By: DeepDesiresFulfilled
“Good morning ladies of Femdom Town! Welcome back to Abc123 News and I am Alice Bitcherson. The rogue male subs were apprehended shortly after their attempted robbery yesterday afternoon,” said Alice while only barely trying to give a shit.
Suddenly the man’s face she is perched upon begins wiggling around and grunting. Due to where his face is buried, not much sound wise is escaping. She at first tries to ignore his interruption but his struggles only climb by the second, causing her to be jostled around in her seat.
“Cut! My damn cushion is making too much noise and won’t stay still! Give me a minute,” said Alice in an incredibly irritated tone.
Standing up off her chair, Alice takes a moment to make sure her makeup is still good. His breaths are heavy and rapid as he hadn't had even a whiff of anything for the last five minutes. Before the cameras were rolling, Alice was just casually watching videos on her phone while smothering him. He is used to long stints with little to no air but five minutes is well beyond his capabilities. Normally whoever is seated lets his nose be slightly free, allowing him to greedily snort their crack. Alice on the other hand doesn’t seem to care about her seat’s need to breathe.
After a few moments of inspection, she pockets her mirror and lets out a long drawn out sigh. Staring down at the man’s exposed face poking out of her chair, Alice shakes her head and her eyes scream disappointment. The stare said far more than words could describe and he can feel the weight of Alice’s shadow overtop him.
She takes a deep breath and says,
“Cushion, this is your first day in this position. Do you really think squirming around and being disruptive during the first segment is your best course of action?”
She stares into his eyes with pure disdain, awaiting a response. Alice running out of patience, says even more aggravated,
“It wasn’t a rhetorical question you damn moron! Do you really want to be sent back to being a park bench seat? All that time under random sweaty asses and then hours of pure and utter boredom?”
Frightened with the idea of going back to sniffing hundreds of asses everyday, he quickly says,
“No, I don’t wish to return to the bench seat. I am so sorry for interrupting you. I really didn’t want to but I was getting extremely…”
Alice snaps her fingers and cuts him off,
“Cushion, I didn’t ask you for your life's story! Just shut the hell up under my ass and as long as you do that you’ll get your air. Another screw up and I’ll make sure you get put in a bench at the end of the park. We both know those seats see the most asses and the sweatiest at that! Most people go out of their way to fart on park sub’s faces, not that you need to be told that.”
With that she quickly turns and plops her pencil skirt covered ass back onto his face. The material is relatively thin so his nose finds its home deep inside her ass, right up against her crack. Mouth smooshed shut by her crotch and with his nose nearly lodged in her asshole, there isn’t too much room to find air. What little air he can get must first intermingle with her musky crack first.
From his vast experience of having his nose up asses, he can tell she is wearing a lace thong. Putting his knowledge of discerning the exact type of panties a woman is wearing using only his nose aside, this is one of the better asses his nose has been stuck up. She is a total bitch but he has come to expect that from everyone that sits on his face. The ass attached to said bitch is thick, soft, and doesn’t smell half bad at the moment.
Last thing he wants is to be stuck under a bitch of a woman with a nasty and unwashed ass. Alice seems to keep herself clean, not for his sake but for her job but he takes it as a win nonetheless.
Hearing the near silent sniffing from under her, Alice gives her ass a little wiggle and starts bounces to remind her cushion of his place, not that the lesson was necessary. She is mostly doing so to enjoy the feeling of his nose popping in and out of her asshole. While she is bludgeoning his face with her ass, Alice takes some deep breaths to soothe her anger. His nose flirting with her crack is definitely helping her immensely.
“Hey Alice, are you ready to pick up where we left off?”
“Yeah. Go ahead and give me a count,” said Alice slightly aggravated that the bouncing needs to stop.
Reaching down, Alice grabs both of her cheeks and spreads them wide apart. Once she feels his nose probe deep into her crack, Alice drops her voice down to a poison laced whisper,
“I am feeling gassy, I expect you to be a good Cushion and filter them for me. Completely and quietly! I want every last molecule of my gas sucked right into your lungs! I have heard great things about that nose so don’t be a fuck up!”
“Alright Alice, 3…2…1…”
“Those five rogue male subs are going to be facing some intense punishment. Luckily for them it was a first time offense otherwise it would’ve been permanent toilet duty for them all. Now I am going to pass you over to Heather down at the Sub Retraining Facility.”
Right as the last few words exited her mouth a long silent fart flowed out of her ass. Following her instructions, her filth floods into the cushion's sucking nose. Although new to this particular ass, sadly for him farts aren’t a foreign thing to his nose. Thousands of farts have been forced into his nose over the years and every last one is still vile. He has learned it is best to just huff it all down right as it is released. That way he won’t have to smell it for that long and it keeps the sitter happy, sort of a win win.
The eggy fart is on the mild side as far as farts go, still nasty but not as bad as it could have been. Over the years his lungs have gone through a forced evolution and now is able to breathe farts as if they were air. They aren’t able to replace air entirely but he can last quite a long time with only gas being allowed into his lungs. His longest time was an hour and a half before he passed out. It ended up making his then owner win a pretty nice amount of money in a bet. He isn’t proud of himself even in the slightest because now everybody that uses his face is told about it and has come to expect it.
Alice stays still for a few seconds and then she sits back into the chair, fully lodging his nose inside. Another fart is ducted into his nose, due to her new position he didn’t need to sniff any of it. She goes right back to watching videos on her phone while her cushion’s lungs are being filled solely with her gas.
(Jumping over to Heather down at the Sub Retraining Facility.)
“Thanks Alice. I for one am glad to see those robbing subs getting what they deserve. We are going to get a closer look at the retraining process,” said Heather in an excited and cheerful tone.
She looks over to a woman that towers a foot taller than her and asks,
“Do you mind walking us through how this all works?”
“Of course, this is one of my favorite techniques! First thing we do is strap them down to the table,” said the amazon of a woman with a wide smile.
She then picks up a very dirty pair of panties and shoves them into the man’s mouth. Holding them inside his mouth with a strip of duct tape. He uselessly fights against his restraints as their sweat is ringed out into his mouth. This earns him a solid smack to the balls, causing him to quietly whimper in pain.
Smiling wide, the woman rubs his taped mouth and says,
“His mouth is now gagged shut with the panties I wore to the gym this morning, I made sure to go all out today for more flavor! Now that he can only breathe through his nose we strap the modified gas mask onto his face, nice and tight. We wouldn’t want anything to leak out and taint our clean air.”
Reaching under the table, she pulls out a gas mask with a long hose where the filter would normally be. His eyes dart around rapidly as the mask is tightly strapped on to his head. She takes a few moments to double check the seal of the mask.
Happy with her handy work she then says,
“The last and best step is locking the hose into position. We always make sure to get extra gassy on the days this is carried out and I think this poor bastard is in for some extra nasty farts. I have been fighting to hold them back all morning long. So I suppose this sub is getting some extra motivation to submit!”
She pulls her pants down and reveals a specially made pair of panties. They are mostly made out of tight latex and have a threaded cylinder right around her asshole. The woman then screws the end of the hose in place, now only allowing what exits her ass to be breathed. It doesn’t even take the sub long to begin coughing from the lack of air within the tube. Hearing all of her comments about her gassiness and nastiness, he is beginning to panic even more than before. He once again begins to thrash around as much as he can, which really isn’t more than an odd little wiggle.
She swiftly puts an end to his objections with a hard smack to the balls. The woman wipes off her hand and turns back to the reporter then says,
“That's the set up! It’s pretty simplistic but it has proved to be very effective. After a few hours of being gassed, passing out, and repeating they normally are pretty eager to comply. After a couple more sessions to make sure the lesson is learned they are assigned low tier positions. If they haven’t learned after all that, it turns into a whole other story.”
Throughout her short speech she is farting every few seconds. Now able to breathe something in and not enjoying his selection, he begins letting out considerably muffled screams. The amazonian woman sighs loudly and turns back to him, smacking him in the balls hard twice. This silences his screams as well as causing him to fall deeper into a coughing fit.
Letting a loud thunderous fart through the tube, the visor begins clouding up from the dense farts being pumped through. The inside has become its own micro jungle of pure nastiness. Noticing rapidly gathering moisture inside the mask, the woman laughs to herself as his eyes are no longer visible. Two quick wet blasts fire out of the woman’s ass, only adding to the ever growing rainforest within. The woman pats the man’s visor satisfied with her creation and says,
“Now we set a timer for three hours and then watch some TV. Sadly we do have to give him some air from time to time to keep them from suffocating to death. This sub caught me on a very bad day, these farts are thick and incredibly moist. I almost feel bad for the poor dumbass but he chose to act a fool, landing himself here.”
Heather closely watched the whole process and got so invested she forgot to ask any questions. Her eyes light up as she watches every last one of the retrainer’s movements, taking mental notes of everything. Heather gets so lost in the moment and only snaps back to reality after the camerawoman kicks her in the leg.
Nervously clearing her throat, Heather flips back to her happy self and says,
“Wow, that is a very creative way to retrain a male sub back to being submissive again. It is definitely effective given his coughs and previous screaming. Do the masks normally cloud up like that?”
Curiosity getting the better of her, Heather quickly and excitedly follows up,
“What are some of the other methods used to retrain them and what would you say is your favorite?”
A few more monstrous farts flood into his lungs as the woman ponders the questions. With every cough the panties are rolled around in his mouth, coating his tongue with a constantly morphing vile flavor. The sheer volume of the farts alone are more than enough to make even the best trained sub light headed but combined with no fresh air is making it even worse. After a couple of moments of twitching, his eyes roll back in his head and he falls limp on the table.
With another fart trumpeting out of her ass, the woman casually says,
“Well there is the classic tried and true facesitting. Farting right into their nose and or mouth. That combined with breathplay can be just as effective as this method. I think this is better at making the lesson sink in and stay in. Personally, I love sitting on their faces, feeling their sniffing nose pressed to my crack.”
Laughing a bit as she looks at the passed out man, she then says,
“I love it when the masks cloud up! Really lets me know they are getting the full effect and then some! I always hope it happens more often, it is so damn satisfying!”
The woman reaches over and presses a button on the side of the mask, allowing some oxygen to reach his lungs. She waits until he sucks down a few gulps of air and then seals him back in. He is then rapidly brought back to consciousness as another vile fart is piped through the tube, punching his senses back awake. His coughs pick back up again and the woman then turns her attention back to Heather.
“All you have to do is give them just enough air and then gas them back awake. Honestly the sub has probably already learned from his screw up but I just really love this part of the job. Him and my farts are going to get very well acquainted over the next few days. Anyone that doesn’t learn from their retraining is sent off to be a personal toy for extremely sadistic women. Those ladies are extremely creative and they never dial it back, only further up!”
Several farts are pumped right into his unwilling lungs throughout the woman’s speech. Right as she finishes speaking the man once again falls limp. Without turning her head she reaches over and presses the button to allow air to flow into the mask. The woman then lets out the longest and loudest one yet, causing the man to be thrust back to consciousness.
Casually she begins speaking once more,
“Well that pretty much covers all of the interesting parts. From here it is just a big waiting game.”
Heather then turns back to face the camera and cheerly says,
“Thank you very much for this look into the process of retraining. Now back to you Alice!”
(Jumping back over to Alice at the news station.)
Alice’s seat cushion has spent the last twenty minutes inhaling only her farts. As much as he hates surviving off her filth, it is better than straight suffocating. She sat upon his face as if it wasn’t there because to her he is nobody of importance. Right as he is running low on her personal air supply, as if she knew, fills his lungs once more. As gross as this is for him, he is glad her farts are relatively tame.
She lifts up just enough to free his nose from her depths and Alice then lifts up her skirt. Not to his surprise, she is wearing a gray lace thong and it is mostly lodged up her ass. Wasting no time, Alice plops her ass back down with a soft fleshy thump. Looking down at his eyes, she smiles slightly and whispers,
“Cushion, your nose is quite good at filtering farts. Now I wouldn’t want to ruin this sexy skirt with my gas so you’ll be taking the rest point blank today. Keep up the good work and I’ll just have to take you home with me! Here comes a big one, Cushion make sure to get it all.”
Being a woman of her vile word, a monstrously violent fart slams into his sinuses. The incredibly thick and hot gas mostly finds its own way down into his lungs. Wanting to remain in her good graces, he sniffs as hard as he can throughout the entire thing. The thought of being this woman’s around the clock cushion isn’t a prize he really wants but the other options are far worse.
Feeling his shop vac of a nose sucking all her filth away, Alice wiggles her butt and happily says,
“Yup Cushion, you are coming home with me everyday after my shift. That nose is too good to not use as much as humanly possible. Aren’t I just the greatest?”
Alice slides back in her seat, completely and deeply burying his nose but freeing his mouth. Quickly taking in a few gulps of clean air, he somewhat truthfully says,
“Yes, you are the greatest. Thank you for keeping me as your cushion, I won’t let you down ummm… What should I call you or refer to you as?”
She remains in this position for a few moments, contemplating what best suits herself. Alice smiles wide to herself and sadistically says,
“Given that you have almost solely been getting your air from my asshole that pretty much makes me like a god to you. Providing you with my precious gas to keep you feeling great and awake! So from now on you will refer to me as ‘Goddess’, understood Cushion?”
Although he hated every part of what she said, she has a point, as self fabricated as it maybe. He clears his throat and says,
“I understand, Goddess. Thank you again for making me your cushion, Goddess.”
“Alright Cushion, I think I am about to go back on the air. Be a good boy and keep silent while snorting down all that my life giving asshole provides.”
Alice spreads her mostly bare cheeks and relodges his nose deep into her asshole. Wiggling a few times to make sure his nose is in the best spot, Alice then once again sits her full weight down on his face.
“Alright Alice, we are back in 3… 2… 1…”
“Thank you Heather, I wish I could have been there with you two. It’s always nice to hear from the SRF!”
For the first time today, Alice wasn’t putting up a fake smile. She genuinely loves hearing from them and has personally visited them several times off the clock. The two women flipped for it and sadly for Alice, Heather won and got to go, all whilst being paid for it. It isn’t all bad news for Alice though, she just gained herself a fart sniffing professional.
“I definitely bet that scumbag is regretting his dumb actions. His current predicament should serve as a warning to others that would attempt something similar in the future. Men are pretty dumb so I bet the SRF will never run out of them to retrain.”
Alice switches over to normal reports and the weather as if everything said before was just as ordinary. For anyone that isn't a cushion or sniffing farts, this is entirely normal and just another Tuesday.