steaming pot, stirring the Brazilian stew that filled the air with tantalizing aromas.
A wave of anger washed over Isabelita as she saw the disrespectful look on the slave's face. The slave had crossed the line, and now it was time for her to pay the price. With a flick of her wrist, Isabelita snatched the serving spoon from the slave's trembling hands.
The Art of Fart Control
"I see you've been helping yourself," she purred, her eyes fixed on the slave's quivering form. "But I'll be the one to feed you today."
Isabelita sat down on her throne, the slave kneeling before her. She picked up a fork and began to eat, savoring every bite of the Brazilian delicacy. But as she ate, something else was happening. Her stomach rumbled, and small, yet potent, farts escaped her body.
The slave's eyes widened in fear as she caught the scent of Isabelita's intimate emissions. She knew what was coming next and could do nothing but brace herself for the onslaught of the Mistress's farts.
Power Play: Feeding Farts One by One
With a cruel smile, Isabelita reached into the pot and scooped up a generous portion of feijoada. She held it out to the slave, her other hand positioned just above the slave's gaping mouth.
"Open wide," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority.
The slave obeyed, trembling as she felt the warm, moist air hit her face. One by one, Isabelita fed her Mistress's farts, forcing them into the slave's mouth until it was filled. As she finished, Isabelita leaned in close, her lips brushing against the slave's ear.
"You like that?" she whispered, a chilling smile forming on her lips. "Because you're going to get a lot more of it."
The Final Act: Swallowing Submission
Isabelita stood up, her feijoada now empty. She walked around the kneeling slave, who could only stare up at her in fear and arousal. With a flick of her wrist, Isabelita grabbed the slave's chin and tilted her head back, forcing her to look up at her.
"You've been a bad slave," she purred, her breath warm against the slave's face. "But I'm feeling generous today."
She leaned in closer, her mouth just inches from the slave's. "Since you seem to enjoy it so much," she whispered, "why don't we make this a regular thing?"
And with that, Isabelita leaned back and let out a long, loud fart. It filled the room with its pungent scent, and the slave could do nothing but take a deep breath and swallow it whole.
As the slave lay there, her face buried in Isabelita's ass, she knew that she was hers now. She was Isabelita's property, and her fate was sealed by the scent of fear and desire that filled the air.
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