Ariel Winter the Fart Goddess
by Fireball02

   This is a first person story from the eyes of Ariel Winter.  This story contains face sitting, face farting, and domination.  I don't feel like I have to say it but:  Don't read this story if you don't like these topics.  Enjoy.


    I walked through the narrow hallway and halted at the oddly shaped door.  I grabbed the door knob and it grinded as it turned in it's socket.  The hinges creaked and scrapped as the door swung past me.  I looked into the ominous basement darkness.  I slowly made my way down the old wooden stairs.  I reached the bottom and reached my hand out, feeling for the light switch.  I found it in the void and flicked the switch.  The bright fluorescents flooded the medium sized room with light.  I walked to my bounded slave.  

    "Up already, I see?" I asked.  He looked up at me, he could not say anything due to the rag in his mouth.  
    "Don't worry, today I have something else planned." I said.  He sighed in relief.  My new plans for him are anything but a relief.      

    I stand above him for a few minutes more and look at him.  I then move beside him and lower the table so he is about waist height.  I remove the rag and he remains silent.  I have all ready trained this one.  I un latched his feet from the table; I want to see him kicking in frustration when he knows my plan.  I pull up a chair and sit beside his swiveling head. I then pulled out a closed bowl of chili from a to-go bag.  

    I ate the food slowly in front of him. Once I was done I put the bowl away and climbed on the table.  This was new for him; yesterday I had only teased him, never letting him near my ass.  Today he was face to face with it.  I slowly lower myself onto his face, in no time over 3/4th of his head is underneath my ass.  His face was surprisingly comfy and I leaned back more.  Now my full weight was on his face and I heard him moan in pain, or pleasure.  I stayed seated until his legs were flailing in fear.  I raise myself off his face so he can breath for a few seconds.  I didn't want him breathing too much clean air.  

    I wait until the chili is mostly digested and then I start rubbing my stomach.  I did this until I felt pressure right inside my ass.  I sat up off his face and he stared wheezing for air, like usual, but this time I pushed out a small fart.  

    *PPPPPPPPRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTSSSSSSSSSSSS*

  The fart burned my asshole as it was released from it's hellish prison.  He breathed it right in and started gagging and coughing.  I then somewhat jumped back on his face, crushing his head into the table and stopping his struggling.  After a few minutes I turned around and asked him this:

    "How did that smell for you?" I asked. 
    "It smelt heavenly, Goddess Ariel." he responded.
    "Really?" I asked.
    "Well... not really..."He said truthfully.
    "How dare you not love my gas!" I said as I held his face firmly.

    He tried to apologize but I ignored him and turned back around.  I pulled my dress up and exposed my nearly bare ass.  I let him stare and released his hands from their metal imprisonment.  He kept his hands at his sides in obedience.  

    "Pull my panties down. I know you want to!" I commanded 

    He obeyed.  

    "See how wet and stinky my hole is?" I asked.
    "Yes Goddess Ariel." he said.
    "Clean it up." I said.

    He eagerly moved his head forward to do so but his neck restraint restricted him. 

    "What's taking so long?" I asked.  I knew his problem and wanted to see how long he would struggle for my ass.  I waited until a fart was ready to go and moved my ass closer to him.  Once his tongue made contact I farted.

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    He wrenched his head away from my horrible stench.  He still stayed silent though and I continued.  I farted on him until the gas in me was all sniffed up by him.  I got off the table and leaned in to look at his face.  He stared up at me and I burped right into his face.  He started smelling it and tried to get closer to my mouth.  I turned around and left the room, on my way out I hit the lights. 

    
    The next day, a package arrived at my house.  I took it inside and opened it, I knew what it was.  It was a box with a tube coming out of it.  This was for my fart slave.  What you do is fart in the box and then place the tube over the slaves nose and mouth.  The box regulates air intake and gas so he will breath my gas for hours at a time.  I decided to go show it to him.

    "Look at what I got! you know what this is?" I asked 
    "No, Goddess Ariel." he responded 
    "It will force you to breath my gas for hours at a time!" I said

    He did not respond.  I sat him up so he could watch me fill the box.

    I leaned over and pressed my hole and ass into the box.  

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    The clear box fogged up as my wet fart entered it.    

  I released all of my morning farts into it and left him to stare at it.  My stench would ferment in the box and make the smell worse.  Later that day I added new farts to it and attached it underneath the table with Velcro.  I held the tube over his face for a second and then moved it towards my face.  I took a big whiff of it and sighed.

    "Ah..... that smells wonderful!" I said.  

    I then shoved the tube right over his nose and mouth and secured it with tape.  He was breathing slowly and squirmed in discomfort.  His face and body tensed up and he closed his eyes.  With how many farts I put in this, it should still contain my stench for 5 hours!  That means I could go elsewhere and my slave could still suffer.  

    I did this for a few days, always revisiting the usual gassy foods.  My slave got use to my stinky ass farts and he no longer reacted like he use to.  I decided that I would have to change my diet and produce stinky farts.  I would switch between them so the slave had no time to adjust.  


    
    Now it was the weekend and I spent all week changing my diet to even gassier foods.  Man I had some gas loaded too.  My stomach was bloated and I struggled onto the table.  The slave  had no problem with my old farts, but these farts....  

    I slammed my weight on his face and chest; forcing the air from him.  He stayed under there for a good minute until he started kicking.  I waited even longer, the fart was ready but I wanted every particle to be enjoyed.  I then lifted my ass off him and exploded

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    "Oh..." I moaned in relief. 
    "AHHH..." The slave screamed under me.  
    "what does it smell like?" I asked.
    "Rotten eggs and death, Goddess Ariel." He wheezed 


    The next day I decided that I needed to punish my slave for not appreciating my wonderful gas.  I bought an extra long tube and connected it to the box.  I ran it up the stairs and into my room.  The design was messy but it works.  Now when I slept or was in my room, I could attach the tube to my ass and send farts into the box.  Every now and then I would breath in through the tube, to catch a whiff of my farts.  After all, they did smell good to me...

    After many months of my slave breathing my gas, his contract ends.  I release him and he stays the rest of the day in my house, un bounded.  I wanted one last thing from my slave and I lead him into my room.  I sat on the bed and he sat on the floor.  I told him what to do:

    "Pleasure me while smelling my farts!" I commanded.
    "Yes, Goddess Ariel." He said as he dove right in.  He worked for a good ten minutes and then it was over, but the slave was still un satisfied. 

    "Lay on the bed." I command

    He does so and sit atop his face.  I pull down his pants and stroke him while he sniffs my farts.  This too only lasted so long, but it felt so right.  

    
    After that he left, never seen by me again.  I continue my normal life, until one day, not long after he left.  My pathetic slave emailed me!  He stated that he became dependent on my gas as air.  I laughed and responded to the email.

    "You will have to pay a pretty penny for it." I sent
    "Of course, Goddess." he replied