Chapter 1: The arrival of a fart slave wished for upon a shooting star.

For reference, it has been 3 months since the prom.

It had been months since Ms. Taylor had disciplined Luke at the high school prom. He had since graduated, left town, and moved on with his life. However, Ms. Taylor in a sense had not moved on from that night. A night she still remembered vividly the ecstatic euphoria she felt as she forced her helpless teenage victim to inhale her every noxious fume. This sadistic pleasure was something she was seeking to replicate ever since that fateful night. She yearned for a more submissive, permanent fart vacuum.

Unfortunately, Ms. Taylor had no luck in even attempting a fartdom scene with her long time lesbian partner as they had broken up only a few weeks earlier. Yet all was not lost as August rolled by, and with it a new year of school. To Ms. Taylor, school was the perfect distraction to her crippling loneliness and sexual starvation.

Instead of finding solace she only found torment. It had only been a few weeks back and this year was already tearing up Ms. Taylor’s vulnerable psyche. Incidents of vaping and fighting were reaching epidemic proportions, so Ms. Taylor was left with no time to decompress as she was made handle these situations.

It appeared as though things would never get better. In the month of September that followed, Ms. Taylor had begun seriously considering resigning from her post as a result of all the stress. Yet, one chance event spun that around at the most unanticipated of times. The fart vacuum she had wished for was about to walk right into her office.

In early October, a student was directed to Ms. Taylor’s office. Her name was Rebecca and she was being repeatedly bullied on account of her sexual orientation and age. As a recently arrived junior from out-of-state, you’d likely be amazed to discover that Rebecca was 18. Most incoming juniors were 16 years old at most. Yet, Rebecca had failed 6th grade in addition to having attended an extra year of preschool called trans-k (transitional preschool). Therefore, Rebecca was to Ms. Taylor a most unusual girl.

When Rebecca entered the room, her entrance was less than flattering. At an embarrassing 4ft and 5 inches, she was practically a dwarf to the towering 6’2” figure of Ms. Taylor. Furthermore, she appeared uncaring to her appearance. She wore no make up, hair dyes, lipstick, and was without a single painted/polished nail. Her wavy long hair was oily mess of brunette that stood in stark contrast to the well maintained blonde bob cut that crowned Ms. Taylor’s head. In addition, she had large hazel eyes adorned atop with long bushy eyebrows that mocked her AP’s sharpie thin yellow brows. Rebecca had thin lips and a small button-shaped nose though. Today she wore a purple blouse that extended down to her waist line and a pair of faint blue flared jeans.

Ms. Taylor told her, “Rebecca sweetie can you please shut the door, sit down, and talk to me for a minute?” Ms. Taylor had a feeling that she would have a lot to tell considering the severity of the bullying she allegedly suffered. “OK.”, Rebecca responded as she complied with the rest of Ms. Taylor’s commands. “So Rebecca, why are you being bullied? I’ll briefly remind you that there is no reason to lie since this isn’t my first rodeo.”, explained Ms. Taylor to the nervous teen.

“If had to sum it up to one particular reason, I’d think to reason it has something to do with me being a lesbian.”, she started to confess to Ms. Taylor as she continued her story, “I mean I’d always known that I was a lesbian, but I didn’t really care. As I’m sure you understand that us girls usually don’t concern ourselves with the self orientation of our peers, or make an important part of determining our social status like men do.”, she paused her dialog in order to see Ms. Taylor’s response. Ms. Taylor reassured her in line with Rebecca’s cued pause, “It is perfectly fine to have an ingrained sexual attraction to women. In fact, I’d honestly say whatever rocks your boat so long as the object of your arousal isn’t children, animals, or dead people; since they are unable to properly consent.

“So now, why don’t we skip to the part were you begin getting bullied and just exactly what you went through?”, prompted Ms. Taylor. Rebecca, although nervous, felt comfortable enough to explain the fine details, “I began getting bullied back in September when I told girl from my P.E class, who I thought I could trust, that I was a lesbian. Apparently, she told someone else who told someone else and so on. One day out of nowhere when I’m done changing and are going to leave the locker room, being the last one in, Laney and Kenzie rush in…”

Already Ms. Taylor knew just who Rebecca was talking about. Laney Pearson and Kenzie Walter were some of the most misbehaved juvenile delinquents she had ever laid eyes upon. The bound books that held their disciplinary records were rumored to be over 10 pages for each of them. Despite their rogue status, they avoided ever serving out a long punishment.

“And well, they dash towards me and I’m already expecting the worst you know, and they start by taking my backpack from me and tossing it forcefully on the hard cement floor. The devilish duo pretty much destroyed anything I had inside that backpack. I’m still unsure as to why I must be the one to endure their wrath, until they start calling me a fag. Then Laney, in her baby blue latex miniskirt with a black tube top, points her big booty in my face. Kenzie proclaims that since I’m a ‘disgusting’ lebsian ‘pervert’, I must like girls so much that even a girl’s fart must turn me on. Laney proceeds to rip a huge stinker in my face. Humiliated, yet secretly aroused, I am frozen in shock as the pair flees.”, Rebecca mumbled through trembling teeth.

“I see, that must have been super humiliating, but I want to focus on the sexual arousal you felt when Laney tooted on you. Just how arousing was it, if I may ask, since I want you to not feel any shame for being aroused?”, inquired Ms. Taylor with hidden excitement upon having her interests piqued. She had a feeling that she might have found her long awaited fart vacuum to dominate. If she played her cards right, Ms. Taylor reasoned, she just could turn this into a symbiotic relationship where she would have her fart slave and Rebecca would be free from bullies.

Blushing Rebecca replied with peculiar cheerfulness, “Extremely arousing! Not just the mix of smells in her ass before the blast, but the pungent aroma of all the food her body had brewed into gas. I also was especially tuned into the brassy tone it created when delivered into my face.”

“Well now, I think me and you can work out a little arrangement where you can be accepted, free from bullies, and help me too.”, whispered Ms. Taylor with an enormous grin on her face.

Chapter 2: A Superstar Slave is Born.

Date: October 27th

Ms. Taylor awoke naked early Saturday morning, having talked to Rebecca only two days prior, to do some Halloween shopping. She acknowledged that having to buy candy only four days away from the holiday was the fault of being busy all the time. However, she wasn’t going out to buy any candy. She was looking for a new office chair with certain design features in mind.

After taking a bath, prepping her lips and hair, she clothed herself in a modest pearl-white dress and walked out the door. Within 10 minutes of driving she finally arrived at the practically deserted furniture store. The only person besides her was the counter clerk, a janitor, and an asleep security guard.

In the chair section, she kept a keen eye to particular type of chair. Although it took an hour, she found what she had came for. With the merchandise now safely held in the bed of her pickup, she left to go install it at her workplace.

The chair now in her office was an odd looking fireside sofa recliner. The padding on it was leather, for Ms. Taylor didn’t want to trap any smells in her chair. Despite being a recliner, a front footrest extension was not included, only the banister extended back. The banister was oddly shaped like traveler’s neck pillow with the ridge at the bottom near the seat. When reclined a large gap was created between the seat, sized just barely large enough to fit one’s head through the ridge in the banister. This chair’s legs, which stood roughly 2 feet off the ground, were hidden by a loose leather canvas. This provided a large space underneath the seat that could be entered from the outside, yet no one outside would be able to inside of it.

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Chapter 3: A school day surprise.

When Rebecca re-entered school on the 29th she had nearly forgotten of her conversation with Ms. Taylor, yet she was interrupted upon arrival to first period by an order to report to the assistant principal’s office immediately. She opened the door to find an overjoyed Ms. Taylor who began to tell her some new developments in her schedule.

“Rebecca I have something great to tell you, your schedule has been changed. After talking to your parents while you went fishing with your uncle we’ve decided that it’s best that you are placed in Entrenched Enrollment. From now on you will be arriving a quarter hour before school opens and leaving an hour after it ends. You will do all of your work in my office and I will grade it as your teacher, in addition to eating your lunch in here also. Do you understand?”

Rebecca was puzzled, yet relieved. No longer would she have to put up with bullying or go to her chaotic algebra class. She remarked back with the message she could, “Sounds great! What do I do next?”

Ms. Taylor now was forced to inform her soon-to-be fart vacuum the secret change of plans, “Uhhh….Well you see….Since you indicated to me that you are aroused by women passing gas, and I know you won’t tell, I’ll cut you a deal. I’ve been looking for an obedient toot eater for months now and believe you are perfect for the job. In exchange for vacuuming the air every time I cut the cheese, I’ll give you A’s on your assignments as I’ve heard you’ve had trouble with school in the past. If you agree to the terms sign the contract on my desk.”

Rebecca was unsure that she’d truly enjoy this new ‘job’ until she graduated, understanding how long she would be doing it, but the benefits were too lucrative to pass up. In the end all she had to do was consume this middle-aged woman’s air biscuits. She eagerly read the ‘vacuum contract’ on the desk:

Vacuum Contract:

1. The vacuum must filter all the gas that floats its way in the manner it is specified to do so.

2. The vacuum may not resist to filter any gas, make loud noises, throw up anything in response to gas, or refuse any command given by its operator.

3. The vacuum must stay awake at all times and continue filtering at all times unless allowed to stop.

4. The vacuum may tell no one of what they do.

5. Remedial action to resistance is up to the operator’s discretion.

Rebecca happily signed the document. “Here you go Ms. T.! I’m super excited to serve you!”, she gleefully informed her master. “Thank you my vacuum. You can start serving me by getting into the space underneath the chair and sticking your head through the arch in the back.”, Ms. Taylor ordered.

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Chapter 4: First time for a fart vacuum.

Rebecca crawled underneath the chair and sat upright with her head through the rear arch as her teacher instructed. She was pumped, for this would be the first time she could freely enjoy the every scent of another female. Unlike men whose scent was a repulsive clusterfuck of BO, women had a blissful feminine aroma to them that intoxicated Rebecca. As Ms. Taylor sat down Rebecca was able to feel the tight spandex of her blue jeggings engulf her nose and face. Rebecca was in heaven! To her, Ms. Taylor’s bubble butt only made the experience more enjoyable as she felt her cheeks get sucked in by her AP’s ass and drown her in an ocean of sexy blue fibers.

Rebecca knew that since it was only first period that she had shown up just in time to smell Ms. Taylor’s morning farts, yet she wanted confirmation from her master. “Master, when will I get to sniff your morning wind?”, she squeaked in an immature pouty voice. “Glad that you asked, I have some ready to break loose right now.”, replied Ms. Taylor giggling at the hilarity of Rebecca’s childish tone. Rebecca was aware that her teacher was trying to push a toot out when she felt her face being thrust against the chair. Then it happened….

*BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHH!!!! *

A long seven second ass blast rocked Rebecca’s nose, ringing out loud and proud with a piercing squeak. When it happened Rebecca felt a powerful vibration followed by a warm breeze that massaged her face. She also faintly sensed the same gas rise through her hair and into the room above. The fart had a distinctive sulfur smell that at first grossed her out, yet as she sniffed it up her burning nose she felt ecstatic. Putrid stink and blissful warmth produced a state of light intoxication that Rebecca enjoyed with each passing second. During her sniffing frenzy she was able not only smell the thick sulfur fumes, but immersed her self in a bouquet of scents. Rebecca could clearly make out the dirty smell of Ms. Taylor’s asshole (which suggested it hadn’t been cleaned in a long time), the modest lavender perfume this woman had one, and an amazingly fragrant jasmine deodorant.

Rebecca moaned loudly, muffled by Ms. Taylor’s booty, but still audible to her dominant overseer. Ms. Taylor, laughing, mocked her playtoy, “Are you enjoying this as much as I think you are?” Ms. Taylor briefly lifted her booty up for Rebecca to speak, “Oh fuck yesssssssss!” It was a satisfying answer to a woman like Ms. Taylor who had been looking forever in search of this level of subservience. “Get ready hon. I’m gonna cut some cheese for you and I can only hope you enjoy it as much as you did the first appetizer.”, announced Ms. Taylor.

* Phhhhhrbbbbt!!!!*

A short airy toot escaped and gently caressed Rebecca’s face. Although it wasn’t as long as she hoped, it was still great. This time it clearly had a meaty aura that wasn’t nearly as noxious as the last toot. It excited Rebecca as to how gently it tickled her nose on the way up. She once more quietly moaned.

“Hey Rebecca, my little vacuum, I have an important message. Please be quite! You are my seat are you not, I demand an answer?”, Ms. Taylor barked.

“Yes I am your seat my master.”, Rebecca answered back coldly. “I chairs do not moan and neither should you! I do have people, including my boss, come in here on occasion and I can’t risk them discovering you.”,Ms. Taylor snapped back annoyed with Rebecca’s apathy.

* PPPPLLLoooooRPPPtt!!!! *

* PpplllpPt!! *

* Pssssst! *

* BLLLRRRbbbT!!!! *

* PLLLMMMPPPPPPPH!!!!! PPLLLRRRRBBBT!!!! *

A string of seemingly endless tasty air biscuits seeped out of her goddess’s booty for what seemed like hours. Time was now to Rebecca a distant memory much like the bullies that would’ve been torturing her right now if her day was normal. Therefore, it surprised her when she finally saw light. It blinded her as her eyes had adjusted to the dark. “Wha… What’s going on Ms. Taylor?”, she asked groggily. “It’s lunch time silly. Time to eat real food now instead of air biscuits.” Rebecca grunted with annoyance that an activity she was enjoying so much had to be delayed. “Now, now...You’ve gotta eat lunch. It’s an important meal. How do you think I’ll possibly have enough gas for you in the afternoon if I don’t eat this cheese enchilada now?”, explained Ms. Taylor.

After lunch Rebecca got in position to immerse herself once within Ms. Taylor’s booty like the obedient submissive she was. It had only been and few minute, and one fart when she started to hear other voices. “Hey Danielle, can you print this kid a temp ID for me?”, said an unknown voice that Rebecca could only assume was a fellow faculty member. “Sure thing, just give me the student’s ID number.”, responded the intimately familiar voice of her majestic master.

Then, Rebecca felt an airy fog of buttstink seep from her master’s ass. “Oh no, a toot.”, she thought. The source of great pleasure was now a source of panic as Rebecca rushed to sniff it up her nostrils as fast, yet discretely, as she could. This was initiated by the realization that Ms. Taylor reputation as lady was at stake.

Once the other individuals left, Ms. Taylor congratulated her dutiful slave, “Nice job filtering out that toot before anyone else smelt it. I could faintly hear you sniffing back there.” Ms. Taylor continued her toot torture.

At 4:00 P.M, Rebecca packed up and was ready to go home, but felt she needed to display her affection for the woman whose raunchy gas she was now addicted to. “Before I go, do I have your consent to publicly display affection to you with a kiss on the lips?”, Rebecca mumbled nervously. “You have my consent.”, answered Ms. Taylor with a warm smile. They french kissed each other and said goodbye.

To Be Continued…...