By: DeepDesiresFulfilled
DAY 0 – Warming Up
Mason and his stepmother, Emma have never really been on good terms. Emma tried to treat him as a son but he just threw it all back in her face. He would ignore her at every turn and just be out right rude with her. In the beginning she just took it on the chin but he just kept on pushing and pushing. He just kept treating her like shit and it all only got worse after his father died in a car wreck. From that day forward he made her life a living hell. He would call her every name in the book and never listen to a single word she says. For the next few years this kept continuing and it kept getting worse. A couple of days before his eighteenth birthday he came into the house and started calling her a ‘bitch’ and a ‘whore’. After several years of taking his bullshit she finally lets her nice persona drop. After a brief back and forth of vile verbal gymnastics he says,” You aren’t and never will be my mother you dumb bitch!” He then storms off to his room leaving Emma hurt and quite pissed.
Emma walks over to her room holding back tears not understanding why he hates her so much. After spending a little while calming herself down she decides to go to bed early. She opens her closet and while grabbing a shirt she accidentally knocks over some boxes. Emma in defeat says,” Well fuck me, just another thing to feed the dumpster fire that is this day!” She looks down to begin to clean and pauses for a moment. She had almost forgotten about her dominatrix enjoyment and her spilled toys brought it right back. Emma had to stop it completely after her husband died to look after her stepson. She starts to put her toys and tools back in the box then a devilish idea pops into her head. Thinking to herself she says,” Well if that little cunt won’t be my son or stepson I’ll just have to make him something else!” A spark ignites a long since burnt out fire inside her. Emma quietly states,” After his birthday I’ll make that little fucker my slave. I may as well get some use out of his worthless ass.” She packs it all back in the box and goes to sleep in a now turned great mood. Having a night filled with devilish plans forming together.
The next couple of days went by as the previous day had. Then on the day after his eighteenth birthday Mason enters the house back from his friends house. The moment the front door closes he feels a sharp pain to his head and is enveloped in blackness. Emma then drags his unconscious body off to begin his rapid transition in life.
After a few hours pass by, Mason slowly wakes up. The first thing that hits him is the terrible taste in his mouth and before opening his eyes he reaches over to remove the cause of the taste. As his arm moves it is quickly restricted following the jingle of chains becoming taught. His eyes slam open to see an oval hole just above his head. Unable to move his head he looks around to see his head is inside of a box of some kind. Mason tries to move his legs but is quickly held in place with a similar jingle but around his ankles. His eyes scan the area above him for any scrap of information. Mason sees a familiar ceiling fan slowly turning over head. He screams in his head,” I’m in Emma’s room? What the fuck did that crazy bitch do to me?” After a few short moments of unwilling tasting he comes to the horrifying conclusion that his mouth is filled with a pair of her dirty panties. He begins to gag and retch at his vile realization. He then starts to hear a whistling with an occasional lyric or two. His causing him to yell in his head,” I am here tied up and gagging on her dirty ass panties and she is just fucking whistling and singing!”
(Switching over to Emma’s point of view.)
She is causally cleaning up around the house while listening to music like there isn’t a person tied and gagged in the next room. She is wearing her favorite t-shirt and a purple pair of panties that her ass is threatening to swallow. Now that she has no son to worry about seeing her near naked body wandering around the house she does so with great joy. Emma then starts to scrub the dishes with her big beautiful ass jiggling to match her vigorous scrubbing. The doorbell starts ringing and after a couple of rings Emma dries her hands off and pops her earbuds out. Closing the distance to the door Emma then looks through the peephole and sees one of Mason’s friends. She then opens the door much to the surprise of his friend.
He looks her up and down several times before settling on her hips and thighs. Emma smiles leaning on the door frame with her hand on her hip and says,” Hey sweetheart, whatcha need?” It takes him a solid half minute to respond much to the delight of Emma. Without breaking eye contact with her thighs he says,” Ah yes sorry. Do you know where Mason is? I have been texting him about going to the movies and he hasn’t responded.” He now begins sweating pretty hard while trying and failing to keep eye contact with her eyes. She fakes a frown and says,” He packed all of his things over the last couple of days and left about an hour ago. He never said anything to me about moving or where he is going.” She further fakes her sadness and says,” On the way out the door he said he hates me and is tired of my bullshit. I don’t know why he hates me so much.” His friend frowns and says,” He must be pretty dumb to hate you. I got to go do something, bye!” Trying and failing to hide his raging hard on he turns and walks back to his car. She waits until he turns to wave by and she turns around and bends over to grab the newspaper. Emma turns her head and waves bye to him, happy to give him more ‘something’ material. She shuts the door and says to herself,” After that little show I bet he won’t be thinking about Mason all that much!” She laughs to herself popping in her earbuds and gets back to cleaning.
(Switching over to Mason’s point of view)
Over the last few hours the only things he could do are stare at the ceiling fan, taste her nasty panties, and contemplate how fucked he truely is. At one point he heard the doorbell ring and the door opening then closing a while after but couldn’t hear any conversation. Bringing the hours of solitude to an end he begins to hear keys jingling and her door unlocking. In walks Emma wearing only an old t-shirt and a pair of purple panties. He only briefly looked daggers at the uncaring woman before she left his view. He starts cursing everything he can think of at her for it to only be turned to muffles by the panty gag. He can hear her moving about the room just out of his cone of view. Emma’s lack of acknowledgement pisses him off to no end. The cherry on top is when she walks just into view and without looking at him drapes her still warm panties over his face. The ass of the panties centered right on his unwilling nose. Now all of Mason’s senses are being forcefully invaded by his stepmother’s ass. He starts to mumble curses even louder now and they fall on deaf ears as he hears her jump into bed. After about ten minutes of cursing into his panty gag he gives up and stares through the purple hue of the panties. Each one of his breaths makes the panties cling to his nostrils much to his disgust. All of the air he breathes for the remainder of the night is being filtered through her recently worn panties. After about an hour of this he manages to fall asleep but can’t shake one thought. That he has this terrible feeling tomorrow he is going to be put through hell. What that will be he can only guess but each one is worse than the last and he just hopes this is just one screwed up dream.
DAY 1 – Breaking Him In
Mason finally manages to catch some sleep but it wasn’t very restful. His dreams are unwillingly filled with thoughts, tastes, and smells of his stepmother's dirty panties. With a sharp pain across his mouth he is forced out of his slumber quite quickly. His eyes open to see Emma’s face looking down at him and she reaches down squeezing his cheeks. His mouth is now forced open and she yanks out the spit soaked panties and quickly replaces them with another pair. He watches in horror as he sees the panties that he spent the night sniffing now a darker shade of purple and rocketing towards his mouth. Right as they pass through his open lips he realizes they are soaked completely with her ass sweat. He tries to recoil away but his head remains wedged in place and the panties are now fully rammed into his mouth filling it. Emma then replaces the tape holding her warm sweat soaked panties in his mouth. She presses the tape hard against his mouth and in turn releases some of the sweat into his mouth. It tastes like extremely salty and sour farts and he begins gagging hard but is forced to swallow it. With each gag he accidently releases more of her ‘flavor’ into his mouth.
Emma crouches next to the box looking down at him and says, “Oh what's wrong? Are my panties too ripe and wet for you? Don’t worry about it too much, you’ll have them sucked clean in no time!” In between gags he stares daggers up at his stepmother. If a look could kill Emma would have dropped dead on the spot. Emma looking down at him mocks, “Is someone angry? Ah well, that's just too damn bad.” She then stands up over him and begins pumping something just outside the box causing him to slowly rise up. Mason begins to panic not quite understanding what's about to happen but all of his guesses are terrible. He then looks up at her and sees that she is soaked with sweat. Her blond hair is up in a messy bun and stray hairs are stuck to her wet neck. The shirt she is wearing is drenched in sweat and her red leggings show strong evidence of a swampy ass. They are wedged deep between her cheeks and he can see a line of sweat covering her wedgie. The swamp seems to be slowly climbing out of the depths of her cheeks. His head fully ascends out of the box until his ears just barely poke out of the box. Emma then stands over the box with her legs on either side. For most young adults this would be one hell of a sight to behold but Mason just feels pure fear. Emma then with no warning drops her swampy ass hard down on his face. She leaves his nose just outside of her booty, letting him get a hint of her musky, sweaty scent. His taped lips are being pressed deep in between her cheeks and with a yelp of pain from the impact he begins screaming into her globes.
Emma then looks over her shoulder and down at his frantic eyes and says, “Alright Mason there are going to be some big changes around here.” He keeps screaming into her ass not at all paying attention. She sighs and gives him a hard kick to the balls causing him to gag for multiple reasons now. She looks back down at him and demands, “Nod if your ready to fucking listen!” Too busy groaning into her butt cheeks he doesn’t respond fast enough and earns another stomp and she holds the pressure. ”Nod your fucking head if you are ready to listen!” Emma growls out. With great pain and fear he rapidly nods his head as much as he can. Emma looks down at him with a cold emotionless expression, keeping her foot on his balls but with less pressure. She then switches to a smile and says, “From this day forward your name is no longer Mason, it is now Slave. I am no longer your stepmother, I am your Mistress. You understand me so far, Slave?” She gives his jewels a hard tap with each word to make sure it sticks. With fear, anger, and confusion switching on his face he slowly nods.
Emma turns around and slides her ass back until his nose is firmly wedged against her sweaty crack. Not wanting to sniff her point blank swamp ass he holds his breath. After about thirty seconds of not feeling any air rushing over her asshole states, “Slave sniff my asshole right fucking now! I better feel your nose huffing in the next few seconds!” Mason turned Slave is equally afraid and pissed off so he refuses to sniff. She stomps on his gut knocking the air out of him and then fully buries his nose up her asshole. Robbed of all his oxygen he tries to inhale to no avail. Emma coldly states, “Slave, you missed your chance for air. We will try again in a few minutes.” Mason screams into her cheeks, “A few fucking minutes?!” All of his words turn to loud illegible mumbles sending ripped through her cheeks. He then begins to panic and wiggle his nose to find air but only manages to bury it deeper in her crack. His shackled arms begin to rapidly shake and flail wildly. Shortly after his legs follow suit and fight uselessly against their chains. Emma just remains seated on his face like it has always belonged there. After a minute and a half of struggling he falls still between her sweaty mounds. Emma waits another thirty seconds and dislodges his nose and returns to sitting on his mouth.
While he is knocked out she unshackles his legs and removes his pants and underwear. Looking down at his dick she smiles and says, “It's such a tragedy that a mere slave like yourself has such a nice package. Oh well, what does a worthless slave need with a nice penis anyway?” She laughs and reshackles him and then sits back down on his mouth. She then starts tapping his exposed balls every few seconds with her foot. Emma keeps tapping until his eyes slam open and groans into her ass and she asks, ”Slave, was that fun for you? Did you find some sort of joy from passing out between my cheeks?” Mason shakes his sweat covered face slightly side to side. Emma once again scoots her ass back until his nose is flush with her asshole and says, ”Sniff my crack, Slave! If not you will pass out again then awaken to sorer balls!” With tears running down his face he sniffs her crack. It smells extremely sweaty, sour, and has a light hint of shit. He gags but keeps sniffing her concealed swampy crack. Emma then grinds his sniffing nose a few times along her crack and says, “See Slave, how hard was that? Now I want to hear you suck my sweaty panties! Not some light pussy shit! I want it to sound like you are sucking from a fucking straw!” He begins to cry more as he starts sucking the sweat from her panties. It tastes just like her ass smells but dialed up quite a bit. Emma smiles and says, “Good Slave, keep doing what you are doing! I am going to watch some TV. Remember hard sniffs and hard sucking!” She then sits further back until his nose is nearly lodged inside her asshole again. This forces Mason to sniff harder and longer to get the air he needs. Mason is in pure hell down there hoping for it to stop or that this is just a terrible dream. All of his senses are being violently attacked by her all encompassing thick sweaty ass. The smell only seems to get worse with each sniff he takes. The only ‘good’ thing is that the taste of her panties will lessen over time. It still tastes terrible either way but he has sucked a majority of the ‘flavor’ from them.
Emma stays seated on his face and keeps his nose mostly buried for the next hour. She never acknowledges him aside from a ball tap from time to time to make him pick his pace back up. Scooting fully back on his nose and eyes she exposes his taped mouth and she sits like this for a minute while zoned out on the TV. She then remembers what she was doing and then rips the tape off his mouth and pulls the now cleaner panties out and politely asks, “Who are you?” She asks her question expecting the answer she wants as if this is an entirely normal interaction. Emma remains like this hearing his pants with much satisfaction waiting for his reply. Out of breath he yells, “Mason, you bitch!” With an undertone of joy she says, “Wrong answer, Slave!” Emma then flips her panties inside out and shoves them back in crotch first. Mason bites at her exiting fingers just barely missing them. That little stun earned him two hard kicks to the balls. She then says enraged, “Alright not so numb nuts, you just earned yourself a time out!” Emma reburies his nose in her even sweatier crack. She didn’t even bother taping his mouth shut again. Mason thought the taste was fading but the record shows quite the opposite. The crotch tastes like something rotting basted in sweaty piss. He begins gagging harder into her ass cheeks much to Emma’s enjoyment.
After three minutes of holding out Mason begins to beg for air. She entirely ignores him, far too engrossed in watching the cooking channel. Another minute of muffled screaming passes before he knocks out once again between her meaty moist cheeks. Emma repositions her asshole to be snuggly pressed to his nose and waits for his unconscious body to begin sniffing once more. Keeping her promise from earlier she stomps on his bare balls and returns to her show. He rockets back awake pushing his nose deeper into her crack in the process. Mason, now regretting his choice, decides to just sniff her crack in the hopes of getting this over with sooner.
Another two hours pass by with Mason snorting Emma’s ever sweatier crack and sucking her panties. Emma looks over her shoulder and sees his bloodshot eyes staring blankly in between her cheeks before his gaze meets hers. She can still see a fire in his eyes but decides to ask again anyway. She shifts her ass to cover his face and eyes once again. She then pulls the panties from his mouth and nicely asks, “Who are you?” He pants hard and with a shaky voice he says, “Mason, damn it!” She shakes her head and tosses the panties aside with a moist slap then stands up and walks out of his view. He takes this opportunity to breathe in some much needed clean air. Emma returns after a minute with a handful of lacy thongs and says, ”If you try to bite me again I’ll shit down your fucking throat! Do I make myself clear, Slave?” He looks into her cold eyes and knows she isn’t lying about the threat. Mason then says, “I understand and won’t bite you.” With beads of sweat falling from her face she says, “Who is this ‘you’? I have a fucking name, Slave!” He looks up at her angrily and says, “Mistress, I understand!” She shoves four thongs into his mouth filling it completely and says, “That's better, Slave. I better hear ‘Mistress’ everytime you speak.” She then pushes the thongs deeper and then applies a fresh strip of tape holding his overflowing mouth shut. He gets a view of her ass as she turns around and the swamp ass is spreading across her cheeks almost completely. Emma then drops her ass back down returning her slave's nose back to its rightful place. His nose is sliding deeper into her crack each time she sits down. Her yoga pants keep wedging deeper alongside his sweat lubed nose. The four thongs begin to get wet from the sucking and start shifting around keeping the flavor fresh and ever changing. They taste similar to the previous pair but the shit and stale farts flavor is ramped up quite a bit.
Another three hours pass by sniffing her asshole and sucking the now spit soaked thongs she turns to look down at him. His face is covered in a thick layer of sweat, most being from her swampy ass. His eyes are extremely bloodshot and is constantly blinking to fight off the stinging sweat. Emma’s yoga pants are wedged deeper than they have ever been and are completely soaked in her sweat. She swipes his nose between her cheeks for a minute or so. It glides effortlessly back and forth lubed by her swamp much to his disgust. Exposing his taped mouth she rips it off and sets the soaked thongs to the side. Emma then asks for the third time, “Who are you?” Mason being exhausted and panting says, “Slave, Mistress. My name is Slave.” She smiles and says, ”Good boy! I am happy to see you understand your new place in life.” Emma shoves the thongs back into his mouth and replaces the tape. She stands up hovering her ass over the smotherbox and says, “I have to make sure this sticks. I want to hear you beg for my ass on your face!” With tears welling up in his eyes stares at her for a while then mumbles into the panties but no words make it through. Emma looks down at him and says, “Slave, how in the hell was I supposed to hear that? I want you to scream for my ass on your face and I want to believe it!” He keeps crying and clears his throat for a few moments then screams, ”Mistress, please sit your ass on my face!” Emma smiles down at him and says, “You're learning, Slave! Good job and of course I will sit on your face!” She puts her fingers under her ass cleavage and gives her cheeks a good shake. A part of his mind found that extremely sexy but due to the last six hours he feels conflicted. He can feel his member begin to grow hard but then she hooks her thumbs around her waist band. She looks down at his face and begins to dislodge her yoga pants from her ass as she removes them. His member falls limp once more as he hears her wedgie snap free of its swampy prison sending a fine sweat mist into the air. Her pants hit his chest with a warm wet smack and he cries once more while staring at his impending doom.
Much to his dismay she isn’t wearing a thong like he had hoped. His Mistress’s ass is bare and glistening with a thick layer of sweat. The layer only grows more dense and begins pooling in the center of her cheeks, hiding her concealed asshole. Her swampy ass starts dripping onto her slave’s stuck face, adding to his already drenched face. His mind begins to morbidly wonder how bad it is inside but doesn’t have to for too long. Emma begins to drop her ass down fast like she is just sitting in a normal chair. Her massive cheeks bludgeon his face hard making him see stars in his buried eyes. His nose slid fast and deep into her crack, nearly fully burying itself. She then grabs both of her cheeks and spreads them wide lodging his nose fully inside her slimy asshole. He can’t smell much but what he does smell is horrendous. It smells of an extreme sweat soaked pile of shit and he begins gagging hard. After a couple of minutes in between her monstrous globes he begins to struggle to free his nose. She answers his struggles by sitting down harder fully sealing his nose inside and he then feels her asshole begin to open more. Not even a second later he feels a hot rush of ‘air’ being funneled down his lodged and sealed nose. It lasts five seconds and is the worst thing he has ever smelt, it smells of an eggy wrapped shit and it is all forced down into his lungs. He screams and starts crying hard into her ass and she remains seated, unphased by his screams. After a full minute of his lungs only filled with her fart she shifts forward slightly with a wet squelch as his nose pops out of her asshole. His nose is firmly pressed to her sweaty crack and he starts sniffing it hard and fast trying to replace the fart. He spends the next twenty minutes sucking any lingering fart smell from her hole and gagging the whole time. He never slows down his snorting in fear of receiving another fart.
Another four hours slowly drag by filled with sniffing hard, slipping, sliding, and sucking her thongs. Her swamp ass keeps wet and slimy the entire time and keeps his nose nice and coated. Every once in a while she would bounce on his nose a bit to fuck her asshole. After the last set of bounces conclude his face is pulled free from her ass with a loud sickening pop. Her sweaty cheeks clap together a few times from the force of it. Mason begins to feel joy welling up in his chest just to have it shattered when she quickly flips around showing her dripping pussy. Tears start rolling down his face as his Mistress says, “Slave, the last ten hours have been great! Nothing makes your Mistress more horny than breaking in a new Slave!” Emma quickly throws her shirt aside and unhooks her bra. She licks her lips and slowly descends her wet pussy onto her slave’s nose. She straddles the box hard with her legs and starts grinding up and down his face, mainly his nose. At this moment he is mentally begging for a couple more hours in her swampy asshole just to avoid this treatment. Emma gropes both of her tits while riding his nose harder and harder. She starts moaning loudly and rides his face for five minutes straight. He cries and is able to sneak only little breaths every once in a while but nowhere near enough. She rides his face until her climax which is ten seconds after he passed out.
Emma quietly moans to herself, stands up off her unconscious slave's face and exits the room. His face is now coated in a mixed concoction of her juices and her ass sweat. She wanders off to take a shower to remove the last ten or so hours of filth. Her Slave wakes sometime later to the sound of her door shutting. He watches her pass him in a little black thong with no bra on while completely ignoring his existence. He can’t help but get turned on at the sight of her bare tits and bouncy ass despite what he just went through. He closes his eyes hating himself for staring at the evil woman that just tortured him. Emma then puts on a matching pair of penguin pj’s and climbs into bed and falls asleep shortly after. Sleep doesn’t come as easy for her Slave. His face is half dried and is extremely sticky. He has to fight for each blink, forcing his lids to unstick. A few hours later he does manage to pass out voluntarily this time due to exhaustion. One thought rings through his head all night. That being, how his life took one hell of a nose dive straight into the pavement and is terrified of what tomorrow holds.
DAY 2 - Her Feet and Farts
Mason, newly named Slave sleeps quite a while due to yesterday's events. He spends his night solely dreaming of her ass. The dreams border into the realm of nightmares. The fact that he has four spit soaked dirty thongs in his mouth isn’t helping at all. Also the smell of his Mistress’s ass and pussy is probably permanently ingrained inside and on his nose and face.
After eight hours or so of sleep he wakes to the sounds of cooking in the kitchen. His brain had been so focused on her ‘breaking him in’ to realize just how hungry he truly is. Mason hadn't eaten for a day and a half aside from the filth from her panties but that isn’t all that filling. Twenty more minutes of cooking pass by and then he begins to hear her door unlocking. Emma, his Mistress walks over and looks down at him and says, “Okay Slave, I am going to let you out of the smother box to eat some food. If you try anything at all you won’t be allowed to eat or shower. Do I make myself clear, Slave?” Mason is quite disturbed at how sweet of a tone she said all of that in. His rumbling stomach pulls him from that thought causing him to rapidly nod his head up and down a little bit. Emma, wearing a warm smile rips the tape off and throws the thongs to the side with a wet splat.
She unlocks the lid to the box and her Slave is one hell of a sorry sight. His hair is completely soaked and mostly matted up. His face is caked with a thick layer of sweat and has her juices sprinkled in. The epicenter of this disastrous mess being his nose. He just stays perfectly still not wanting to piss her off at all in his still quite compromised position. Emma moves down to his leg shackles and looks at his beaten and bruised balls and says, “Slave, be careful today. I don’t think your boys can handle too many more kicks.” Arms still shackled he lifts his head and looks at his balls and says, “Emm… Mistress, I will be careful.” Emma walks over and straddles his chest and starts working on the arm shackles while saying, “Good save, Slave! That would have earned you a solid kick adding to the damage.” Mason can’t help but enjoy her casually straddling his chest. After a few moments she unlocks him fully and rises off his chest. Emma then walks over to the door and waits for a moment and says, “Slave, you can stay there to be used again or you can follow your Mistress. Your choice, Slave.” He quickly tries to launch up but he nearly pukes from the pain in his balls.
Mason lifts himself out and decides to crawl behind her adding to his humiliation even further. Emma laughs a bit and says, “I wasn’t going to make you crawl around but I like it! No standing without my say so, Slave.” His face grows red and he says, “Yes Mistress.” He begins crawling after her and his horny little brain watches her ass trying its hardest to eat her penguin pj’s whole as she walks away swaying her hips much to his aggravation. Making it to the dining room Emma abruptly stops causing his face to ram into her ass and slide between her cheeks. Feeling extremely stupid he quickly removes his face and says, “I am so sorry Mistress! I didn’t think you were going to stop moving.” She smiles and with a chuckle she says, “Slave, you just spent yesterday crammed in between my cheeks! If you want more you can always beg me for it if you really want it!” Blushing beet red he says, “Mistress, I think I’m good for now.” Emma shrugs and says, “I will still use you as I please but the offer still stands in the future if you beg hard enough. Well you have been a good boy so far so you can eat at the table.” He slowly stands up and takes a seat in the chair making sure to keep his legs spread and says, “Thank you Mistress. I guess I’ll keep that in mind.” They both sit in silence as they eat the bacon, eggs, and sausages alongside a glass of orange juice. After they are done eating he crawls over to her side and collects all of the dishes and puts them away. Emma smiles once more and says, “Keep this up Slave and your transition will be a lot easier on you. Now you may take a shower but first you are to shave your head. After your shower put this and only this on.” She hands him something small and made from latex and with a puzzled look on his face he asks, “Yes Mistress, but what is it?” Smiling with a look of excitement she says, “That is your mask! You will never remove it unless I say otherwise or you are showering.” He frowns and lets out a quiet groan at his newest orders. Emma then asks with an edge to her voice, “Do we have a problem, Slave?” Mason quickly answers with fear, “No Mistress! I am sorry, Mistress!” She stares down at his pathetic form and says, “Alright but this is your last warning, Slave! Don’t fuck up again or your balls will get crushed!” He rapidly nods his head and crawls off to the shower. Emma watches him crawl away and laughs to herself as she walks into her room to get changed.
Mason crawls into the bathroom and slowly stands up and searches for hair clippers. He finds them and finally looks in the mirror and sees the damage she caused to his face and hair. A few tears fall as he tries to not look at himself too much while shaving his head. Spending ten minutes removing his gross matted hair he is a little glad that he doesn’t have to wash all of the filth from it. Throwing away the pile of slop that was once his hair, he slowly stumbles into the shower. Immediately he starts scrubbing her grime from his face with great effort.
Emma finishes putting on her running outfit and begins searching through her ‘toy box’ for a few things. She is wearing a white cut off t-shirt that barely conceals her pink bra and a blue pair of leggings. “Ah there you are!” Emma says pulling out a pair of padded cuffs, black collar, black leash, and ball gag. She walks out into the living room and drops her ‘toys’ onto the table and sits, waiting for her Slave. Emma starts flipping through channels and starts watching some random drama series.
After thirty minutes of watching and waiting her Slave crawls around the corner mask on. It is a thick latex mask with a zipper at the top of his head and down to the base of his skull. His eyes are concealed with a thick mesh letting him look through but hard for anyone else to see his eyes. Two holes are in the mask, fully exposing his nose and mouth. She smiles and says, “Good Slave! Now come here.” She points right between her legs at the base of the couch. Mason crawls between her legs and looks up at her with fear filling his eyes. Reaching over him she grabs a red ball gag and pops it in his mouth, then straps it to his head. She then straps the collar around his neck leaving very little wiggle room. Emma stands up and snaps the leash to the collar and begins leading him to her room. Feeling his humanity slowly slipping away, he crawls after her.
He can see a pair of handcuffs dangling from her off hand much to his displeasure. Emma points to the base of her bed and says, “You have been a good Slave so far today. Now sit right there with your hands behind your back.” Fully humiliated Mason crawls over and sits with his hands behind his back. She crouches down next to him and cuffs his hands behind him then he hears a third snap of another cuff. Looking over his shoulder he sees that he is cuffed to a thick bolted metal plate in the floor with a ring sticking out of it. She then says, “Now you stay there and be a good boy while I’m gone.” Emma then walks toward the door, closing and locking it behind her. He can’t help but to stare at her ass jiggle in the leggings for a few steps before he forces his eyes to the floor. Looking to his right he can see the smotherbox that he spent the last day and a half locked inside. Around the oval hole in the lid still has remnants from the previous day stuck to the black material. The box is stuck in place by some thick bolts and the same can be said for the leg shackles. The idea of her just having all of this stuff ready to go scares him for what the future has in store for him.
Everytime he even tries to entertain the thought of escape or fighting back he quickly realizes how pointless it would be. Emma is 6’2’’ and has at least fifty pounds on him and would just punish him. Knowing her and what she has done so far he’s betting she has some sadistic shit locked and loaded, waiting for an opportunity. Besides, as of now unless he has a blowtorch shoved up his ass he isn’t moving from this spot. Letting any and all thoughts of escape fall out of his mind he just decides to place his head back on her bed and take a nap. Mason is quite glad he is gagged with a ball and not her panties again.
After a couple of hours he hears the door unlocking and he quickly raises his head and notices a long line of drool down his chest. Looking up at her sweaty form he thinks, “Damn it, she is nearly as sweaty as yesterday!” Emma walks in and shuts the door and starts undressing right in front of him. With a brief high level of discipline and buckets of fear he forces his eyes to the ground. She starts with tabbing most of the sweat off of her body and dresses into some lounging clothes. Emma is wearing a simple white shirt with some gray sweatpants alongside a pair of gray socks. She kneels down next to him and says, “Alright Slave, I am going to move your cuffs to the front. Be good so I don’t have to hurt you.” She reaches behind him and uncuffs him from the plate and then sees the line of drool. Reaching over she grabs her sweat soaked shirt and rubs his face and chest with it. Mason hates it but is glad it's sweat from her upper half and not her swampy ass. Emma then briefly uncuffs his left hand then re-cuffs them in the front. Grabbing the leash Emma starts leading him and says, “Follow me like a good little Slave, alright?” Mason nods and starts crawling behind her while fighting and failing to not stare at her sweats covered ass. He hates it but her ass is just way too damn nice to not stare and ogle over.
Walking over to the couch Emma plops down and says, “Lay down on your back with your head at the base of the couch.” He nods and with a questioning look he lays down and slides into position. Without wasting any time she plants both of her sock covered feet right on his face. He tries to whip his face away but is met with a hard yank to his leash back into position. Coughing hard from being pulled by the neck he unwillingly takes a few deep sniffs of her toes. They smell like sweaty mold coated cheese and he lightly gags to their scent. Emma slightly aggravated demands, “Stay fucking still and sniff my feet! Don’t pull away again or those balls of yours are going to get stomped!” Mason rapidly nods under her feet in turn rubbing them all over his face. These must be the ones she wore during her run because they are quite damp. Quietly he groans to himself while he takes deep sniffs, but is slightly happy it isn’t her bare swampy ass he’s huffing.
Emma leans back into the couch and starts looking for something to watch. While looking she says, “Keep sniffing until I say otherwise, Slave.” Mason once again rubs her feet across his face with a nod. After a few minutes she settles on a crime drama and then she removes one foot and uses the other to grip his nose. This only ramps up the smells for her Slave. All of the air he is getting is being filtered through two layers of socks and around her foot. Emma enjoying the cool rush of air between her toes starts absentmindedly rubbing his nose between her toes. With each funky sniff her socks cling to his nostrils making sure nothing fresh reaches his nose. This continues for the next few hours with her randomly switching feet for him to sniff.
Emma lifts her foot from his face and says, “Remove your ball gag and sit in front of your Mistress.” He sits up and takes a few moments of fiddling but he removes the ball gag from his mouth. He then looks at his Mistress and asks, ”Where do you want me to put this, Mistress?” Emma reaches out and grabs it and places it on the couch next to her. Looking down at him she says, “Remove my socks Slave. Then place them on the ground next to you.” With a bit of hesitation he grabs a foot and starts removing her gray sock. Hooking his fingers inside he begins pulling them off inside out. When he reaches the heel and then the sole it sticks to her foot requiring a gross amount of extra force to remove. The next sock is the exact same way as the first and then he places them both on the ground next to him. The insides of them are darkened with sweat and other filth. With a smile and way too much satisfaction she wriggles her damp toes in front of his face and says, “Slave, grab my foot and start sucking my toes.” Looking back and forth from her foot to her face he begs, “Mistress please don’t make me do this.” Emma then plants her foot into his face and pushes hard, knocking him onto his back.
She grabs the ball gag and stands up, holding him down with her foot. Dropping her sweats to the floor revealing a wedged black pair of panties. She pulls out the wedgie and starts fiddling with the ball gag. After a few moments the ball pops free from the straps and she places it down the back of her panties. Now standing over him facing his feet she says, “You are going to help me with a little magic trick! We are going to make this ball disappear!” Emma then begins to sit and right before his nose makes contact he sees exactly where she put the ball. Mason’s nose meets the ball and when she applies more weight to his face it slowly pushes the ball inside her asshole. With a moan of pleasure she sits fully down, with his nose teasing her crack. Spreading her cheeks and wiggling she says, “Thanks for the assist, Slave. Now since you didn’t listen to my order you get another time out!” His nose then fully enters her asshole and when she lets go of her cheeks they nearly swallow his head whole. Emma’s ass is an inch away from making contact with the floor. As soon as she sat down he began struggling as pointless as it is. His face doesn’t even budge at all as he wiggles his body. He begins to kick his legs around and she says, “Don’t you fucking dare kick me, Slave! That will just earn you another time out and multiple stomps to your balls!” Over the next three and a half minutes he struggles but he tries his best to not move his legs too much. Right as she feels him about to pass out she lets out a long eggy fart straight into his nose. No breathable air is within the fart but his body sucks it in anyway and he passes out shortly after.
Emma waits a few seconds and then sits up just barely off his face. His nose is still between her cheeks but his mouth is free. His unconscious body quickly exhales the fart he had sucked in and then begins breathing normally. Grabbing the leash she then whips his balls once with the hand hole. Mason rockets awake with a groan and accidentally presses his nose deep between her cheeks. Emma then sits back down on his partly buried face and says, “You ready to do what I asked, Slave? If not, we can do this again and again until you are.” Mason nods his head slightly between her cheeks and says in a muffled tone, “Yes, Mistress I am ready!” She then shakes her ass hard and his face forcefully follows suit.
She stands up grabbing the leash again and drags him back into position and sits back on the couch. Mason is pretty much being strangled and is only able to kick his feet on the carpet trying to lessen it. Coughing hard he sits back up and sees her foot back in his face once more. Trying to catch his breath he doesn’t start fast enough so she says, “Slave, I am going to count to five and if my toes aren’t being sucked, your face is going back into my ass for another time out! 1…2…3…” He quickly and slightly painfully rams her big toe in his mouth and with teary eyes begins licking and sucking. She leans back once more sighing and says, “Now Slave, make sure to show each toe equal love.” Sucking her toe like a pacifier he mumbles out, “Yes Mistress.” They taste like corn chips dipped in moldy cheese mixed with sweat. Feeling her foot grime slither down his throat makes him constantly gag. Spending a few minutes on each toe he cycles through them a couple times.
After forty five minutes of sucking she yanks her toes from his mouth with a wet pop. She slowly raises her opposite foot and slides it across his face. With how sweaty it is it glides easily across his mask and the exposed parts of his face. Mason winces in disgust then grabs her foot and starts sucking and licking. Another forty five minutes passes of him licking and sucking the grime from her toes. Popping her toes from his mouth once again and she says without looking, “Alright Slave, start licking the rest of my feet now. Make sure to use those pearly whites to scrape off the stuck stuff.” With a deep shaky breath and with sweaty hands he grabs her left ankle and licks her sole. He starts gagging as his tongue licks up a loose blond hair. Emma looks down at him and laughs for a moment at his suffering then returns her attention back to her show. He spends a half hour tongue bathing her foot before he comes to a terrible conclusion. Some grime on her heel isn’t coming off no matter how hard he licks. He raises her foot higher and starts scraping off the dead skin, dirt, and other caked on filth with his teeth. It is the nasty equivalent of dragging a chocolate bar against your teeth and having the curled bits fall into your mouth but instead of a treat it's a smelly foot. This process takes him twenty minutes due to hard gagging and nearly puking a few times. Each time he nearly pukes Emma stares down at him intensely just waiting for him to fuck up but he manages to keep it down.
Another twenty minutes pass by of him going back over her feet he then asks, “Mistress, is your foot cleaned to your liking?” Emma grabs her foot and inspects the bottom for a long while and then says, “Yes Slave, you licked my foot clean like a good little slave should! Now here is a gift before round two! Keep your mouth open wide and don’t close it!” Mason slowly opens his mouth wide and looks up at her with scared curious eyes.
Emma reaches down and grabs him by the jaw and begins snorting loudly. She does this for a full minute much to her Slave’s terror and dismay. With a mouth full of phlegm and spit she stares daggers into his eyes and lightly places her foot on his dick and balls. Emma slowly closes the distance until their lips are maybe an inch apart. While staring into his eyes she slowly lets the vile concoction drain from her pursed lips and into his mouth. Jaw shaking, Mason is fighting hard to not close his mouth and pull away. He stares right back into her sadistically evil eyes and sees just how much she loves tormenting him. Her special brew slops down and impacts his tongue that is wanting oh so badly to escape his mouth and his fate. It is warm, foamy, and is snot mixed. His brain is screaming to shut his mouth and flee but her gaze scares his mouth open. Emma with great satisfaction drags out his torment for ten seconds before emptying her mouth. She closes his mouth and with way too much joy she says, “Don’t swallow until I say so. I want you to swish my gift around in your mouth and savor it.” Mason fighting back gags looks into her eyes mere inches from his looking for mercy but finds nothing but fiery glee. He slowly begins to swish it around in his mouth and he has to stop a few times to stop from puking right into his Mistress’s face. Without breaking eye contact she slowly kisses him on the lips and says, “ Swallow my gift Slave. Swallow and enjoy!” She lightly taps his balls with each word. In his mind he is mostly just screaming but one thought manages to form, “How the fuck am I meant to ‘enjoy’ this vile shit?!” With a few moments of staring into her eyes he takes one massive disgusting gulp and swallows it all. Emma lets go of his jaw and leans back into the couch crossing her legs. He can feel her ‘gift’ climbing back up his throat with each deep gag. Mason spends the next few minutes gagging and covering his mouth and then swallowing what tries to eject from his body.
Once he finally is able to stop gagging Emma smiles and says, “Slave, crawl into the kitchen and grab two water bottles from the fridge.” He quickly and awkwardly crawls into the kitchen. The hand cuffs and his screaming balls make this process even harder. He then kneels down in front of the fridge and grabs out two bottles. Taking a few moments to figure out how to transport them. He then settles on one in each hand and crawls using his forearm. Emma laughs at his weird little wobble as he rounds the corner. She sits on the edge of her seat enjoying his little accidental show. He sits down between her legs at the base of the couch and her thighs are inches away from the sides of his face. Feeling the heat of her imposingly thick thighs and with shaky hands he lifts both bottles up to her. She grabs one and says, “The other one is for you, Slave for not puking up my gift. Do good things you get rewarded, and you know what could happen if you fuck up or fail.” Mason rapidly unscrews the bottle and starts chugging and swishing it around in his mouth. Emma just takes small sips from the bottle and then lets out a eight second rumbling fart. At first he just tries to ignore it as most of it goes into the couch, but then his mind goes back to their little ‘magic trick’ earlier and he groans. Finishing the bottle he sets it on the table and then says, “Thank you for the water, Mistress.” She nods, scooting back and raises the still dirty foot and wriggles her toes once more.
Mason then sighs and grabs her ankle and starts licking her sole. He rarely gags while he is licking this time around due to just how bad her ‘gift’ was. He manages to finish the licking part in only twenty minutes. The gagging during the scraping is just as bad as before and for whatever reason this foot requires more scraping than the other. A terrible half hour of gagging drags by before he asks, “Mistress, is your foot cleaned to your liking?” Emma once again grabs her foot and takes a long inspection and says, “Good job, Slave! You are quite the little foot cleaner. Now let's eat some lunch.” She stands up and steps through him and then tugs on his leash while walking into the kitchen. Bothered at how his head just got pushed between and through her thighs it takes until the pull for him to start following. It was equally hot as it was aggravating, leaving him conflicted while he watches her ass bounce just in front of him. Emma hooks his leash around his chair and walks further into the kitchen.
Emma starts talking as she cooks, ”Well I guess this is more of a dinner rather than lunch. I guess we got carried away with the foot sniffing and cleaning! Go ahead and sit down at the table and wait.” He spends the next half hour licking his teeth trying to get rid of the foot gunk embedded between them. Throughout the cooking he hears several farts adding to the gags ‘flavor’. Walking up, Emma places two plates of spaghetti on the table. Mason just stares down at it and back at his Mistress a few times thinking, “Should I just start eating or wait til she tells me to? Is this some sort of a test?” Sitting down, Emma looks over at his conflicted face and says, “Go ahead Slave, you can eat your food.” Nervously grabbing the fork he says, “Thank you, Mistress.” He hates waiting for permission to do everything but he really doesn’t want another ‘time out’. They both spend the next twenty or so minutes eating food and then she says, “Alright Slave, you have two choices about how you will spend the rest of the day. You will be my seat cushion or you will suck and lick clean the socks that I was wearing earlier. Finish your food then tell me your choice.” Emma goes back to eating like that's a normal thing to say to someone. Only having a couple of bites left Mason starts weighing his options.
Both plates now empty Emma collects the plates then asks, “So what will it be, Slave?” She opens up the dishwasher and places all the dirty dishes inside. Mason thinks for a few more moments then says, “Mistress, I guess I’ll go with being your seat cushion,” Closing the dishwasher Emma walks by grabbing the leash and pulling him to follow. He nervously crawls and stares into his prison for the next few hours. She then points down at the couch cushion and says, “Sit down in front of the couch and tilt your head back.” He crawls into position and she stands in front of him facing away. He takes a deep breath and looks up at her sweatpants encased ass and wonders how something so nice can be as nasty as it is. Emma then slides her pants down and tosses them to the side. Her ass has further eaten the black panties and his previous ‘time out’ didn’t do them any favors. The moment the pants hit the floor she had already grabbed two handfuls and spread them wide. Before fully spreading she had already started sitting down. His nose rests flush against her ass hole and then a majority of his vision is taken up by her cheeks slamming around his head. Mason just hopes this was the right choice.
Emma wiggles a bit making him sink further into both her ass and the couch. Turning her attention fully back to watching her show. After about a minute of waiting, he comes to the conclusion that there will be no breath breaks like he had feared. He starts taking deep hard sniffs of her asshole and her ass is spread just enough to let some air trickle down. It does have to pass over her crack first but sadly for him it's not a new scent to him. At the moment at least it only smells of sweat and stale farts so he isn’t regretting this option so far. It is a bit sweaty but it's mostly just around his wedged nose and nowhere near yesterday. At least a few things are going in his favor.
After about an hour of deeply huffing her asshole she says, “Alright Slave, here's the deal. I am going to fart but if you sniff it all down I will only fart once. Otherwise, it is bombs away for the next couple of hours. Understand the situation, Slave?” Mason groans between her cheeks then gives her a thumbs up. She looks down at him and smiles and says, “Good boy! Now sniff this all up for your Mistress.” She then sits down harder making his nose pop into her asshole as soon as she hears him exhale. Making a direct connection she then sighs and releases a six second long eggy blast into his nose. Right as she starts he begins sniffing as hard as he can. He sniffed it all up and didn’t even gag much to his own disgust. Emma remains seated for a minute and then sniffs the air and says with amazement, “Damn Slave! I won’t lie to you, you weren’t meant to succeed. Your little nose is quite the vacuum! Well a deal is a deal.” She then shifts forward a little to let his nose dislodge and listens to him quickly sniffing her crack much to her joy. The part that is pissing Mason the most off is that he didn’t even gag while sucking in her fart. He is getting used to her ass and it’s stench and it is disturbing to him.
The next hour passes by as to be expected, nose deep in her asshole sniffing hard as can be. Toward the later half of the next hour Emma’s stomach starts making some violent noises, much to Mason's fear. Clutching her stomach she grunts out, “Sorry Slave, I did intend to keep up to my end of the deal but things have changed. So sniff them all up and your Mistress just might reward you for it!” Mason and Emma both know he is going to fail but she doesn’t care even in the slightest. Shifting backwards Mason’s nose is pressed inside her asshole only fueling his terror. He tries to shake his head free but it just stays perfectly still. With his hands cuffed he can’t even dream of throwing her off of him. His only option is to huff down whatever comes out and try to not die and it isn’t much of an option for him. They both begin sweating for two very different yet connected reasons.
Without warning the flood gates open and out shoots a near constant torrent of hot gas. The first of which is a ten second eggy blast down his nose and throat. Sniffing was pretty damn pointless as it shoved its way down on its own. His lungs are filled painfully beyond their capacity. He starts to exhale some of it to get some real air inside but half way through the exhale he just gets hit again. Seven seconds of meaty fart got forced inside and four of it refilled his lungs and the rest got pushed into his stomach. Mason once again tries to exhale but he doesn’t get the chance because he gets blasted again. It lasts for five seconds and every bit of the eggy shit laced fart flows into his painfully bloating stomach. He gets enough of a break to exhale half of what's in his lungs before more comes screaming out. At this point he is truly freaking out his lungs started out empty and only have been given her farts.
A ten second monster punches its way down and he can only breathe in a quarter of it and the rest further inflates his stomach. Emma looks down and sees his belly begin to noticeably bulge but she can’t stop now. His chest and stomach are both on fire and filled and then he hears another coming. At this point he has begun suffocating from inhaling only her farts and not even a lick of air. Growing increasingly frantic with his struggling another five second pure shit smelling fart pushes nearly entirely into his balloon of a stomach. Emma either doesn’t notice his wild struggling or just doesn't care, no matter which one it is she keeps gassing him. Again he exhaled a bit for it to just be restocked and then some, causing his stomach to feel like bursting. At this point he gets light headed and is screaming deep into her ass and is only answered with another fart. This one pushed only into his stomach, further inflating and adding to the incredible pain. She now notices his belly bloating quite a bit and tries to stand but the quick movement released hell by accident. A wet twelve second shit filled fart screams through his nose and bulges his belly to an insane degree. Mason’s body falls limp halfway through it. Emma manages to stand while hunched over with her ass inches above his face and keeps dropping bombs all over his face. She stays like this for the last few farts before her stomach falls silent to mirror her Slave.
Emma turns around and sees her slave’s unconscious limp body and says, “Opps Slave, didn’t mean to knock your ass out!” Looking closer she sees a brown mark on the tip of his nose and she laughs and says, “Damn Slave, quite the little brown noser you are becoming! Oh well, time to burp the Slave.” Emma laughs at her terrible jokes and then gives his belly a light shove. Fifteen seconds of pure shit, foot, and spaghetti smelling burp comes rushing out of his mouth. Watching his belly deflating like its a tire being slashed, Emma still standing over him she is laughing hysterically while fanning her nose. She bends over laughing and another wet fart escapes causing her to say, “I better go clean up a little bit!” Emma then walks off to the bathroom leaving him cuffed and knocked out and leaning on the couch.
Ten minutes later she returns wearing a pink lace thong and sees he is right where she left him. She plops down right behind his head with her thighs pressed against his ears. She is a little worried that she just killed her Slave on day two. Looking down at him she sees his stomach slowly raising and falling. Signing in relief she leans back and keeps watching TV. Another ten minutes pass by before she hears him take in a deep breath and his eyes open wide. She pats his sandwiched head and spreads her legs for a moment and says, “Just stay right where you are for a bit, Slave. That was a lot more than I meant to give you all at once but my tummy was hurting quite a bit. Thank you for handling that for me, Slave.” Emma then presses her thighs back on the side of his head tightly yet gently and looks back to the TV. She feels a bit bad for that level of gassing this early into his servitude, so decides to let him rest between her thighs as a wordless apology. Mason is sporting one hell of a near full body ache. His lungs, chest, belly, stomach, nose, and throat are all sore or hurting. He has mixed feelings about being sandwiched between her thighs but he just takes it as a win. Putting that terrible experience aside for a moment this would be quite the nice thing to have happen with a thick thighed woman. He just tries to enjoy this for as long as it lasts.
After a half hour of zoning out she forgot entirely about her Slave between her legs. She then goes to itch her inner thigh and accidentally pokes his face. Emma jumps a bit and says, “ Holy shit Slave, I forgot you were down there! Well I guess it's time to get you ready for bed.” He thinks to himself, “Well that was nice while it lasted. And why the hell does my nose still smell strongly of shit?” She stands up, grabs the gag strap and pulls the leash for him to follow. His whole body hurts and all his muscles are screaming as he turns to follow. Her little shit nosed Slave trails close behind her. The fact that he keeps staring at her ass even after all of that is quite the mystery to him. Mason while staring thinks to himself, “Damn it even after all of that hell that ass put me through I’m still nearly drooling over it! Dumb fucking horny ass brain!”
As if on cue she stops in the doorway looking over her shoulder and says, “Alrighty Slave, I need you to retrieve the ball for your gag.” Looking at her ass and back at her a few times he says, “Mistress, I don’t know how I’m meant to get it out.” Emma pulls her thong to the side and says, “Well spread those cheeks you keep staring at so much nice and wide. Then put your mouth on my asshole and suck it out. This isn’t my first time doing this with somebody.” Blushing quite a bit he says, ‘Sorry Mistress, I don’t mean to stare.” Smiling quite a bit she says, “Slave, I don’t care in the slightest if you ogle over my ass. You spend quite a bit of time buried in it and you are about to suck a ball from it. It's kind of hard to not stare at it and besides, I love when people and slaves observe my thick ass! I believe my Slave has been given a task so, chop chop booty boy, get to it!”
Still blushing and disgusted he stares at her ass for a moment before spreading her cheeks. He thinks to himself, “At least she fucking waxes back here!” Leaving every last bit of his humanity behind him, he presses his open mouth to his Mistress’s asshole and starts sucking. Quite the awkward minute for him and quite an enjoyable minute for her. Each time he sucks it moves the ball around a little bit and a quiet moan escapes her mouth. He is so fucking conflicted in this moment. Hating what he is doing but her moaning is turning him on like crazy. And with one hard suck and a loud moan the ball shoots into Mason’s mouth. Falling backwards onto his back and he is hard as a rock. Just then the taste hits him, it tastes of every last one of her farts and quite a bit like shit.
Sweating, Emma turns her head and sees his raging hard on and laughing says, “Ah Slave, you got hard from sucking a ball from my asshole? You just gave me a wonderful idea for another day!” Mason crawls back to his hands and knees trying to hide his boner and says partly muffled by the ball, “Mistress, it was your moans that did it more than the… action did.” Smiling wide, she drops the gag strap in front of him and says, “Fair enough Slave, but that doesn’t change my future plans for you! Now pop the ball back into your gag, Slave.” He quickly spits out the ball into his hand and grabs the strap and gets to work. Trying his hardest to not look too closely at the ball and after a bit of fiddling he puts it back together. With great hesitation he pops it in his mouth and straps it back to his head, gagging the whole time. Patting him on the head a few times says, “Good boy, now follow me.”
Emma stands in front of her closet and grabs his cuffs and re-cuffs them behind his back. She walks off and grabs a belt from a drawer and picks up one of her running shoes and returns to him. Kneeling down she says, “Don’t move now, Slave. I would hate to end the day by kicking you in the balls.” Placing the shoe over his nose she then belts it tightly in place. She then unlocks the closet door and asks, “Are these cuffs too tight? I may be your Mistress but I don’t want your wrists all sore and bleeding.” He takes a deep sniff of her shoe and coughs for a moment then shakes his head. She smiles and says, “Well that's good! Good night Slave, and I’ll see you in the morning.” Emma gives him a hard push knocking him into the closet. She yawns and then locks the door behind him. She shuts and locks her bedroom door then walks over to the bed and falls into it. It doesn’t take long for her to fall asleep.
Her Slave on the other hand is not sleeping as easy. He fell hard but mostly painlessly into a pile of dirty clothes and is stuck sniffing her nasty running shoes she’s had for a couple years at least. Not to mention the fart soaked shit spotted ball gag forced against his tongue. His mouth was already coated in the taste of her farts so the gag is just the cherry on top. Putting it simply, Mason isn’t having a very good time. It takes him an hour of licking the ball just to dial back the favor and at the same time he is taking deep breaths to clear out some of the foot stink. One thought floats around his tired mind, “Socks damn it! Always pick the fucking socks!” After all of that he finally manages to pass out in a pile of dirty clothes in his Mistress’s closet.
DAY 3 - Conditioning Him
Mason lays sleeping with a ball gag in his mouth and one of her running shoes belted to his face. He wouldn’t be able to say if he was happy about his restful sleeping under these conditions. Slowly he begins to stir wake to the sounds of his Mistress moving around and getting ready for the day. Opening his eyes and looking past the shoe blocking a good chunk of his vision, he looks through the slats of the closet door. He sees her walk into her attached bathroom and shortly after hears the water begin to run. She is still only wearing the pink lace thong and he has given up trying to not stare. Watching her ass bounce and jiggle starts to turn him on even though he is fully aware of the damage it can and will cause. Without breaking eye to ass contact he watches her open up her top drawer and grab some things out that he can’t see. Emma then crouches down next to the closet door and places said items in her hands to the side out of his eye line and starts unlocking the door.
Popping the doors open she looks down and says excited, ”Alrighty Slave, pick a hand! Oh wait, let me remove my shoe. I'll be needing that shortly anyway.” Emma unhooks the belt and the shoe falls from his face letting him have a mostly fresh breath. There still has been a hint of shit that has managed to persist throughout the night much to his clueless disgust. With a happy smile she says, “Alright my little brownnoser, point that nose at one of my hands!” Emma reaches back out of his eye line and scrambles the two mystery options around then presents two closed fists. Looking them both over closely Mason can’t find any hint or differences between the two. With his mind hung up on the brownnoser comment, he points his nose at her right hand.
Emma frowns and says, “Damn it, fair enough slave.” She tosses the g-string in her left behind her and reveals the hot pink boy shorts style underwear in her right. Mason lets out a deep sigh and thinks, “I think I lucked out on that one! I have mixed feelings about the g-string.” Smiling at him she tosses his choice onto the bed and removes her thong while saying, “Alright Slave, hold these for me while I shower. Don’t be a dickhead and spit them out! Also don’t worry, I will wear the g-string tomorrow!” With a cheeky little wink she undoes the ball gag and shoves the warm thong in his mouth. Giving his masked forehead a kiss she says, ”Be a good boy for your Mistress. Don’t make me have to reset the healing of your balls.” Mason, muffled by the thong, says, “Yes Mistress, I will do as you asked.” He lets his head drop back into the pile of dirty clothes and keeps the thong in his un-taped mouth. With a nice smile she shuts and locks the door once again. With a long sigh he sucks her thong and watches her bare booty bounce toward the shower while thinking, “Well at least they aren’t all that dirty.” They will taste sour and of eggy farts but his mouth has been tasting like that all night. It acts more as a revival of flavor rather than something new.
He spends the next half an hour or so face down in what he now realizes is mostly panties and bras. Up till this point he has been in complete pitch black, unable to see anything. Mason doesn’t really react much past a defeated shrug while thinking, “Well at least they are somewhat comfortable.” Hearing the shower stop he lifts his face and has to shake his head for a moment to pop free a pair of panties that managed to slip a bit under his mask. Glad he was then only one to witness that, he watched her approach the closest only wearing his picked panties. Emma unlocks the closet and while looking through clothes says, “Are they still in your mouth, Slave?” Pointlessly he nods before quickly saying muffled, “Yes, Mistress.” Looking down she says with joy, “Good boy! Spit them onto the pile and kneel beside my bed.” Without a second thought he spits them out and begins to struggle for a while before climbing up and onto his knees. With an uncomfortable little waddle he kneels next to her bed and looks back to her.
Emma grabs two different pairs of shorts and asks, “Alright Slave, which one do you think would look better on your, Mistress?” In one hand she holds a pair of purple running shorts and in the other is a pair of black spandex shorts that are just a little longer than her underwear. With a deep sigh he honestly says, “Well Mistress, either one would look great but I think the spandex would hug your curves better.” The last shard of his humanity screams at him, “You fucking idiot, why in the hell did you say that shit? You just fucked yourself further!” The scream turns into whispers in the recesses of his mind as she says, “You definitely have a point there, thank you Slave.” Walking past him she rummages through a drawer and fishes out a pink pair of ankle socks. Without a word she sits down on his unprepared face causing him to nearly collapse. He places both of his cuffed hands flat on the ground, holding a majority of her weight. His face is completely buried all the way in and his ears are engulfed as well. Using her impromptu stool she starts casually putting on her socks. After a probably intentionally slow minute of putting on her socks she stands for a moment. Mason’s face is lifted alongside her for a couple seconds before he dislodges and falls back into place breathing hard.
He looks down and sees his slowly erecting dick and thinks, “Oh my unholy fuck! Am I being turned on by her sitting on my face now?! I have always been a ass man but come the fuck on!” Pulling the shorts up Emma looks at her rear and says, “What do you know! They do hug my curves pretty damn well! Good call, Slave.” She turns around and sees him now fully hard and says, “Quite the little slut aren’t you my Slave! Being turned on by your Mistress’s thick ass? Well I can’t say I blame you.” Walking back to the dresser she grabs out a pink bra and returns to sitting on her stool. Mason is in a very confused state. He finds this extremely arousing but he hates that he likes this. Mason wants nothing but to hate this entire experience but her ass is just too damn thick and perfect. Trying his hardest to hold onto the ‘fuck this bitch’ mentality but its getting harder by the second. Taking her sweet time, she scoops up each breast with the cups and begins fiddling with the clasp and says, “Don’t try to fight it, Slave. We both know you love this juicy ass! You will soon love all it provides as well in time.” He hears her muffled words from deep between her cheeks and freezes while thinking, “What the hell does she mean by that? I will love all it provides?! I don’t like the sound of that, not one little bit!” After spending a minute on a task that should only take a handful of seconds, she rises off his face once more.
With the sounds of his heavy breathing in the background she grabs a simple white shirt and puts it on. Grabbing the cuff key from around her neck, she unlocks his cuffs and says, “Remove your mask and collar then lay on the floor face up.” While keeping eye contact with her he grasps the zipper at the base of his skull and pulls it upward. The mask then falls from his sweaty face and he then removes the collar. Setting both on the corner of her bed he lays on the floor face up. Emma stands over his head, faceing his body and says, “This is a little treat for being a good boy yesterday afternoon and as well as not spitting out my thong earlier.” She then sits down on his face and makes sure to leave his nose free enough to sniff. Wiggling her ass she says, “All you have to do is lay still and say “Thank you Mistress” while deeply sniffing my ass. Do you understand, Slave?” Mason nervously says, “Yes, Mistress. Thank you Mistress.” Emma wiggles her ass once more and says, “Alright you keep saying that and close your eyes as well. If they open even once, this will turn into a few time outs back to back. The only thing I want to hear is sniffing and that one phrase and nothing else.” With a deep sniff he closes his eyes and says, “Thank you Mistress. I understand, Mistress.” While remaining seated Emma reaches over and grabs her phone off her dresser and begins recording.
Mason, being helplessly turned on, takes another deep breath and says, “Thank you, Mistress.” once more. Now that she has showered and isn’t farting down his throat, he finds this quite nice. The feeling of her thick ass molding to his face while she is seated is nice under these circumstances. Still doesn’t like the fact that he is his stepmother’s Slave but at least this moment is relatively enjoyable. Taking another deep breath he says, “Thank you, Mistress.” Right when the last word leaves his mouth he feels her grasp his dick in her hand. Staying perfectly still he sniffs once more and says, “Thank you, Mistress?” The next few seconds pass by as if they were in slow motion before he feels her spit drip down, coating his raging hard on.
Much to his surprise she starts slowly pumping her hand up and down causing him to moan out, “Thank you, Mistress!” Greedily sniffing her ass in hopes that she continues jerking him off. The fact that the ass he is sniffing and the hand around his cock belonging to his once stepmother never crosses his horny mind. Taking a few deep sniffs he says, “Thank you, Mistress.” In turn he feels her slowly starting to speed up her pace, much to his satisfaction and enjoyment. The ass he is buried in then lets out a loud short fart and Mason, without flinching or reacting sniffs it up and says, “Thank you, Mistress!” His brain is far too fixated on her masterfully working his shaft to even notice the fart he greedily sucked in. Just then she removes her hand and his nose is buried a bit deeper and she says, “Does someone want another fart?” He feels her give his dick a few pokes as she speaks and without thinking he rapidly nods into her cheeks. Feeling her hand around his dick once more she asks, “Are you sure? You want my nasty farts to sniff up?” Mason violently nods his head deep between her cheeks while sniffing hard. Feeling more warm spit on his cock once more and right as her hand starts to work again, she lets out a five second fart. He rapidly and greedily sniffs it all up and says, “Thank you, Mistress!” At the finish of his words he feels her pace pick back up fast.
His legs are shaking from the immense pleasure coursing through his body and he moans out, “Thank…you,...Mistress!” Feeling her full weight being applied, his nose is rammed deep into her crack and he just keeps sniffing as hard as he can. His nose feels her asshole open and lets out another five second blast that he quickly huffs down. As soon as he is finished consuming it he nearly screams, “Thank you, Mistress!” Right as he feels himself begin to cross the point of no return she drops a seven second nasty monster. Mason sucks every last bit of it down and then begins to spew rope after rope into the air while saying, “Thank you, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.” After the last word leaves his mouth she sits her full weight onto his mouth and says, “What a nasty boy! Begging his own stepmother to sit and fart on his face while jerking him off as a birthday gift! He practically forced me to do this by guilt tripping me constantly! You sick little fucker, I hope you enjoyed your twisted birthday gift!” Just then Mason realizes what she must have been doing and tries to rebuke her twisted story but his mouth is smashed shut into her crotch. All that can be heard from him is light muffled mumbles beneath her that don’t help him in the slightest. If anything it may have fed into her little story that she just bullshited out. Unable to do anything constructive to help his image, he just lays there as his last few globs launch out of him, serving to only screw him further.
Emma stands up from her award winning performance and his lodged face travels with her until she stands fully. Mason falls back down hard on his ass and just stares up in disbelief. Looking down at her cum covered Slave with an evil grin she shows her phone screen and says, “That was a treat for being good but also doubles as blackmail for if you ever try to escape. Even if they don’t believe my little story, they can’t doubt your hard sniffs and begging. You would be known as the sick little fucker that begged and pleaded for his own stepmother to straddle his face and fart into his sniffing nose all while being jerked off! The best part will be that I’ll send the full video from your phone!” Mason just stares up at her awe struck by the picture she has painted. The more he thinks about it the worse it gets. He was begging for her farts, huffing them down, and begging for her to keep jerking him off. Even if he managed some damage control, he would still look like a pervy little fucker no matter what.
Emma taps on her phone for a bit and then says, “Also it's in the cloud behind a couple passwords so there is no hope of it being deleted. So now be a good little Slave and clean this mess up before I return from my run or that previous friend of yours will get quite the little present!” Walking to her bedroom door she says, “I want that pink thong in your mouth right now and until I get back! After you clean my floor and shower, I want your mask covered head locked inside that smotherbox. Fail to do any of that before my return and your day will only get worse.” Emma pops her phone into her waistband and walks off to wash her hands. Mason is feeling several emotions at the moment and none of them are enjoyable. He slowly stands up from the center of his pleasure explosion and waddles over to her thong and with little hesitation he shoves it in his mouth. The flavor goes unnoticed as his brain is racing to find out how to climb out of this hole he just helped to dig deeper. Quickly reaching the obvious conclusion that he is just totally trapped and quite fucked. He then slowly and stiffly stumbles out of the room and sees his Mistress passing him by. Opening his mouth to reveal her dirty thong, she smiles and pops in her earbuds then walks out the front door.
After cleaning his cum from his chest and lower body he rolls the carpet cleaner into her room. In an attempt to win some brownie points, he cleans her entire floor and it takes him roughly a half hour to complete. Mason grabs his mask and walks off to the upstairs shower. Tossing the mask onto the bathroom vanity and stares into the mirror for a moment. After a few seconds he discovers why she called him a ‘brownnoser’ then says through the thong, “Have I had her shit on the tip of my damn nose all night long?! Just the icing on the cake that is my fucked life!” Grabbing a wet wipe, he quickly scrubs her shit from his nose. She just keeps adding to the list of things he never thought he would be doing, especially with his stepmother. He quickly takes a ten minute shower and after drying himself off he reluctantly zips the mask back onto his face. He grabs a wet wipe and walks back into her room. Mumbling to himself he says muffled, “If I am going to be stuck in this fucking thing, it may as well be clean!” He spends a few minutes wiping down the top and insides of the box. Tossing the wipe into her bathroom trash-can he hears the front door knob begin turning. Her bedroom is quite close to the front door so he quickly throws open the top and stuffs his head into the cramped interior. He quickly yet quietly shuts the lid and grabs the padlock and snaps it closed.
Mason hears the rumble of thunder and realizes her run must have been forcibly cut short. Mother nature must be conspiring against him for nearly screwing over his alrighty doomed self. Emma walks into her room and sees her floor completely cleaned up and her Slave’s head poking out from the box. She straddles his chest with her sweaty legs and then takes a seat and seductively says, “Ah aren’t you just the best little Slave? I kept an eye on you with the couple of cameras I set up and you did a great job!” Placing her forearms on the cushion and looking down at him says, “Cleaned my whole floor and wiped down your box! Is someone trying to earn another treat? Open wide.” Mason blushing a bit at her comment, opens his mouth and she plops the wet thong to the side. Leaning in closer, letting a few stray hairs tickle his face and she says in an even more seductive tone, “You keep being a good boy for the rest of the day and I’ll give you another treat before bedtime. That means doing all I say without questioning, bitching, or begging for otherwise. If I ask you anything you better do it to the best of your ability or no treat. Do we understand each other, Slave?” Mason is hard as a rock and is as red as a stop sign. Sweating quite a bit while looking into her admittedly pretty eyes he chokes out, “ Umm yes, Mistress. I understand you loud and clear. I will do all you ask to the best of my ability, Mistress.” She gives him a warm sweet smile and then lightly grabs his jaw and says, “And I hope you keep to that my, Slave.” Emma then plants a five second long kiss on his lips and gives the head of his dick the same. Walking out of the room she leaves him in a of horny filled haze. He barely is able to utter, “Thank you, Mistress.” Emma smiles to herself and walks into the kitchen.
She spends the next half hour making some grilled cheese sandwiches with some tomato soup. Emma walks back into her room and laughs quietly at the sight of his still hard dick and returns to straddling his chest. Replacing her arms on the cushion while she hangs her face inches above his and she seductively asks, “If I let you out of the box to eat will you be good for me?” Mason, solely thinking with this lower head says, “Yes my Mistress, I will be good for you.” Planting a quick kiss on his lips, she says, “Good boy!” Standing up and out of view she retrieves a necklace with a key attached to it. Returning to his chest she slowly unlocks his head and stands up after a few moments of looking into his desperate eyes. Placing the key around her neck she pats her hip and says, “Well come on Slave.” His horniness clears up for a few seconds and he feels like a dog being summoned. As soon as she turns to leave he sees her booty bounce a few times and that returns him back into his horny haze. Mason launches out of the box and quickly crawls after her, very much like the dog he felt like seconds before.
Mason spends a majority of his lunch trying to convince his dick to chill out to mixed results. During the twenty some odd minutes of eating he manages to reason with it enough to soften it toward the end. Emma then says, “Alright Slave, you get yourself locked in fully as you can and I'll be in there in a bit. Make sure to shut the door behind you, Slave.” She grabs up the empty plates and starts loading up the dish washer and Mason starts crawling off to her room. He lays down into position and starts strapping his legs then locks them in place. Placing his head back into the box he then closes the lid and snaps the lock shut once again. Still hates the idea of being in the box but his brains are focused on the future treat to think too much about it. He places his arms near the shackles while waiting for his Mistress’s return.
(For some context for the next paragraph, today is Wednesday.)
Emma meanwhile is cleaning up the kitchen table with a washcloth. After a few moments she moves on to cleaning the countertops and then her phone begins to ring. Removing it from her waist band, she smiles seeing who it is. Pressing accept, Emma hops up and sits on the counter and says, “Oh hey Sam, what's up?” “Hey Emma, I was just checking to see if we are still on for Friday,” Sam asked nervously. “Definitely still on! You can bring a mask for yourself if you wish but he won’t speak a word of it!” Emma said with excitement. “That sounds good! Should I shower before? What should I wear? I am really anxious,” Sam questions nervously. “You can shower if you want to but it’s entirely up to you. Wear something normal on the way here but if I were you I’d pack something sluty to change into. Don’t be so nervous, everything will go great and you’ll have a lot of fun!” Emma said with excitement. “I haven’t ever done anything like this before. I don’t even know how to be a dominant person! Also who is this guy?” Sam asked, slightly calmer. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I have been doing this since I was nineteen! I am quite the expert and it is pretty easy to learn I promise. He is just some pervy guy I found on a site I used to frequent before I got married. I’ll send you a link if you are still interested after using mine. He will be wearing a mask the whole time and “Slave” is the only name he answers to. Make sure to bring your dirtiest pair of panties as well!” “Thank you Emma! Being a school teacher, I thought I’d be the one teaching things! I never thought I’d be the student again and especially for this sort of thing!” Sam says giggling. They both start laughing for a little while. “I’ll have to test the waters on your guy before I even think about diving deeper. I think I have a pair or two somewhere in the bottom of my gym bag! I will see you Friday, Bye Emma!” Sam said excitedly. Emma says equally excited, “Bye Sam and I’ll see you then!” Lifting herself off the counter Emma hears a moist sticky sound, like someone is removing a sticker from its paper. She turns and sees a large sweat silhouette coating where she sat. While wiping it away she says, “Oops, got to make sure I save some for my Slave!”
Mason spends the next hour staring at the ceiling just waiting for his Mistress’s arrival. He is listening to the sounds of the rain battering the nearby window as well as the thunder booming every once in a while. It is quite unsettling how he can feel the vibrations of thunder on the entirety of his head. Mason thought he heard her phone ring earlier and bits of her end of the conversation. The way the inside of the box forms to his head blocks out the words and turns them to distant mumbling. Whatever it was about, she seemed to be excited about it. He heard her laughing quite hard for a minute or so and then the conversation ended shortly after. He lays there thinking, “In no way shape or form is this a ‘bit’. Mistress…fuck me now I am saying it my head now too?! This woman is fucking with my damn mind! All I can think about is her ass bouncing and her jerking me off!” He feels his dick begin to harden at the thoughts, much to his disgust at what he is becoming.
So the hour passes by relatively calmly and peacefully, aside from the fact that he is immobile and will be forced to sniff a sweaty ass in the near future. He is far calmer about his predicament than before because that handjob was amazing and he really wants another. The farts he had to suck down weren’t nice but it didn’t bother him due to the insane pleasure he was feeling. The clashing thoughts and emotion are interrupted by his Mistress opening the door. Mason finds himself getting excited at her approach and then he screams in his head, “Dear unholy fuck! Now I’m getting excited at the sight of her! This woman is living rent free in my mind and I am trying so damn hard to hate it!” Emma seeing his dick hardening at her entrance says, “Quite the horny little Slave aren’t you? You should be happy when your Mistress enters the room.” She steps right over the box to give him a better brief view. The spandex shorts are digging deep between her cheeks and as much as he hates himself he fucking loved that. Searching for the TV remote she says, “Now remember Slave, your treat gets taken away if you what?” Mason clears his throat and says, “Mistress, If I don’t do as I’m told, I bitch about doing something, or begging for otherwise.” Looking under her bed she says, ”Ah there is that little bastard! Quite correct Slave! One fuck up and no treat!” He feels his stomach flip at her last statement. He then says, “Yes Mistress, I understand.”
Emma stands over the box while flipping through channels trying to find something to watch and says, “Slave, are you enjoying the view?” Mason’s eyes have been glued to it since she stood over him and said without thinking, “Yes Mistress, it's a wonderful view!” The second the last two words left his mouth he thought mocking himself, “Oh it's a wonderful view! Fucking dumbass, make sure to say it even quicker next time as well!” She smiles while channel surfing and wiggles her ass a bit much to his mixed enjoyment. “Finally something Halloween themed and it's a marathon!” Emma says while tugging her shorts downward. She steps out of them and tosses them to the side with a wet heavy splat. The sight above him both scares him and arouses him further. Her hot pink boy shorts have turned into more of a red color, leaving none of the pink behind. Her wedgie is deep and leaves nothing about her ass to the imagination. Looking down at him with a smile, she shifts her weight to her right hip and says, “Like what you see, Slave?” Again with little real thought he says, “Yup Mistress, your ass is quite nice.” His remaining self respect says to him, “You are one dumb motherfucker! Now I bet you’re thinking about that too aren’t you?” Emma then fakes a gasp and says, “I bet you want this ‘nice ass’ on your face now don’t you?” Sweating and with his self respect giving up he says, “Yes Mistress!” With one last sigh from his self respect on the way out he then says, “Mistress, I want you to sit on my face please.” Emma then laughs while dropping her ass and thinks, “Finally breaking the dumbass’s mental fortitude! Didn’t think it would start slipping this soon.”
Her ass impacts hard and sounds like one heavy solid slap. His nose rockets straight to her crack and the tip pushes inside. He quietly groans in pain from the impact of her ass. He hasn’t up to this point felt like just a piece of furniture but at this moment he does quite a bit. Mason then after a few seconds of pain he starts sniffing her asshole hard. He then feels his Mistress grab one of his arms and shackle it in place and then the other. She then says, “Only breathe through your nose, Slave. You use your mouth even once and it gets filled with the dirtiest panties I can find. Understand your Mistress?” He takes another sweaty sniff and says muffled, “Yes Mistress, I understand.” She gives her ass a wiggle on the seat, in turn his nose drives a little deeper inside her. After ten minutes of sniffing his dick begins to soften and droop. Emma notices this and starts rubbing it with her bare foot making it grow back quickly and getting a deep sniff from her Slave. Once he returns to full mast she stops rubbing all together, earning a whimper from her seat. “That one's free this time but remember Slave, no bitching or complaining,” Emma said with a smile. Mason quickly nods into her ass and says muffled, “Thank you, Mistress. I am sorry Mistress!” She pats his extremely sweaty forehead and says, “That's okay Slave, I forgive your mistake but just this once.” He takes another deep sniff and nods his head saying, “Thank you Mistress.”
Emma spends the next few hours doing this aggravating little game. Every ten or so minutes she rubs his dick back to life and he takes a deep sniff from the touch. Shortly after he fully hardens again she stops, much to his inner rage at her evil little game. Toward the last hour she only needs to do it every twenty minutes much to her excitement as she thinks, “Ah his dick is starting to catch on! Good dumb dick!” With each rub he gets excited and hopes it will last a little longer just to have his hope dashed against the rocks every time. The tip of his dick is dripping with precum much to Emma’s enjoyment.
Without saying a word to him she moves on to phase two of her little game. Waiting for him to grow soft and once he does she lets out a fart right as he goes to sniff. Mason tries his absolute hardest to just sniff it down without reacting. Right as he is about to start coughing he feels her foot return to rubbing him. Taking a deep breath of the remaining eggy fart he begins to get involuntarily hard once again. She starts smiling at the sight and stops rubbing. Mason then starts to think, “What is she trying to do to me? I don’t know for sure but I sure as hell don’t like it.” After about fifteen minutes begins to droop once more and Emma smiles then forces out a meaty fart and starts rubbing him. Sniffing hard from the rubbing, the fart at first was horrible but as she rubs it isn’t as bad or it's just his brain getting distracted. Once again when he is fully hard she stops and wiggles her ass and says, “You are being a good slave so far! Just keep going and you’ll earn your treat I promise!” Groaning internally he says, “Yes Mistress and thank you.” Looking back at his bloodshot aggravated eyes she smiles and giggles a bit to herself.
After two hours of this cycle he stays hard for longer after each fart he sniffs in. Emma has to hide her excitement at this revelation and then she waits for him to droop once more for a test. For thirty annoying minutes for Mason he remains hard before his dick starts to soften once more. Foot nowhere near his dick she lets a six second nasty fart rip into his nose. He sniffs in some of the fart and he begins to get extremely scared. Emma smiles and does a little dance on her seat as his dick begins to rise fueled by only her gas. She then reinforces it with a few rubs while farting once more. With pure horny greed he quickly sniffs it all down and just as he does she stops rubbing. After a couple of minutes the horny haze clears and he thinks, “Is she training my dick to get hard from her farts?! Think of anything else for the love of everything good and holy!” Looking back at him, she smiles wide at the worry in his eyes and thinks, “I think he is beginning to realize my little game! I love it when they try to fight the feeling just to fall prey to my touch! This is going to be so much fun!”
For the next hour he stays hard the whole time. Every ten minutes she lets out a fart and a few minutes later rubs his dick a few times. She does this for the entire hour and each time she farts his nose sucks it in quickly and his dick throbs. After each fart she can’t help but to look down at his eyes and see his confused and conflicting emotions. With each one she releases he gets less and less conflicted and just more horny. At the three hour mark she lets out another fart and he moans loudly and almost cums without her touch. Smiling ear to ear she looks into his eyes and says, “Slave normally this takes longer to get to this point. I am impressed and kind of disappointed. Normally this takes a few days to get this response and I love every moment of their torment!” Emma gives the head of his dick a light grab with her toes and says, “Well I am glad you are taking to my farts this much! Don’t worry Slave, you will learn to love my farts and beg me for more. From now on if you beg hard enough for me to sit on your face I just might. While I am seated, if you beg hard enough you will be allowed to cum. From this point forward you will only cum with your face buried in my crack while huffing down my fumes. If you ever cum without my permission or my ass planted to your face feeding you farts, you will earn yourself a cockcage! As well as one month of not cumming! Do you understand what you have been told, Slave?” Taking a few moments to take in the information he then slowly nods and says, “Yes Mistress, I understand.” With an evil grin she asks, “When are you allowed to cum?” Mason takes a deep long sniff and says, “Mistress, I am only allowed to cum if…you're sitting on my face after begging for it. Then further begging for…you to fart into my nose then I am allowed to cum but only then.”
She stands up with a loud wet squelch and says, “You are quite right, Slave!” Grabbing the band of her panties, she begins to tug. With a good amount of effort she yanks the wedgie from her ass and the force of her panties dislodging shoots a familiar mist overtop her Slave. Mason mostly has been having mixed feelings about his experiences but he found that quite gross. Emma dramatically bends over and slowly pulls them down and around her ankles. Sweat from her cheeks drips down and adds to the thick layer of sweat coating his face. Emma says while stepping out of the soaked panties, “Slave, you're getting quite close to the finish line now and you have just one last task to perform.” She drops the panties at the side of the smother box and says, “Open up, nice and wide! Don’t worry Slave, I won’t be shitting down your throat or at least not today.” Emma laughs at her scary and quite nasty joke or Mason really hopes it's a joke. He slowly opens his mouth and she begins to sit down on his spread lips and creates a sweat seal between the two. Looking over her at his eyes she says, “Lick my asshole clean, Slave. Start with a rimjob and I’ll tell you when to dive in.” Emma rubs his dick a few times causing his tongue to rocket out and get to work. Not much to his surprise it tastes exactly how it smells. The first few licks he was in horny land so the taste didn’t phase him at all. Right as she removes her foot the taste hits him like a ton of bricks. It's sour, eggy, sweaty, and with a light hint of shit. He closes his eyes and thinks only of his future treat and starts rapidly licking everywhere his tongue can reach.
“Eh, we are going to have to work on your rimming skills in the future,” Emma said with disappointment. Mason just keeps rapidly licking everything he can, trying to deaden the flavor as fast as possible. After about ten minutes of random licking Emma says a little aggravated, “Slave, lick around my ring and over it! Stop with the random shotgun blasting crap you are doing.” Scared for the sake of his treat he starts licking around her ring as she said. Emma then grabs his dick with both her feet and gives it a few strokes to keep it alive. This gets a moan from her Slave and he starts swirling circles around her ring. She then says, “Now that is much better, Slave. Keep doing that until I say otherwise.” He nods his head and does as she commands. Starting to enjoy this Mason’s dick just remains at full mast without her touch.
After ten more minutes of him working his tongue around her ring endlessly she says, “Alright Slave, fuck my asshole with that tongue!” She plays with his dick with her foot a bit and this fuels him to push it inside immediately. The taste is the same as before but is amplified quite a bit. He is fighting off gags as he slams his tongue deeper inside. A moan escapes Emma’s lips every once in a while which only serves to keep his dick hard and his pace up. Emma scoots back a little and applies more pressure. The extra weight and the new angle sucks his tongue in deeper much to her pleasure. She starts fingering herself while bouncing on his face. Her Slave on the other hand is having his tongue nearly painfully pulled and having his face be smacked over and over with her ass. All he can do is wiggle his tongue a bit while fighting the suction that is threatening to rip his tongue off. His dick remains hard as her moans begin to climb and climb over the next five minutes.
Without warning Emma quickly stands up, yanking his tongue from her insides with a loud painful pop. She flips around nearly out of breath and says, “Get that tongue back inside now!” Dropping her ass down on his mouth and pussy on his nose she starts grinding. Doing as he was told Mason slips his tongue back inside and the suction grabs back ahold of it once again. He keeps wiggling his tongue around faster hoping she climaxes before he runs out of air. Having flashbacks to a couple days ago he painfully shoves more of his tongue inside her gaining a loud moan. Each time his nose plunges deeper into her pussy his tongue is pulled hard before being rammed deep once more. Looking between her thighs, after about two minutes she throws her head back and climaxes. Emma slams her ass down harder than before and just barely freeing his nose but further damning his tongue. He is able to suck in one breath before his face begins to be coated in her juices. She sits like this for a minute slowly rocking on his face before releasing his tongue with a wet pop. Emma, breathing hard, reaches around her neck and says, “I am going to unlock your right hand. Keep yourself hard but don’t you fucking dare cum! If I return and see that you have, you will be swallowing shit tonight!” Mason nods and says with a numb tongue, “Yes Mistress, I understand!” His free hand quickly grabs his cock and lightly strokes it, not wanting a stomach full of shit.
Emma stands up and walks over to the closet and grabs a couple pairs of dirty panties. She walks back over kicking his arm away from his dick as she straddles his chest. Placing a white pair on his face she begins rubbing it all over cleaning up her juices. He just closes his eyes and tries to not sniff too much. He can tell these panties have been worn for at least a few days and has spent a long time in her closet. After a couple of minutes of Emma mostly just rubbing his nose with them for her own enjoyment, she throws the pair back into the closet. Remaining on his chest she says, “Alright take this pair and when you do cum do it into these. No cum on the floor this time around, got it?” Recovering from the ‘cleaning’ he had just received he nods and says, “Yes Mistress.” She unlocks him fully and then points where he laid earlier and says, “Lay down right there Slave.”
Excitedly he lays down far quicker than he would have hoped and looks up at her. Emma just stands above him and says, “You forget how this works? Start begging, dumbass!” He swallows hard and sheepishly asks, “Mistress, can you please sit on my face?” She just looks down at him with pure disappointment and says, “Really, that's all you got? I have been edging you for hours and that's your so-called begging? If that's all you got then just get back into the box!” Mason’s eyes fill with fear and he says, “Please Mistress! I am sorry for that terrible begging! Please put those big beautiful cheeks on my face! Mistress, please sit on my face!” She steps over him and grabs the pink thong from earlier and says, “Now thats a fuck ton better! I also appreciate the compliment!” She slips into the thong and says, “I don’t want that tongue of yours touching my pussy! You don’t and will never deserve it.”
Emma stands over him and says, “What did you want again?” He quickly begs, “Mistress, please sit on my face. I want to be buried…” He gets cut off by her ass swallowing his face and she says, “Oh I remember now, you wanted your Mistress’s ‘big beautiful cheeks’ on your face!” His dick begins throbbing but she doesn’t touch it at all and just sits on his face. It takes his horny brain a minute to process what is happening before he says muffled, “Mistress can you…please fart in my nose?” Knowing that begging was terrible, he quickly murders his self respect fully and yells, “Mistress, can you please fart into my nose! Please, I need your gas inside my lungs!” Emma smiles at his correction and pats his chest and says, “Good boy! Of course I will fart into your nose since you asked so nicely!” She then says, “Hold my thong to the side, Slave!” Using his left hand he slips his fingers between her sweaty cheeks and pulls the thong from her crack and holds it in his hand. As soon as he grabbed the thong she dropped her asshole right onto his nose letting it slide inside. It fully goes inside easily, do to the spit from the previous tongue fucking acting as an lubricant. The second his nose goes in she blasts him with an extremely wet eggy fart. His dick hardens even more and he involuntarily wiggles around a bit. Tightly gripping the dirty black panties he is waiting for even the slightest touch knowing he is ready to burst at any moment. Emma, fully aware of his plight, lets another eggy fart loose, and he quickly sucks down. He is dripping with precum and is throbbing hard as hell. Mason is fighting himself so hard to not jerk himself off, knowing that would be a horrible idea.
Emma wiggles her ass back and forth hard and says, “Beg be again and tell me exactly what you want!” Mason quickly screams into her ass, “Mistress please fart into my nose so I can cum! Please Mistress, I need it so badly!” She smiles and lets a ten second monster loose and it is funneled into his nose. Mason grabs her ass while holding the thong and huffs the whole fart down and to his horror he feels himself crossing the threshold. Emma goes to jerk him off as she hears him sniff it all down but Mason quickly grabs the head of his dick. She is about to yell at him thinking he is jerking himself off but she hears him scream into her ass and begin thrusting. Emma, laughing hard, retracts her hand and remains seated as he screams into her cheeks. Mason is completely disgusted with himself as he cums from only sniffing her farts with her never even touching him. The worst part about it is that he is cumming just as hard as he was earlier. Emma spends the next minute laughing as his screams turn to quiet moans under her ass and she says, “Slave, I am so fucking proud of you! I wasn’t expecting that to happen for a long time! You came solely from sniffing my farts!” She starts laughing again for a few moments and says, “The best part about it is that I was reaching to jerk you off!” Mason is running out of air now but he is more focused on her laughing and how twisted that orgasm truly was.
Emma stands up and his face travels before it dislodges with his nose making a loud wet pop. His left hand just falls limply to the floor and he stares at her ass while taking deep breaths. She begins to walk away and Mason sadly says, “Thank you Mistress.” She turns and says, “Not a problem Slave! Anytime you want some more just beg and it's yours!” Emma walks into the bathroom and pops her head back around the corner and says, “Clean yourself up and toss those panties back on the pile. Then shove the ones I wore today in your mouth and lock yourself back in the box. I am going to take a shower.” Mason slowly and full of shame, cleans himself up. He crawls over and drops the cum covered panties on the pile and then crawls back to the box. Grabbing her pink boyshorts he shoves them in his mouth with little thought. They completely fill his mouth up and start releasing sweat. He sighs quietly to himself and straps his legs into place then lays his head inside the juice filled box with a squeak. Slowly shutting the lid he just stares blankly at the ceiling and snaps the lock shut. With a bit of sweaty panties sticking out of his mouth Mason just can’t stop thinking about how good that orgasm was. The whole day he was looking forward to her jerking him off, not purely cumming to her nasty farts. His Mistress casually sings in the shower as he is having a mental crysis. His body feels extremely heavy and exhausted, he begins to start falling asleep. Mason just embraces it so he won’t have to think anymore about recent events.
DAY 4 – Harnessed In
Mason’s dreams are once again invaded by his Mistress’s big bouncy ass. His Mistress straddled his face between her sweaty cheeks and her hand wrapped around his dick working it perfectly. She leans forward and just as her mouth goes to engulf it he wakes. Mason is quickly thrust back into reality and his dick is hard as a rock with pre-cum dripping from it. His mouth is still filled with his Mistress’s dirty panties but nearly all of the flavor is gone, leaving only a hint behind. He realizes he must have been sucking on them in his sleep for the whole night. They are soaked through completely with his spit. Mason wants to hate being turned on by her ass let alone her farts but it is slowly turning into a background thought. The longer he lays in the box he begins craving his Mistress’s ass on his face. He remains turned on at the thought of his face parting her jiggly cheeks.
After maybe an hour of staring at the ceiling and thinking only of her ass, he hears the door unlock. His dick throbs at the sight of her wearing only a bra and the black g-string. Emma straddles his chest and pulls the nearly cleaned panties from his mouth. Giving them a sniff she says, “Damn Slave, someone loves his Mistress’s panties! I think you are going to really enjoy what I have in store for you today, Slave!” Looking quite excited Emma stands up, turning around and planting her ass on his face. She shifts around a bit and says, “Kiss my asshole while I talk to you, Slave.” Without hesitation he starts kissing her crack like it's a person's lips. She softly sighs and says, “If I unlock you from your box will you be good for your Mistress?” In between kisses he mumbles out, “Yes Mistress, I will be good for you I promise.” Emma remains seated for a little while and enjoys the worship. Her Slave then asks, “Mistress, can you fart in my nose and jerk me off? Please Mistress, I have been craving your touch all night and since I woke up.” Looking over her shoulder at his pleading eyes she says, “Slave, not today. Your begging was quite good, so just know that's not why I said no. One last big kiss.” Mason, quite disappointed, deeply kisses her crack, nearly cumming in the process. She unlocks and unstraps him from the box and says, “Come on Slave, follow your Mistress.” Lifting himself from the box quickly, Mason says, “Yes Mistress.” He quickly crawls behind her, less than a foot away and watches her ass closely as she leads him into the kitchen.
Emma stops in front of his seat and says, “This morning you will eat my ass while I eat my breakfast. After I finish you can eat yours.” She pulls out her chair slightly and he quickly crawls under and places his head on the cushion. Standing over him she pulls the g-string to the side and has a seat. As she is sitting he sticks his tongue straight out letting it enter her asshole. She lightly wiggles her hips and pats him on the head as she starts eating. Now that she has showered it doesn’t taste all that bad. It still tastes like an asshole but nothing like yesterday. His dick is throbbing like crazy and he is barely fighting off the urge to cum. Her occasional moan sure as hell isn’t helping him out in the slightest. He keeps having to leave his lodged tongue in place as he takes deep breaths to not explode all over the tile. Emma doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest. After a very intense twenty minutes she stands up and his tongue slips out with a slimy pop. He remains in place panting and looking up at his Mistress waiting for permission. Letting the g-string snap back into place she says, “That was a very good Slave! Go ahead and eat your food.” He was so focused on her ass that he didn’t even look at the food once. Mason crawls over and sits in the chair and starts eating. It is a few slices of ham, scrambled eggs, and a glass of milk. Emma kisses the top of his mask and says, “After you are finished eating, take a shower and then wait outside the bathroom door.” Her Slave nods and says, “Yes Mistress, the food is quite nice.” Emma walks towards her room and says, “Thank you Slave.”
Mason spends the next ten minutes quickly eating his food and chugging the milk. Not because he felt like he needed to be quick, rather he is drained from yesterday's events. He has never cum that hard before in his entire life and he did it twice and his body is feeling it. Mason puts the dishes away and crawls off to take his shower. He stands up in the bathroom and slowly unzips his mask. As Mason goes to remove the mask it holds perfectly in place. Pulling hard on the zipper flaps, Mason winces in pain as it feels like he is removing duct tape from his face. It even sounds a lot like tape being removed as well. His Mistress’s juices mixed with their sweat has formed a sort of glue that slipped between his face and mask. Mason washes his mask alongside the rest of his body. Each time he tries to wash even around near his dick it throbs hard, threatening to burst at the slightest touch. He ends up having to take a much longer shower due to the constant breaks to soothe his raging hard on. Mason steps out of the shower and dries off his mask and the majority of his body. Not wanting to risk it, Mason just lets his crotch air dry.
Opening the bathroom door Mason is greeted with his Mistress’s rear waiting for him. Emma looks over her shoulder and points at the ground and says, “Unwrap that condom and attach it to the head of your dick. Then wrap that rubber band around it to hold it in place.” Mason nods and says, “Yes Mistress, but it may take me a minute. I have been nearly cumming for the last half hour.” She smiles and says, “That's fine Slave, take your time and do it right.” Unwrapping and unraveling the condom fully Mason places the lip of it over the head of his dick. He closes his eyes for a minute before binding it in place with the rubber band.
Emma then says, “Good Slave, now spread my cheeks and place your nose against my asshole. I’ll explain everything in a moment.” Crawling closer and between her thighs, Mason spreads her cheeks and lodges his nose against her barely covered asshole. He lets go of her cheeks and with a quiet thump, Mason is sealed ears deep in his Mistress’s rear. Emma steps into something and says, “Alright Slave, today is going to be a bit special. I am going to strap your head between my cheeks with this smother harness.” He then feels something cradle the back of his head. He can feel her pulling different straps and he is slowly centered on her crack and is held in place. Suddenly he feels the straps pulled hard and the pad cradling his head tightens, plunging him deeper between her cheeks, completely blocking his vision and smashing his mouth shut. He then hears the muffled voice of his Mistress ask, “Slave, can you still sniff down there?” Mason staring into the inky black void of her ass, he takes a deep sniff. It is a little harder than usual but is still manageable. He tries to nod his head but it doesn’t budge, not even in the slightest. Mason gives her a thumbs up and feels this dick throb, on the edge of bursting, her cheeks in his face isn’t doing him any favors.
Emma then nicely says, “Okay that's good. Now here's how this is going to work, Slave. You are allowed to cum at any time as long as you are strapped in with the harness. It also must happen without you touching yourself. Here's the catch, for each time you cum, tomorrow you will get a mystery punishment for each time. Once you do begin to cum you must tap my inner thigh three times. If you try to hide the fact that you are cumming, I will punish you severely with no remorse. I will place a metal ring gag in your mouth and seal your mouth to my asshole tight with the harness. You will then be force fed my shit for the remainder of the day and into the night. If you then refuse to swallow I will give you five time outs back to back and then give you another chance to swallow. If you still refuse I will repeat the cycle until you swallow everything I give you and thank me for the meal. Do you understand what you have been told, Slave?”
For the entire speech she was talking in a sweet polite tone, only adding to the terror. Mason is mortified to his very core and is visibly shaking, he raises a sweaty hand into the form of a thumbs up. Emma then starts walking at her normal pace pulling Mason quickly along behind her. He is rapidly crawling on his hands and knees trying to match his Mistress’s speed. The worst part about the last few terror filled minutes is that fact he remained rock hard and throbbing the entire time. Walking around her home, Emma is only wearing a bra, a black g-string, and her Slave. She starts deep cleaning the whole house and going about her day like someone isn’t plastered deep between her cheeks. Well to Emma it isn’t ‘someone’ it is just something at her disposal. To her he is nothing more than something to toy with, torment, and seek pleasure from.
An hour of crawling behind her passes and Mason has managed to not cum so far. Each deep sniff he takes pushes him slightly closer to breaking. He has only held out this long due to being half distracted with the fast crawling he has to keep doing. Due to the fact that he can’t see anything and gets no warning for her moving, most of the time he gets dragged for a few feet before getting back to his hands and knees. Emma starts to vacuum the living room and a few minutes into it she lets out a silent eggy fart. Mason’s brain is forced into a horny haze for a few seconds as he huffs it down. Before he is able to snap out of it he feels pleasure fire through his body as he crosses the threshold. Mason rapidly taps her inner thigh three times, he then screams into her ass as Mason begins spewing rope after rope into his cum baggy. The only acknowledgment she gives him is a few pats on the back of his head during his pleasure screams. The screams slowly turn to moans and then to light whimpers as he realizes he just added his first mystery punishment to tomorrow.
(Everyone in this story is 18 years old or older. No minors will ever be depicted.)
Right as they are reaching the two hour mark the doorbell begins to ring. Emma turns off the carpet cleaner and to Mason’s horror, she starts walking towards the door. Mason tries and obviously fails at hiding himself behind his Mistress’s body. She swings the door open and casually says, “Hey Sweetheart, what brings you back around these parts?” Mason’s blood runs cold as he recognizes the voice of his best friend. Marcus stares at her mostly naked form for a moment before his eyes land upon the naked person strapped to her ass. He starts sweating quite a lot and chokes out, “Wh…what are you doing? Did I interrupt something?” Emma smiles wide and pats the back of Mason’s head and says, “Oh this is my new slave I am training. Oh don’t worry about interrupting its training. Its current training can’t be halted or slowed down. Now what did you need, Sweetheart?” Breathing heavy, Mason stays dead silent and doesn’t move a muscle. Swallowing hard, Marcus asks, “Have you heard anything from Mason lately?” Shrugging, Emma says, “No I haven’t heard anything from him. Only have heard from this slave and that's it.” He then says, ”Well that's too bad! H..How have you been?” Smiling Emma says in a seductive tone, “I am doing better than ever Sweetheart! You seem to be having a better time than even I am!” Pointing down at his pitched tent, she continues, “Do you need some help with that? I would be more than happy to!” Stuttering Marcus chokes out, “M...Miss w...what do you m…ean?” Emma licks her lips and says in a deep sexy tone, “I want to deep throat your dick and swallow your cum. Would you like that, Sweetheart?” His face turns red and he asks, “Right now?” Emma leans forward slowly dragging her passenger along the carpet. She reaches down and grasps the head of his dick through his shorts and says, “Yes Sweetheart, right now. Do you want it?” Eyes open wide he quickly says, “Yes, yes I do!” Giving him a few strokes she then says, “Wait right there! I need to speak with my slave for a moment. Don’t go anywhere, Sweetheart!”
Mason’s life somehow just got worse but worst of all he has been hard and throbbing throughout the whole encounter. Emma slowly closes the door and then drags her Slave away from the door. She then loosens the lower straps, freeing his mouth and she then whispers, “You try or do anything you will be eating my shit all day! Just before that, I’ll lay down on my bed pinning your still strapped in face and let him fuck my brains out. You’ll hear and feel every single thrust and his balls will smack against you while he plows me! After all that, I’ll make you clean up what he leaves behind! Do I make myself clear, Slave!” Mason nods rapidly and says, “Mistress, I won’t try a damn thing I swear! Last thing I want is him knowing it's me down here!” She then laughs and says, “Now shut the fuck up and listen to him throat fuck me!” She then pulls the lower straps hard, smashing his mouth shut once more.
Emma drags Mason back to the door and opens it while saying, “Sweetheart, come on in and lose the shorts!” Marcus hesitates so Emma grasps him by the dick and begins leading him inside. Marcus, speechless, follows and closes the door behind him. He then quickly drops his shorts and underwear to the floor revealing his throbbing, pre-cum covered dick. Emma takes a few steps backwards and sternly says, “Slave, lay flat on your back now!” Mason does so without pause right next to the front door. Emma sits her full weight down on his face with her legs outstretched. Both of her cheeks lightly touch the ground on either side of his lodged head. Mason can breathe but at the moment he is just barely getting enough air. She then says, “Sweetheart, don’t worry about the slave. It is just the chair I am sitting on and nothing more.” Marcus walks over and stands over top of his previous best friend, oblivious to it being him. Licking her lips Emma says, “Come closer Sweetheart, I won’t bite unless you ask me to!” He closes the distance until is dick is pressed against her lips. Giving his head a little lick Emma then grabs his ass tight and spears his dick down her throat. Mason is hating his current position in this fucked little situation but being pinned under her ass and the sounds of the deep throating are incredibly hot. Mason and Marcus are both equally extremely hard and turned on. Emma is rocking back and forth on her seat letting hin alternate breathing through his nose and mouth, allowing him to breathe in all the air he needs.
After five minutes of Emma masterfully edging him she releases her vice grip and out of breath says, “Tell me when you are about to cum, Sweetheart.” Rapidly nodding his head Marcus says, “Yes ma’am, I am close already!” Emma spears his dick fully down her throat and begins moaning loudly. Her hands grab his ass once more and she starts moaning even louder while bobbing harder. A minute into this he screams, “I am going to cum!” Emma pulls him against her quite hard while moaning louder than before. Marcus grabs Emma’s head and begins thrusting hard and fast, then he lets out a loud gasp and thrusts harder while screaming with pleasure. She gulps down rope after rope just as fast as he shoots it out. Half way through her gulping Emma feels three quick taps on her inner thigh. Mason groans deep between her cheeks as he cums to someone else getting a blowjob from his Mistress. Emma finishes sucking the life from him and gulps down the last of it and says, “Alright, Sweetheart you better get going. I need to get back to my cleaning and training.” She stands up pulling her Slave limply alongside her and says, “Give me your number and I’ll call you up when I want more.” He stumbles over and slides his shorts back on while panting out his number a few times. Emma smiles at him and says, “I got it down and expect to hear from me next week.” She smacks him on the ass as he walks out of the house.
Emma walks back over to the carpet cleaner and gets back to cleaning like she is returning back from a smoke break. Mason feels truly pathetic for cumming from being the seat she was using to blow someone else. After about twenty minutes she finishes up her current task Emma begins sitting down in the middle of the living room. Mason’s body forcefully leans back as she continues sitting down. He shoots his hands behind his back just in time to catch his Mistress’s full weight. Now sitting on her Slave turned stool she says to herself, “I have been putting that off for a few weeks. Well I guess it's time to do some laundry but I think I’ll rest here for a bit.” Due to the harness combined with her weight, he is having a hard time breathing. Still able to breathe but he has to sniff incredibly hard just to get enough air to not suffocate. Emma remains seated and while listening to her stools labored sniffs, enjoying every moment of his torment. Ten minutes into her relaxing on her seat, his arms begin shaking and his body starts sweating profusely.
Mason is terrified of his arms failing him and buckling under her weight. All he can think about currently is falling onto the floor and dragging his Mistress down alongside him. Then she, in a rage, uses his mouth as her toilet for hours. This one thought keeps his arms locked in place. His fear keeps him in place for far longer than he thought possible. Another ten minutes pass by and his arms are wobbling and are starting to numb. Mason’s body is sweating even more now as his arms are threatening to fail him. The wobbling starts to grow worse and worse with each passing moment much to Emma’s excitement. Grinning ear to ear she says, “Quite the little portable chair aren’t you, Slave?” She then finally stands up causing Mason to follow. His arms have pins and needles as they rest against her legs limply. Looking down at his still hard dick she says, “Damn Slave, you are hopelessly horny for this ass aren’t you?” Rapidly Mason takes deep sniffs of her crack and then says extremely muffled, “Yes Mistress.” Throughout being her stool his dick was half hard. The second she stood up and he was able to breathe clearly again he returned to being extremely hard. Emma then begins walking toward the kitchen, dragging her Slave limply behind her.
Mason tries to crawl but his body is exhausted and his arms are still numb. Once they reach the tile floor his feet rub hard and squeak every few steps. This is quite painful but his legs won’t obey his commands to move. Emma on the other hand is loving this. Each groan and squeak is music to her ears. Emma reaches the fridge and as she bends over to grab a drink a six second meaty fart releases. Mason enters the horny fart haze and sucks it all down greedily. He starts to panic as he starts to cross the threshold but his arm refuses to move to tap her thigh. Mason then screams muffled into her pussy as he cums and says, “Mistress, I am cumming! My arms are too numb to move! I am sorry for not tapping your thigh as you asked! I am not trying to hide it, I swear! Please Mistress, please don’t punish me!”
Emma grabs out a bottle of soda from the fridge and calmly says, “I understand Slave, but that one counts as cumming twice. You got a problem with that, Slave?” He screams out muffled, still cumming and says, “No Mistress! Not a problem at all! Thank you for understanding, Mistress!” Shutting the fridge she says, “Not a problem, Slave. Glad you enjoyed that fart and sucked it all down for me.” She starts walking out of the kitchen, dragging him across the tile once more. He doesn’t stop cumming until she reaches the carpeted floor of the living room. Now at least the floor is slightly wet so his drug body can slide across it.
Emma then drops down hard on the couch and begins shifting onto her side. Mason is concussed by the heavy impact and then feels his head going a different direction than his body. With some of the feeling returning he manages to throw his body on to the lower half of the couch. He is curled up like a ball and extremely uncomfortable but he knows his Mistress doesn’t care in the slightest. She reaches down and places one of his hands between her legs, letting it rest on her thigh and says, “Don’t get handsy, Slave. That is just so you can tap easier.” He raises the opposite hand and gives a thumbs up. The only good part about this position is that he can sniff relatively easily. Still sniffing every bit of his air either from her asshole or what moves over it. He hears the TV flip on and she starts watching some crime drama and says, “Fuck the laundry, I’ll do it later.” Every once in a while she lets out a little fart that he quickly huffs down but he manages to not cum. Each one he sniffs causes his dick to painfully throb as he fights the urge to burst.
After a half hour of laying on the couch Mason hears his Mistress begin to snore. His mind begins racing and he thinks, “Oh fuck! What happens if I cum while she is napping?! I don’t want to wake her up that would just piss her off! Then she would ‘feed me’ for sure! I am so fucked!” It never once crosses his mind just how much of a slave he has become. The fact he is strapped to an ass while sniffing it and huffing the farts it produces doesn’t cross his mind at all. Her sleeping doesn’t bother him at all. Him cumming and her not being awake to feel the taps is the only thought bouncing around in his head.
Another half hour passes by filled to the brim with ass and fear. The hopes of her waking up anytime soon get slaughtered as she begins to snore louder. Just as his hope begins to try to stand it gets double tapped by her wiggling her ass against the back of the couch. When the wiggling ends a loud nasty fart takes its place. Eight seconds of wet eggy shit air flows into his sniffing nose. He is using every last bit of his willpower to try to convince his dick to not explode. Mason quickly realizes its loyalties have shifted and is not at all on his side. Three small taps ripple the skin of her thick thighs as he begins groaning softly into her cheeks. He can feel the condom that serves as his cum baggy beginning to fill up nearly completely. A few moments pass before he finally stops and he thinks, “Holy Fuck, I am up to five fucking punishments! Stupid fucking dick! Been with me for eighteen years and this is what I get?”
He then spends the next five hours strapped deep between her cheeks. Towards the last two hours it has become a swamp centered on her Slave’s sniffing nose. She is letting out little farts the entire time. Roughly every ten minutes but luckily for Mason they have mostly been little ones. Every single time his Mistress farts his dick throbs painfully hard and sometimes releases small amounts of pre-cum. He huffs down every last one of her farts and never once gags or flinches. Mason’s mind is completely a slave to his Mistress now and he doesn’t even realize it. He doesn’t even think about his position or how much he wants to be anywhere else. All of his focus is on her huge ass and trying to not cum to it.
At the six hour mark of slumber Emma begins to stir awake. Mason is equally happy as he is scared at her waking. Happy that she can notice his tapping but scared she won’t believe the amount he tells her. Emma rolls over onto her back and spreads her legs slightly. Her Slave is now pinned under her ass and his breathing has become restricted. Looking down at his condom being fuller she smiles and asks, “Remember Slave, lying will only gain you toilet duty. Now that has been said, how many times did you cum?” Right as she finishes speaking she sighs and lets out a ten second wet shitty smelling fart. After the question he held up a single finger but just then he began huffing in her fart. His legs begin to twitch and he then taps her inner thigh three times and holds up another finger. Emma starts laughing as he fills the condom up all the way while groaning into her ass. She calms herself and says, “So we are up to six punishments my Slave?” He takes a few moments and slowly raises a shaky thumbs up.
Emma smiles and says, “Alright Slave, just know I'll be double checking the camera later to make sure. Now follow me into my room, Slave.” They shuffle into a sitting position and then Emma stands up. Mason is finally able to crawl after his Mistress and not be dragged. Emma crawls into bed and sits on his face in the center of her bed. She starts undoing the straps while saying, “I am going to take a shower before I go to bed. Slave, stay right here and don’t move.” She stands up off his face and breathing hard he says, “Yes Mistress, I will remain right here.” Hopping off her bed Emma says, “You lucked out Slave. My stomach is rumbling quite a bit and you would’ve had quite the meal. Oh yeah, hold these.” She removes her g-string and tosses them on to his face. He picks them up and says, “Yes Mistress, thank you.” Mason then puts them into his mouth and gains a smile from his Mistress. She grabs a pair of panties and another condom and says, “Take that one off carefully and replace it with the new one. Don’t fucking spill any on my bed! It isn’t too late for a meal!” Mason leans to the side and twists the condom just below the head of his dick. He loosens the rubber band and pulls his cum baggy free, tying it closed and then he asks, “Mistress, what do I do with it?” She walks into the bathroom and returns shortly after with a trashcan and says, “You throw it away dumbass. What the fuck would I do with a condom full of your worthless sperm?” He unwraps the condom and attaches it in the same fashion as before. Tossing the empty wrapper into the trash can and through her g-string he says, “Sorry Mistress, that was a dumb question.” Emma shakes her head and walks into the bathroom shutting the door behind herself. He lays his head back onto the harness and starts staring at the roof while absentmindedly sucking her warm panties.
After a half hour she walks out of the bathroom wearing only a black pair of panties that are completely see through. Emma then grabs a pair of cuffs from her side table and says, “Lean to the side so I can cuff you. I don’t want those hands touching me or that dick at night.” Mason puts his hands behind his back and leans to the side while thinking, “Am I going to be strapped in all night long?” Shortly after he feels them click into place. His Mistress crawls onto her bed and takes a seat back on her Slave’s face. Mason takes a deep sniff and thinks, “I guess that would be a yes. I can tell she wasn’t kidding about the ‘big meal’ earlier.” Each one of his sniffs has the scent of shit mixed in. Emma spreads her cheeks and wiggles for a few moments until his nose is firmly pressed against her asshole. He is plunged back into darkness once more and the shit scent has increased quite a bit. Mason is beginning to question her ability or care of wiping her ass. Slipping her legs back into the harness, Emma begins tightening the straps once more and says, “Alright Slave, be quiet and sniff my ass while we sleep. I loosened the top straps a little. So you probably won’t suffocate between my cheeks. If you cum throughout the night I don’t care and it won’t count against you. Good night and don’t wake me up or there will be hell to pay!” She then throws the covers over the two of them and lays her head down on a pillow.
Not even a minute later Mason notices the air under the covers starting to get thick and warm. Between his breaths and the heat of his Mistress’s ass it is becoming quite swampy by the second. With each sniff he huffs down droplets of her sweat mixed with the scent of her shit, which keeps ramping up between sniffs. His traitorous dick is loving every second of this but his nose is less than thrilled. Mason remains hard as a rock throughout the entire night and in a near constant horny haze. She doesn’t fart too much during her sleep but when she does it is wet, loud, and quite rancid. Each time they slam into his desperately sniffing nose he cums hard with a silent groan deep between her swampy cheeks.
After a few hours of sniffing and cumming three times he finally manages to fall asleep. Not long after he falls asleep Emma starts rolling around. This ends up being good and bad news for her Slave. Good being that she rolled out from under the blanket a little so some fresh air can flood in. The bad being that she is laying on her back and has begun snoring loudly. His head is lodged so deep that as she sleeps, if you were to cover Mason’s body with a blanket there would be no evidence of him being there. His nose is almost fully inside her asshole and the sides of his face are fully enveloped between her cheeks allowing them to sit flush on the bed. At first he doesn’t wake up but after a few minutes of little to no air he rockets awake sniffing hard and rapidly. Mason’s neck is bent backwards quite a bit and is aching. He can breathe but just barely. He has to fight for each breath with long deep sniffs of her shitty swamp and even then he is just getting enough to not pass out. They both remain in this position for a couple of hours causing him to cum twice more before rolling over onto her stomach. This is mostly good news for him but his dick is extremely and uncomfortably being mashed against her bed. It doesn’t take long for him to fall back asleep in this position due to having two huge pillows hugging his head. Right as he fades to sleep he thinks, “Oh what I would give to be in the smother box or her closet right now.” It is definitely not the most restful sleep he has ever gotten but it's sleep nonetheless.
DAY 5 – Mistress Sam
Emma lets out a big yawn and looks over her shoulder at her still asleep Slave and smiles. She gives the back of his head a few gentle pats and whispers, “Slave, you look so cute sniffing my crack in your sleep.” Emma slowly tightens the straps back to the way they were yesterday and then lets out a six second eggy shit blast. He remains asleep throughout the fart and most of it is forced into his lungs. Much to his Mistress’s glee he moans while inhaling the fart and then begins thrusting into the mattress as he cums. She presses her face into her pillows as she starts uncontrollably laughing while he is thrusting and moaning. After a couple minutes of constant giggling she whispers, “Slave, you are a slut for my farts and I am all about it. I am so glad that you are taking to this so quickly. Even your father took a few weeks to cum to my farts. I guess you are just meant to be my ass slave.” Emma slowly drags herself off the bed and Mason slowly slithers behind her still cuffed behind his back. She slowly drags him over to the closet and grabs a dirty pair of socks. She then spends the next few minutes awkwardly slipping her dirty socks onto his feet. Smiling to herself she whispers, “Now you shouldn’t wake up to your feet scraping the floor. Now let's go get some laundry done.”
She starts gathering all of the clothes from her closet. The only pair of dirty panties she grabs out is the ones he came into previously. Looking down at the twenty some odd various styles of dirty panties Emma smiles and thinks, “I think I’ll have him pre-wash them with his mouth tomorrow. I bet he’ll love that little treat!” She then walks off to the laundry room and her tail follows closely behind. Mason is snoring into his Mistress’s ass further adding to her glee with this situation. Dropping the basket in front of the washer Emma begins sorting through her clothes and separating them into piles. After a few minutes she tosses one of the loads in and starts it up. Emma then spends the next hour folding and putting away laundry that she had been putting off doing for the last couple of days. The whole time her Slave is just snoring away while being dragged all over the house. As she goes to bend over to put some clothes in a lower drawer his nose fully pops into her asshole just in time for a wet eggy blast. The whole fart is pushed into his nose requiring no sniffing and with a soft moan he once again cums to her fart in his sleep. Still bent over Emma wiggles her ass slowly and gives his head a few pats.
Finishing what laundry can be done at the moment, Emma begins making breakfast. She scrambles up some eggs and cooks some bacon. Emma makes up two plates and places them at the table then takes a seat. Making it half way through her meal, Emma then feels rapid breathing against her crack. Emma laughs and says, “Good morning Slave, did you get some good sleep?” Mason, completely blinded, only knows his Mistress is sitting on his face on a chair. He goes to answer her but his tongue brushes against the g-string in his mouth and remembers his lips are smashed into her crotch. He goes to give a thumbs up but his hands are still cuffed behind his back so he just lets out a grunt as an answer. Smiling, she says, “I’ll unstrap you in a couple of minutes you little fart slut.”
Mason groans as he realizes those blowjob dreams were far less enjoyable than they appeared. Laughing at his groans she says, “Slave you came twice in your sleep to your Mistress’s farts! I must admit Slave, you’re climbing the ranks of being my favorite slave I have ever trained. I did have this one slave formally known as ’Josh’ and that slave was something else! Back in college I got him trained to only cum while swallowing my shit. I bet it took that poor fucker years to be able to get a hard on without a mouth full! Someday I’ll get you toilet trained!” Mason breaks into a cold sweat hearing her little story and nearly cries at the ‘toilet trained’ portion. Feeling his terrified silence she then says, “You’ll never have to deal with it as long as you never piss me off and do all I demand of you without question. One fuck up from here on out and I will start your toilet training! So just be a good Slave and do everything I demand and you’ll be eating normal food.”
Emma burps loudly and stands up then starts loosening the straps of the harness. Her Slave drops back onto the chair with his head landing back on the seat. She looks down at him and says, “Alright Slave, time to eat my ass. As you are probably well aware by now I didn’t wipe after my dump last night. Spit that g-string out and get to work Slave!” Mason spits the cleaned g-string onto the floor and tilts his head back while taking a deep breath. With a hard tug her once shit plastered panties pop free and slide down to her knees. Gulping hard, her Slave opens wide as approaching cheeks are spread apart. His open mouth makes contact and creates a perfect seal around her ring. Closing his eyes, Mason begins swirling his tongue around her shit covered anus.
The worst part about cleaning up after her dump is that he isn’t gagging. It tastes like the farts he was sniffing up yesterday but dialed up quite a bit. It only takes him a few seconds to clean up the outside. Feeling his dick throb, Mason slips his tongue deep in her ass hole and begins cleaning her insides. It tastes like pure shit but his dick thinks it's a fart and he starts falling into a familiar horny haze. His tongue hates the flavor but his horniness doesn’t care about his tongue’s opinions, forcing it to dive deeper and deeper. For the next five minutes he tongue fucks his Mistress perfectly and deeply. Mason feels his dick getting extremely close to climaxing so he begins to panic and quickly claps his hands together.
Emma sighs and stands up and says, “Slave, what the fuck do you need? Whatever it is, it better be good for interrupting you from tonguing my insides!” Breathing hard, Slave quickly says, “Mistress, I am so sorry! I didn’t want to interrupt but I was about to cum and thought I should ask for permission first, Mistress.” Emma nods while smiling and says, “Fair enough Slave, that is a good reason. You may cum but the moment you do I want you to say ‘Thank you Mistress’. Slave, get that tongue back deep inside my crack!” Slave opens his mouth and spears his tongue deep into her fast approaching asshole. He begins wiggling his tongue rapidly and deep inside her completely cleaned crack. Slave’s tongue is now more dirty than his Mistress’s insides are but he doesn’t seem to notice or care.
About a minute later he starts moaning loudly and shouts muffled, “Fffank yuw Missstress!” He then begins moaning loudly between her cheeks while cumming hard, filling this cum baggy up the rest of the way. Emma smacks her left ass cheek causing a ripple to shoot across to her right and she says, “Alright you butt slut, eat your second meal and then take a shower. Make sure your mask is nice and clean. We are going to be having a guest come over in a little bit!” Emma stands up and his wiggling tongue slips out with a loud wet pop. Emma fully removes her panties and picks up the soaked g-string. She steps over him and lightly taps his cheek and says, “Slave, you did a very good job for your Mistress. I am very proud of you!” Blushing, Slave says, “Thank you Mistress.”
Slave formally known as ‘Mason’, feels happy at his Mistress feeling proud of his cleaning of her post-dump asshole. How pathetic he has become or how truely gross that was never crosses his mind. Slave stands to his feet and then asks, “Mistress, may I be uncuffed please?” Smiling Emma says, “Oops Sorry Slave, I bet it would be quite hard to eat let alone shower cuffed up! Turn around for your Mistress.” He nods while turning around and says, “Yes Mistress, thank you.” Slave crawls over to his chair and begins to eat and she says, “Make sure you brush your teeth as well, Slave. I don’t want your breath smelling like my shit for our guest.” Quickly swallowing he says, “Yes Mistress. I will make sure to clean my mouth for your guest.” Walking away Emma says, “Don’t take too long Slave. They will be arriving in about an hour.” Slave then quickly responds, “Yes Mistress. I will be as quick as I can.”
Slave quickly eats his food that is spiced with the taste of his Mistress’s dirty crack. He then puts the dishes away and crawls over to the bathroom to make himself presentable. Closing the door behind him, Slave unzips his mask and grabs his tooth brush. It takes him ten minutes of near constant brushing to dilute down her shit from his mouth. He then for the first time in quite a while feels his dick fully soften. He sighs deeply and then whispers, “Fucking finally! My dick has been hurting from the constant hard on.” Slave then twists off his cum baggy and removes the rubber band then throws the condom away. Placing the band on the counter, Slave washes his mask off in the sink for a few minutes. He then hops into the shower and cleans himself up in ten minutes and then dries himself off. Placing the mask back on, Slave then crawls out of the bathroom and over to his Mistress’s bedroom door. He then asks, “Mistress, where do you want me?” She has changed into a tight pair of black skinny jeans and a purple tank top.
Emma looks over to him smiling and says, “Wait in the living room next to the couch.” Slave nods his head and says, “Yes Mistress.” As he turns to crawl out of the room he sees the massive pile of only dirty panties in her closet and he thinks, “Well that can’t be a good omen.” Slave crawls into the living room and sits down on the floor next to the couch and waits. Emma walks by and drops a pair of cuffs and the smother harness on the coffee table. Then she sets a smaller black smother box on the ground in front of Slave.
Taking a seat on the box Emma says, “Alright Slave, my friend is coming today and you are going to serve her as you would me. No speaking unless spoken to and do everything and anything she says without fail. Failing to do so will lead to me dragging you off to my room and clearing my bowels straight down your throat! Don’t even try to escape or I will show her your “birthday gift video” and then tell her you begged for this! Understand how this is going to work, Slave?” Sweating a bit, Slave nods and says, “Yes, Mistress. I understand and will serve her as I would you. I will not try anything and will do all she commands, my Mistress.” She pats him on the head like a dog and says, “Good boy! Now put on those cuffs.” He crawls over the table and clicks the cuffs to his wrists. Emma stands up smiling and says, “Put your head inside the box, Slave. Then lock it up for your other Mistress.”
He opens the lid and pushes his head inside the cramped interior. Around his neck sits two thirds of a thick foam like cushion. It comfortably forms to the back and sides of his neck. Slave looks up and can see the other third bit of cushioning attached to the lid. Shutting the lid and locking himself inside, his face is already sticking out of the hole without adjustment. He realizes this smother box is far more evil than the previous one. While someone is seated the only air he will receive will either come from their ass or have to sneak between their cheeks. She takes a seat on his face and says, “Be on your best behavior Slave, don’t make your Mistress look bad.” Slave’s nose partly pushes into her ass but is then smashed flat by the tight jeans. With his nose trying its hardest to not break he gives her a thumbs up. He then feels his dick begin to erect once more. Emma then says, “Okay Slave, I am going to hold you to that and if you fail, take your punishment without complaint. It's not like complaining will change anything or make me stop piping it down your throat.”
Toes curling and fingers clawing he tries his hardest to not struggle as he hasn’t had any air for the last almost four minutes. Seeing his body beginning to fall limp she stands up, causing Slave to rapidly take deep breaths. Smiling down at him Emma says, “Good job Slave, your body is adjusting to hold your breath longer! At some point we will dedicate time to increasing it further but for now that's just fine.” She then walks out of his eyeline in the direction of the kitchen. He just stares at the ceiling while his breathing slowly returns to normal over the next couple of minutes.
(Switching over to Emma’s and then Sam’s perspective as well.)
Emma is in the kitchen preparing little sandwich triangles and grabs two wine glasses. After ten minutes she places the plate and the glasses onto the coffee table. She then grabs a bottle of wine with fancy french cursive and walks back towards the living room. The doorbell rings just as Emma enters the living room, quickly placing the bottle next to the glasses Emma then approaches the door.
She swings it open to see Sam wearing a simple yellow dress that perfectly hugs her curves. She has a small duffle bag slung over her right shoulder and Emma greets, “Hey Sam, I am glad you got here safely! You look stunning, seriously girl you are wearing the hell out of that dress!” Blushing, Sam says, “Hello Emma, I haven’t been able to wear a dress like this in awhile. I think the poor student’s minds would explode if I walked in wearing this to class. I hardly think much learning would be getting done with ninety five percent of the class ogling.” Emma staring says, “Yeah, I bet those poor souls couldn’t stop even at gunpoint! Now get that sexy ass in here! I have some of that wine you recommended, it's some good shit!” Nervously Sam steps inside and says, “Okay, I am still a bit anxious about this whole thing. So how is this going to…” Her words get cut off as she looks off to her left and sees a very naked and very turned on person laying on the floor.
Clearing her throat Sam whispers, “Holy shit Emma! When you said ‘slave’ I thought you meant role play! What is his head inside and why is he harder than a rock?” Shutting the door Emma smiles and says, “It’s name is ‘Slave’ and very much is one. That is a smother box. Makes it easier to stay seated on their face. It makes it near impossible for them to knock you off but there won’t be any of that, right Slave?” From across the room they both hear, “Yes Mistress. I would never throw my Mistress off my face.” Both confused and intrigued Sam says, “Umm Emma, can you show me how this works?” Putting her arm around Sam’s shoulder Emma leads her towards the couch and says, “Of course! This is your first time and I want to make sure you will have a great time! Now go ahead and drop your bag off on the couch and I’ll give you some pointers.”
Slave looks up at the woman walking past his box and the echo of Mason is horrified. As she passes by he thinks, “Oh fuck, is that Miss Bailey from history class?” Him and every single student thought she was gorgeous. Passing his eyeline he thinks, “Maybe today will be a good day. After all, I get to do some things to her that many have only dreamt about.”
Sitting down on the couch next to each other Emma asks, “Are you going to be wearing that dress or did you bring something else to change into?” Nervously smiling Sam says, “For now I’ll be wearing this but I did buy something for later. It’s a bit… no, it's extremely sluty, is that okay?” Looking at her with a big smile Emma says, “Girl, you could spend the day naked if you wanted. Whatever you brought with you I bet it will be perfect!” Emma’s face has a grin pulled across it as she continues, “This will be weird at first but just trust me. Walk over to Slave and sit down on its face like it's a chair.” Blushing nervously Sam whispers, “What if I hurt him? Will he be able to breathe under me?” Emma puts a hand on Sam’s shoulder and says, “First of all, Slave is not a person. It is just something to sit on, seek pleasure from, and torment if you choose to. I have put Slave through quite a bit worse than facesitting.
Slave, tell this wonderful lady some of the things you have done to me.” Clearing his throat Slave shakily says, “Facesitting, fart sniffing, ass eating, strapped to your ass with a smother harness, placed inside a smotherbox, and foot licking. Mistress, that's all I can think of off the top of my head.” Sam with a shocked look says, “Holy shit! That is far kinkier than I ever thought!” Emma stands up and straddles Slave’s chest and says, “Come on Sam, have a seat on Slave’s face. Slave, doesn’t mind, does it?” Hearing the sadistic undertone Slave says, “Um… other Mistress, I wouldn’t mind at all. Do as you please to me or with me, Mistress.” Sam nervously walks over to the box and looks down at the masked face of her former student, oblivious to it being him. With shaky legs she steps over the box, completely hiding it under her dress. Slave is just staring up at Sam’s ass in awe. He can just barely see a matching yellow thong buried deep between her perfectly sculpted cheeks. Looking at Emma she asks, “Do I just sit down? Should I sit with the dress as a barrier?” Emma looks up at her and says, “Sweetheart, just have a seat as is. It will feel a little weird as it breathes but you will get used to it.” Taking a deep breath Sam starts to lower her ass down onto Slave’s face. He is actually looking forward to being between her cheeks. The sexy figure is closing in on his face and his brain is excited but his dick remains soft and uncaring.
She feels his nose slide between her cheeks and settle next to her asshole. As soon as she feels his nose begin sniffing, Sam jumps a bit and says, “Oh that does feel really weird but I think I like it though!” She then sits her full weight down onto the seat and Emma says, “When you get sweaty it feels even better! Makes your asshole nice and cool with its constant sniffing. Do you mind if I remove my pants for a bit?” Smiling Sam, much calmer, says, “Go for it, I am sitting on a face currently so I don’t think I can judge!” Slave is enjoying this experience thus far but is getting aggravated that his dick is not sharing in his enjoyment. Each sniff has a light floral scent mixed in with a semi-familiar musk he has come to know and sort of like. Her crack smells far nicer over all then his Mistress’s but it’s different and his penis is apparently loyal to only one asshole. The air inside the box is starting to heat up and becomes humid.
Emma unbuttons her skinny jeans and tugs them a few times until the slide free from her thick thighs. She is wearing a pair of blue lace panties that fits her snuggly. Tossing the pants onto the couch, Emma says, “So, yesterday Slave and I had a deal allowing it to cum freely but earn a punishment for each time. Slave ended up cumming six times and the best part about it is that he came from sniffing my farts!” Sam looks down at his torso with disgust and says, “‘It’ came six times in one day and it was all while you were farting into his nose? Quite the little perv you got here, Emma.” Laughing Emma says, “Well Slave only came four times to my farts. One of the times he failed to follow the rules of the game so I counted one of them as two. The remaining one I’ll have to tell you about some other time, it’s a bit hard to explain.” Smiling, Sam says, “Fair enough girl, you have piqued my curiosity. Also what are these ‘punishments’ you spoke about?”
Walking back to Slave, Emma straddles his chest and says, “Actually, I was hoping you could help me out with them. I could do it myself but I would love it if you joined in!” With a raised eyebrow Sam asks, “I am both intrigued and nervous to ask this but what would I be doing?” Emma tries to find a better way to word it but nothing comes to her so she bluntly says, “All you have to do is scoot back a little bit and lodge Slave’s nose up your ass. Then stay still until Slave passes out and I will give a wake up call in the form of kick to the balls. Before you freak out I have done this before and it’s perfectly safe. Well mostly aside from Slave’s swore balls. Just know Slave earned this and agreed to the terms of the game.”
A muffled groan escapes from between Sam’s cheeks and Emma turns and gives him a hard smack to the balls then says, “Slave, shut the fuck up! If your Mistress wanted your input, I would have asked for it and I sure as fuck don’t care!” He quietly yelps in pain from the unexpected strike. Looking up at Sam with a warm smile she says, “So what do you say girl? Wanna help me give Slave what I like to call ‘time outs’?” Sam looks like she is a kid hanging out at a friend's house and witnesses their parents beat them. Clearing her throat Sam says, “Emma, you are one scary and hott motherfucker. Well, I guess you would be the expert in this but I feel like I have to ask. Are you sure I won’t murder ‘Slave’ with my ass? Also what’s stopping him from breathing through his mouth?” Looking down and blushing Emma says, “Damn straight I am scary fucking hott! If you end up killing Slave, we can just bury the body out back.” Sam’s eyes go wide and she gets goosebumps at how offhandedly Emma said such a dark statement. Emma looks up and sees Sam’s horrified expression and quickly says, “Calm down, I was just fucking with you! When Slave passes out, wait ten seconds and then free his nose. With the problem of it breathing through its mouth, that’s where your dirty panties come into play.” Once Emma said she was just joking two sighs of relief can be heard, although one of them is barely audible. Shrugging Emma says, “Besides, I am enjoying training this slave! It has taken to my farts way faster than any other slave that I have ever trained! So are you in on this or do you want me to handle it?”
Sam nods her head and says, “Fine but if he dies, you're digging the hole!” They both start cackling for a few minutes as Slave begins sweating while nervously sniffing her crack. Calming a bit Emma says, “Lift that sexy ass up and grab out a pair of your dirty panties. I’ll be right back with some duct tape.” Both women stand up off Slave and begin to retrieve their items. He lays there terrified at the thought of six 'timeouts’ back to back. Slave is broken from his crysis by Sam asking, “Which color do you want to have? Red with pink hearts, pink with purple polka dots, or just black?” He gets hung up for a few moments on how polite she asked such a strange question before he says, “Red with pink hearts, Mistress.” He reached that conclusion purely based on which one he thought would look best on her. Giving them a sniff Sam says, “Sorry uh…Slave, I think you picked the dirtiest pair.”
Holding the waistband of them she crouches down next to the box and asks, “Did you really cum from just sniffing her farts? Do you just really love farts?” Taking a deep breath, Slave clears his throat and says, “Yes, Mistress I came from sniffing my umm primary Mistress’s farts. My primary Mistress has conditioned me to cum from sucking in her farts and only that.” Hovering her face right above his, Sam says, “Ah I guess that answers why you weren’t getting hard from me sitting on your face. I won’t lie when I say I was feeling a little insulted by that.” Confused and nervous he says, “Um…Mistress, your rear is perfect so please don’t feel insulted by my lack of arousal. Under different circumstances I am sure I would be quite aroused.” Smiling down at him she says, “Thank you, I appreciate the comment and I sure as hell hope you would be turned on normally!” Emma rounds the corner halfway through Sam’s sentence and then says, “Slave, you better be being nice to my guest! You know what happens otherwise!” He quickly says, “Mistress, I was being good I swear! I was just answering Mistress’s questions and concerns. Mistress, I am confused with calling both of you ‘Mistress’.” Emma walks over holding the roll of duct tape and says, “Slave, call me Mistress Emma and call her Mistress Sam. That should save your simple mind from imploding for the time being.”
After staring down at him for a full minute Emma sighs and says, “Dipshit, open your fucking mouth! Do you need directions on how to complete this task, perhaps a diagram?” Sam now fully comfortable begins uncontrollably laughing and Slave says, “I am sorry Mistress Emma. This dipshit requires no further directions or diagrams. Please accept my apologies for my stupidity, Mistresses.” He opens his mouth wide after his attempts at damage control. Gesturing down at his open maw Emma says, “Make sure to flip them inside out so Slave can get a full tasting.” Gaining some sense of chill Sam asks, “Slave do you want crotch first or ass first?” He begins to answer but is quickly cut off with the crotch of her panties scraping against his extended tongue. It is extremely crusty and tastes salty, sour, and oddly like unwashed feet. They must have spent at least a few weeks in the bottom of that gym bag alongside some nasty socks. Holding it against his tongue Sam smiles and looks to Emma and asks, “I have an idea, do you mind if I do a thing?” Emma sits down next to the box with an evil grin and says, “Oh by all means! My slave is your slave!”
“Slave, I want you to lick the crotch of these panties clean.” Sam said with a nervous yet evil smile. He looks over to Emma with terror in his eyes and she says, “Slave, Mistress Sam told you to do something. You best get to licking!” Taking a deep breath Slave looks at the woman pressing her dirty panties to his tongue and says, “Yes Mistress Sam, I will…clean them for you.” He gives them a long lick and with the combined pressure from the opposing forces it feels like sandpaper is being rubbed against his tongue. Any other being would be gagging right now but he has licked more than his fair share of gross stuff over the last five days. Sam begins scrubbing against his tongue as he tries to lick and says, “Holy shit Emma, your slave is destroying these! I was expecting to be here for at least ten minutes but he is licking them like an ice cream cone!” Emma nods and says, “Slave, tell Mistress Sam what you were licking earlier today.” He stops licking for a moment and says, “I licked up Mistress Emma’s asshole after she used the restroom.” “Tell her just how much you enjoyed serving as my toilet paper.” Emma said with a condescending tone. He stops once again and blankly stares at the ceiling while saying, “Mistress Sam, I came while licking inside Mistress Emma’s asshole.” It didn’t really cross his mind just how disgusting that was until the words exited his mouth.
Laughing Sam says, “Well, I guess you are quite the expert at licking things clean, Slave! It hasn’t even been two minutes and these are cleaner than I have ever seen!” She then shoves them inside his mouth and Emma rips some tape from the roll and seals the panties inside. Then Sam stands up and says, “I am going to grab my change of clothes from my car. I’ll be right back.” Emma sits down on Slave’s face and says, “I’ll keep his face nice and warm for you!” Sam, quite excited, rushes out the door to gather her clothes. He begins deeply sniffing the familiar crack of Mistress Emma and begins getting hard immediately. Emma looks down at his hard-on and gives it a light kick while saying, “Slave, keep being a good boy for Mistress Sam. After your timeouts are carried out I will go run some errands and let her go wild. I will tell her to call me if you don’t do as she demands. Slave, if I receive a call and have to come home early your punishment will be far worse than I said before!” Slave raises his cuffed hands slightly and gives her a thumbs up. She then continues, “Okay Slave, but if you fuck up I don’t want to hear a single complaint about your earned meal. Do I make myself clear, Slave?” Raising another thumbs up, he keeps deeply sniffing her crack, quite successfully edging himself in the process. Sam bursts through the door with a wide yet nervous smile and asks, “Where can I get changed?” Emma seamlessly switches back to normal and says, “That first door on your right is my bedroom and there is a bathroom attached.” She rushes off like a child on christmas day to Emma’s bedroom and shuts the door. Slave and Emma both sit in silence aside from his rhythmic and deep sniffs every few seconds.
A few minutes of silence pass and it is broken by Sam slowly opening the door. Emma looks over and her jaw drops at the sight before her. She isn’t gay whatsoever but anything with the ability to see would have a hard time not ogling. She is wearing a hot pink latex bodysuit with a zipper across her crotch and halfway up her ass. Looking her up and down a few times Emma says, “Holy shit woman! I don’t even have one of those! Did you just have that puppy sitting in your closet waiting for an opportunity?” Blushing heavily, Sam walks over and says, “I got excited and bought one a couple of days ago! The rush delivery was expensive and it showed up right before I was about to head over! Is the pink too much?” Responding fast she says, “Fuck no its not! Thats fucking awesome! Send me the link to where you got it, I want one in dark purple!” Emma stands up and pats Slave’s face and says, “Sit that sexy ass down and lets get this started!” A smiling Sam says, “Don’t mind if I do, Mistress Emma.” She steps over the box and Slave is staring up in awe at the sight of her and forgets about just how screwed he is. Sam looks to Emma and asks, “Could you unzip me a little bit in the back?” Wasting no time Emma grabs the zipper at the center of her ass and says, “Of course, Mistress Sam, I would be more than happy to.” Emma then unzips Sam’s zipper a couple of inches to reveal her bare sweaty crack. Quickly dropping her ass Sam says, “Why thank you, Mistress Emma!”
The tip of Slave’s nose slips straight into her asshole and then she scoots back, burying it fully inside. It takes until he feels Mistress Emma drop her weight down hard on his gut for him to snap out of his lustful gaze and back to reality. Forcefully and painfully, he exhales all of the air that was in his lungs and begins coughing into his flavor filled gag. Emma laughs at his coughing and says, “Oops sorry Slave! Did I sit down a little too hard? Well a nice little nap should help with the pain!” Sam looks over her shoulder and into his eyes and says, “Slave, I hope your nap is enjoyable for you!” Sadly for him his dick has fallen limp and uncaring about the sexy ass on his face. Over the next minute Slave’s body twitches and has his fists clenched as he fights the natural human urge to not suffocate. The two women are having a casual conversation as he slowly falls unconscious underneath them. Emma watches his arms fall still and says, “Count to ten then unlodge its nose.” Sam looks back down at him and begins counting, “1…2…3…4…” At this point his face is turning a dark shade of blue. She continues counting with worry in her voice, “5…6…7…8…” Slowly the blue is fading to a dark purple and Sam is getting nervous about his well being and quickly counts, “9,10.”
Looking at Emma she slides forward and says with fear in her voice, “His face is purple, are you sure he is okay?” Shrugging, Emma turns to the side and gives his balls a hard smack then says, “Slave, will be just fine. I have made many people and slaves pass out between my cheeks.” The color rapidly returns to his face as he takes deep sniffs of her crack. Slave then returns to the land of the living with a pained muffled grunt. Calming down a little, Sam says, “That was a terrifyingly hott experience!” Slave silently agrees with that statement as he takes deep quick musky sniffs. Placing a hand on Sam’s knee, Emma says, “Slave may be my bitch but wouldn’t be much use to me dead. So don’t worry too much about its well-being. I am right here to make sure this goes as smoothly as possible considering the circumstances. Also I am CPR certified so even if we do kill Slave it's no big deal. If you are going to do intense breath play you become responsible for their lives, as little as they are worth.” Slave is incredibly conflicted and confused due to feeling both safe and terrified in his current situation. Sam takes a deep breath and smiles then says, “I know you are good at this and I trust you but that was scary! Choking the life out of someone with my asshole was not something I ever thought could even be a possibility.” With a slow growing smile she continues, “So, five more of these to go, Mistress Emma?”
The next forty minutes are pure hell for Slave. It takes him four minutes to pass out each time due to his lung capacity increasing. After turning from blue to purple he is yanked back to consciousness with a hard strike to the balls. Then he spends the next several minutes catching his breath and just as he does, the life sucking asshole above re-engulfs his nose once more. He would be worried about possible brain damage but has no time to think of anything other than Sam’s asshole, sniffing deeply, and the growing pain in his testicals. Aside from them pausing for her to count, they are having normal conversations. The two of them are laughing, eating sandwiches, and Sam is sipping from her wine glass. Slave is naturally lost most of the time during his Mistresses conversations due to the blackouts, rapid sniffing, and the air tight seal of the box. The inside of the box is becoming thick and very warm. At one point he thought he heard something about foods that make them gassy and Sam being lactose intolerant.
Upon the sixth and final strike to his ballsack, Slave awakens with a grunt and while deeply sniffing her now incredibly sweaty crack. At this point he doesn’t even notice the musky smell of her ever riper asshole. His eyes are bloodshot and his body is extremely sore and aching. Both of his Mistress’s stand up and Sam zips shut her swampy ass with a wet squeak. While catching his breath Emma takes a seat right on his upper chest, hovering her face over his and says, “You were such a good boy and accepted your timeouts from your Mistresses! Now I have to run some errands but I will be back in a couple of hours. Remember what I told you about being an obedient slave and be good for Mistress Sam.” Looking up at Sam she then says, “If Slave talks back, refuses to follow a command, or does anything you don’t like, don’t hesitate to call me up. I plan to feed Slave a meal straight from my asshole if it fails you at all today. Don’t feel bad for it and make sure to report Slave upon any fuck up.” Emma flicks his nose and retrieves her pants then slips into them.
Sam shrugs her shoulders, slightly drunk and says, “You heard Mistress Emma, Slave. Don’t be a fuck up and you won’t have to swallow her shit!” Emma quietly giggles to herself while tying her shoes. Sam stumbles over, grabs another sandwich and then says, “Slave, could you please shift your box to the base of the couch for me?” Holding the triangle in her mouth, Sam smiles down at him and rips the tape from his mouth then pulls out the soaked panties. They hit the floor with a wet smack and he winces while saying, “Yes, Mistress Sam.” Doing an awkward little shimmy, he slides himself to the base of the couch and asks, “Is this good, Mistress Sam?” She gives his face a few light pats and says through the sandwich, “Yup, thank you Slave! Hey Emma, do you mind if I uncuff him?” Emma grabs her purse and removes the keys from her neck and says, “I don’t mind in the slightest! You can do with Slave as you please while you are here. Have fun Sam and you be a good boy, Slave.” He quickly says, “I will be good for Mistress Sam, I promise!” On the way out the door she says, “You fucking better, Slave!”
Sam fumbles with the small cuff key for a few moments before dropping it on his chest and says, “Slave, could you please unlock your cuffs for me? Umm then set them on the table for me.” He grabs the key and struggles for a little while and then sets them on the table. Slave extends the key up to her and says, “Here you go, Mistress Sam.” She grabs it and plops down on the couch just above his boxed head and says, “Thank you! Please remove my socks for me and rub my feet for a bit.” She then places her feet on his face and grabs the TV remote. Quickly grabbing her left foot he says, “Yes, Mistress Sam, I would be happy to.” That wasn’t much of a lie, he likes that she is being relatively polite to him. Slave then slips both of her socks off and just to be safe, he leaves the foot he’s not rubbing on his face.
The next hour passes by relatively good, well as good as could be expected. Sam has slowly been getting more drunk over the course of the hour. Then randomly she jumps up and sits down on his chest and asks, “Hey Slave, do you want a sandwich? You have done a great job on rubbing my feet! So I think you should get something in return.” Not used to genuine niceness, he stammers out, “Umm, yes Mistress Sam, if you say so.” Quite drunk at this point, Sam snatches up a triangle and while smiling she begins feeding it to him. He is having to struggle to hide his aggravation with the lack of arousal during this moment. There is a gorgeous woman clad in only latex sitting on his chest, hand feeding him and his dick only wants Mistress Emma’s filth.
After a couple of minutes of her giggling while feeding him a few sandwiches she then asks, “Slave, what's this thing?” Sam reaches across the table and shows him an object he is very familiar with. He swallows the last of the sandwich and says, “That is a smother harness, Mistress Sam. It holds my head tightly between the cheeks of a Mistress.” Sam’s eyes go wide and says, “She sure does have a lot of kinky shit! We will have to try that out later tonight. For now I want to see that magic tongue in action on my ass. Do you think you could do that for me?” Between her beautiful face hovering inches above his and the way she asked made his dick twitch slightly. Blushing, he says in a shaky voice, “Of course I will, Mistress Sam.” She smiles and lightly pats his chest as she shifts over and stands over him. Sam unzips just enough for her crack to be visible. Right as she does, sweat begins pouring from her like she just got out of the shower. His face is drenched in the droplets long before she even takes a seat. Looking over her shoulder Sam says, “It’s a little swampy back there, Slave. Make sure to lick it all up for your Mistress, okay?” He goes to speak but his opening mouth quickly meets her dripping crack. The slickness of her ass and the increasing weight forces his mouth wide open.
Resting his hands on his chest, Slave begins licking her sealed crack. It’s as if he is licking a salt rock covered in water. There is a slight hint of a musky flavor but the saltiness nearly fully overpowers it. With a little wiggle she sighs and says, “Good boy, keep doing that while I watch some TV.” Slave gives a thumbs up and keeps licking her sweat up. It is like trying to empty a lake with a cup, theoretically possible but pretty damn pointless in execution. The air inside the box is that of a jungle after heavy rainfall, extremely thick and humid. It is as if there is a little ecosystem inside and it’s attempting to rain. Each time Slave thinks he is making progress he gets a rude awakening. Previously cleaned sections are drenched once again, as if he never even licked to begin with. The next hour he spends non-stop licking up Sam’s swampy ass to no avail. She doesn’t seem to mind, let alone realize his struggles to complete an impossible task. The body suit keeps her quite warm and all of the sweat runs down and replenishes the bog between Sam’s thick cheeks.
Sam hasn’t been drinking for the last hour due to already being extremely drunk. At the end of the hour Sam’s stomach lets out a near demonic deep growl, scaring Slave quite a bit. He has been sniffing and swallowing farts for the last five days. This sounded nothing like what he has dealt with up to this point. Sam rubs her belly and says, “Slave, you may want to close your mouth. This is going to be horrible but you seem to like farts so maybe you will enjoy this.” Slave begins rapidly tapping on her thigh, trying to get his mouth released from its locked position. She laughs a bit, scooting off his face and says, “Do you need something, Slave? It’s about to begin so make it quick.” Panting hard he quickly says, “Mistress Emma told me I am only allowed to cum with my face between her cheeks while sniffing her farts. I don’t want to anger her by cumming to someone else's gas. Mistress Sam, could you call Mistress Emma and ask what I am supposed to do? I am not refusing to do as you command, I just don’t want to fail Mistress Emma.” Sam pats the worried slave’s chest and says, “Sure Slave, I could do that for you. I wouldn’t want you to be punished for something you have no control over.”
She shakily gets to her feet and falls on the couch, next to her phone. After a few moments of tapping she presses it to her ear. Slave lays staring up and her feet dangling inches above his face as he waits nervously. Sam laughs a bit and says, “Hey Emma! Slave has been a good boy but has a bit of a dilemma. He says he is only allowed to cum to your farts and fears he will when he sniffs up mine. He asked me to call you up to see what could or should be done.” Emma in the middle of shopping smiles and says, “Uh, I guess I didn’t think of that. Tell Slave, it is allowed to but must use a baggy like before, it will know what that means. They are in the top drawer of my dresser.” Emma stops speaking for a moment and presses the microphone to her chest and says to a person staring, “What? Never heard of BDSM before? Besides, it's none of your business what I am doing.” Shaking her head Emma then says, “Sorry, some Karen looking bitch was looking at me funny. Slave will know how to set it all up. Make sure Slave knows not to touch its dick.” Nodding and laughing Sam says, “Don’t be such a hard ass to the poor woman. It’s not everyday you hear a Mistress passing orders along to a slave. That’s all we needed to know, bye Emma!” Shrugging with a calm voice Emma says, “Fair enough, I bet that would be a lot to hear out of nowhere. Well have fun and don’t hold back on Slave. Bye Sam.”
Sam hangs up and drops the phone on the couch then says, “Slave, she said you are allowed to cum but must use a ‘baggy’ like before and no touching yourself. They are in the top drawer of her dresser. I am going to unlock your head so you can get yourself ready. Will you be good for me or will I need to call her again but with horrible consequences?” He gives a forced smile and says, “Mistress Sam, I will be good and not fail either of my Mistresses. I will do as you ask and return quickly.” Sam smiles and takes a seat on his face while fumbling around with the lock. After a few failed attempts the lock snaps open and she stands up, lifting the lid as well.
His masked head squeaks loudly as it slides out of the box. Slave turns and looks at the bottom of the box. There is a plastic tray at the base and it is half full of sweat. Crawling, Slave quickly rushes off to gather up the necessary tools for the job. After lots of speed crawling from one side of the house to the other he returns to a smiling Sam. Barely holding it together she says, “This is some of the weirdest shit I have ever seen! Now that you have your little cum collector, are you ready?” He nods and says, “Yes Mistress Sam, I am ready for you. I am sorry for making you wait so long.” Slave slides his head back into the humid interior of the box and locks himself inside. She rifles through her duffle back and grabs out the pink with purple polka dots panties and says, “Open wide Slave, I want to make sure you sniff these up for me.” He opens his mouth and is greeted with the familiar taste of her vile panties. She tapes his mouth shut and says, “Good luck Slave, I ate too much cheese and it doesn’t agree with me.” She sits down on his face with a light wet splat and slides around until the tip of his nose is pressed into her crack. With a sigh of relief her stomach lets out another moan from the depths of hell and then the gates violently explode open.
A long ten second moldy cheese fart bursts out and is piped straight into his sniffing nose. This was probably tied for first for the worst farts he has ever huffed down. His mind falls into the horny fart fueled haze but not even that can dial back the vileness of its arrival. Like the traitor it is, his dick rapidly solidified shortly after it was all taken in. Clutching her belly Sam looks down at his erection and says, “Holy fuck Slave! I thought you may have been exaggerating! Enjoy them I suppose, there will be plenty more for you to vacuum up.” As the final word’s exit from her mouth a eight second moldy fart rushes out, as to hammer in her point. Slave huffs it all down and feels his dick throb hard, nearly painfully as the fart floods his lungs. His nails dig into the sides of the box as he experiences intense pleasure while nearly gagging.
Mistress Sam’s farts are not more powerful then Mistress Emma’s but they are very different. His nose is not trained for these farts and Slave is feeling like he is starting from square one. Not his slut of a dick though, it’s loving life as the rest of him struggles to adapt. With little time to process the last fart another quickly chases it down. Six seconds of gas is huffed fully down as Slave screams into the panties. Sam, worried that she may have broken him, starts to speak but is interrupted by more screams and him thrusting into the air and cumming hard into the baggy. His mixed screams slowly die down over the next minute and smiling she says, “Damn Slave, that is the grossest and funniest thing I have ever seen!” She bursts out laughing and releases several small farts as she does, only making her laugh harder as he quickly huffs them down. The next few minutes pass by with her laughing so hard a fart escapes and his dick throbbing as he inhales it, causing her to laugh again repeating the cycle.
The next hour is hellish for Slave, yet a small part of him wants more. There is never a full minute without gas filling up his lungs. Roughly every twenty minutes a monster is let loose and mid inhale he cums hard, thrusting into the air. Towards the last twenty minutes Sam stopped noticing him, feeling as though she is farting into an ordinary chair. He lays on the floor exhausted with a full baggy of cum feeling like nothing more than the chair she thinks he is. Shortly after his last ejaculation the front door opens and in walks Emma. She is carrying several bags from different places and says, “Hey Sam, having a good time?” Sam grunts softly as a silent five second fart invades his nostrils and then says, “Oh definitely! Slave has been a very good boy! Huffing down all my farts without complaint and cumming every so often. He filled up his baggy right before you showed up!” Nodding Emma says, “Yup, Slave is a slut for farts. I am glad it was good for you!” She then walks off into the kitchen and returns shortly after to gather up more bags.
Sam stands up as Emma shuts the front door and asks, “How do I use the smother harness? I get the idea but I don’t know how to put it on.” Emma smiles over at her and says, “Let me put this crap away and I’ll show you how it’s done.” Zipping her ass up Sam follows Emma into the kitchen while stumbling. Slave just takes deep breaths while idly sucking the dirty panties in his mouth. His face is coated in a thick layer of sweat and his eyes are bloodshot, burning from the saltiness. They spend the next twenty minutes in the kitchen as Emma shows Sam the clothes and random things she bought.
They both walk out with Emma saying, “So the smother harness is a very fun toy. I used it all day yesterday and until a bit before you arrived. It’s quite nice to have a nose stuck up your ass all night sniffing up your farts.” Sam plops down on his chest and starts unlocking his head while saying, “All night? Couldn’t he suffocate if you rolled over?” Emma grabs the harness and says, “It’s kind of hard to flip over with the extra weight strapped to your ass. There is a chance it could suffocate but I kept some of the straps loose so Slave could breathe a bit easier.” Unlocking his head Sam stands up and says, “Alrighty Slave, get up and kneel behind me.” He nods his head and crawls behind her and kneels down. She pats the top of his head and says, “Unzip me enough so just my crack is out, okay Slave?” He grabs the zipper and pulls down until her asshole is visible then waits. Emma shoves and holds his face deep between Sam’s cheeks and says, “Stay still Slave, it’s easier if you keep your face buried.” He keeps his face deep in her ass and waits to be strapped in.
A few moments pass by before he feels the harness cradle the back of his head, pressing his nose slightly inside her asshole. Sam then says, “I like this. How about you Slave? Are you enjoying being even closer to my crack than before?” Slave takes a deep sniff, his dick twitches slightly at the smell of the last few farts and he gives a thumbs up. He then feels the full baggy being removed and then replaced with a new one. Emma flicks his dick and says, “Alright Sam, I am going to head off to bed. If you need anything or Slave acts out don’t hesitate to wake me.” Sam smiles and says, “I have no doubt that he will be a good boy for me. I think he is enjoying his time between my cheeks.” She isn’t really wrong, he is enjoying being in her ass more than Mistress Emma’s. She is more gentle and all around nicer to him. Emma yawns and says, “Fair enough, have a good night. See you in the morning.” With that she walks into her bedroom and closes the door.
Sam and Slave walk over to the couch and slowly lay down on it. She flips over onto her side and drags him up a little bit, making him somewhat comfortable. Looking down at him Sam says, “Hey Slave, I am going to remove the panties from your mouth and I want you to eat my ass until I fall asleep.” She loosens the lower straps then reaches down and removes the tape and panties from his mouth. Sam then says, “Shift up a little and put your lips around my crack please.” He does as he is told and presses his open mouth to her asshole. She then tightens the straps until his mouth is firmly sealed to her crack and says, “Can you breathe through your nose, Slave?” It’s still between her cheeks but it is free to inhale. He gives her a thumbs up and starts rimming her for a few minutes. It tastes like extremely salty mold covered cheese. She gives his head a few pats and says, “Good job Slave, now slip that tongue inside for me.” Slave then pokes and prods until her asshole relaxes and lets it enter.
Tastes just like the outside but is ramped up quite a bit. Slave’s tongue is not liking this but his dick is all about it. It throbs each time his tongue wiggles around and even more as she lightly moans. Sam’s toes begin to curl and she moans out, “A… little deeper… please…” Her moans send him into a lust filled haze and rams his tongue as deep as it can go, earning a loud moan. A muffled wet fart escapes and runs over his tongue. Neither one of them really acknowledges it aside from his eyes slightly twitching, startled by its arrival.
His tongue is being painfully stretched but he is only thinking with his dick and starts trying to wiggle deeper. Sam covers her mouth with her forearm and lets out muffled moans as her tongue fucks her asshole. Through her moans she says, “Put… your right… hand… between my… legs…” He quickly slides his arm between her legs and she tightly grabs his arm. Shoving his hand under the suit and against her pussy Sam pants out, “Start…rubbing then…finger me… after a minute…” As soon as his hand is put under the latex he starts cumming and rubbing at the same time. She rapidly returns her forearm to her mouth and tries to suppress her moans, mostly failing to do so.
After roughly a minute he slips two fingers inside her and syncs his fingers with his tongues movements. Her muffled moans grow louder and with her off hand she grabs the back of his head and presses him a little deeper. Sam barely mumbles out, “Holy… fuck! Keep… going… don’t slow…down!” She quickly grabs out a shirt from her bag and stuffs it between her legs. Seconds later she lets out a muffled scream and her body begins to shake as she climaxes. Right as she does a nasty wet ten second blast erupts from her asshole. He swallows the wet blast and begins cumming to match her. Both of them are screaming muffled in pleasure. After a minute Sam weakly says, “Good… very good, Slave. Remove your fingers but keep your hand where it is.” She cleans herself up a little bit with the shirt and then drops it back into the bag. Sweating even more than before Sam’s head limply impacts her pillow.
Slave’s tongue continues to slowly wiggle around inside her ass and he is breathing heavily. A few minutes of tongue fucking pass by before he hears her soft snores. He then tries to retract his tongue but it is suctioned firmly and painfully inside her asshole. Slave quietly sighs into her cheeks as he realizes that his tongue is going to be spending the night inside her ass.
Luckily after a half hour his tongue becomes numb and slowly his body begins to feel the exhaustion kick in. His right hand remains holding her crotch, snuggly held in place. Eyes growing heavy and his body falling limp, Slave thinks to himself, “Honestly today wasn’t half bad. This beats sleeping strapped to the floor and locked inside Mistress Emma’s smother box.” Slave then falls asleep with his tongue lodged deep inside her. Every so often smaller farts slip out of Sam’s crack and Slave lightly moans after each one. Once the big ones show up his cheeks are puffed up. He then quietly moans into her asshole as he thrusts into the couch, cumming into his baggy. Of all the things he thought he would be doing, swallowing farts from the asshole of his previous sexy history teacher while his tongue is suctioned deep inside it, amazingly wasn’t on the list.
DAY 6 – Car Ride and a Gift
Mouth wide open and perfectly sealed, Slave sleeps tongue deep inside Mistress Sam’s asshole. He is constantly hard as a rock throughout the entirety of the night. His dreams have been invaded by Mistress Emma’s juicy ass nearly everyday this week but this is far different. Slave’s lodged tongue is held deep and the taste never fully goes away. Whenever the flavor does begin to fade it is topped back off by a wet fart, coating everything with her filth once more. Due to this he cums almost every hour on the hour. The baggy bound around the head of his dick is threatening to burst come early morning. This isn’t what he dreamt about throughout highschool with Miss Bailey (Mistress Sam) but he doesn’t hate his position. Her massive cheeks act as two very soft and comfy pillows. He obviously hates the farts and hints of shit but his dick is slowly but surely warping his mind towards enjoying them. Still has a long way to go but tonight did and didn’t do him any favors. His dreams are just a copy of doing exactly what he is doing but is quickly and violently cut short.
(Switching over to Sam’s and Emma’s perspective.)
Sam wakes up slowly after the best night's sleep she has ever had. Shifting slightly on the couch, Sam feels Slave’s tongue twitch deep inside her spit slickened crack and then realizes she is somewhat stuck on the couch. Not truly stuck but she doesn’t want to be rude and wake him after he did such a good job last night. It also feels extremely good so she is in no hurry to remove it. Lifting up her left leg, Sam looks down and sees Slave’s hand is still cupping her crotch, pinned inside her latex bodysuit. Deciding to let him sleep, Sam watches some TV while she waits for him to wake. The muffled snores emanating from Slave, deep between her cheeks keeps her quite entertained. After an hour of watching cartoons Emma’s bedroom door swings open and she stumbles out. She is wearing a baggy white t-shirt and hot pink lace panties.
Emma walks over to the couch and plops down on the smother box and tiredly says, “Morning Sam, how was your night? Was Slave good for you?” Looking down, Emma sees his hand placement and says, “Did you put Slave’s hand there? I don’t care whatsoever, I just want to make sure Slave isn’t being a creep.” Blushing heavily, Sam says, “Slave was a very good boy last night. I told him to put and keep his hand there all night.” She clears her throat and continues, “Slave really works his tongue deep and quite amazingly. It spent the entire night suctioned inside my asshole and it feels wonderful.” With a wide smile, Emma says, “Slave’s tonguing skills are getting much better than how it started out. I am glad you had an enjoyable time with Slave! Feel free to drop in anytime and use Slave to your heart's content.” Looking down at the nearly bursting condom she continues, “I don’t think Slave would mind, not that its opinion matters even in the slightest. Do you want some breakfast?” Eyes open wide at the baggy, Sam says, “Holy crap, Slave really is a slut for farts! I’d love some but Slave and I are a bit tangled up.”
Raising a brow, Emma takes a closer look and says, “Either way this won’t hurt you in the slightest. This is going to sound weird but you need to crap Slave’s tongue out. Otherwise I grab its head and yank its tongue out.” Blushing with embarrassment, Sam says, “Well don’t look at me while I am doing this! I have never had anyone watch me go to the restroom let alone crap out a tongue.” Emma smiles while turning away and says, “Okay okay, calm yourself! I have done this a few times. Not after a full night with it up my ass though. How the fuck have I never thought of that?”
After a couple of minutes of uncomfortable grunts from Sam, defeated she says, “Emma, I think I need some help. I feel his tongue loosening but I fear what will happen if I push any harder.” Emma slowly turns, wearing a wide near cartoon sized smile and says, “Option two it is!” With that Emma loosens the straps and places one hand on Slave’s forehead and the other on Sam’s lower back. “Isn’t this going to hurt him?” Sam says with worry on her face. Still smiling, Emma says, “Yup!” Right as the word excitedly exited her mouth, Emma pushed the two in opposite directions. Sam finds Emma’s sadistic side to be both hott and terrifying. She can’t even begin to imagine how Emma’s slaves must feel about it. Slave abruptly wakes right as Emma begins pushing and he screams in pain as his tongue tries its best to stay in position but the suction seal is broken. With a loud slimy pop, Slave’s tongue dislodges from Sam’s asshole and snaps back into his mouth like a rubberband.
With his numb tongue tingling painfully back inside his mouth, Slave, holding back anger and mumbles heavily, “Gud murnnning Misssstresssssessss.” Laughing now, Emma says, “Well good morning to you too Slave! Someone must have had a great night, huh Slave?” Embarrassed with his speech, Slave instead nods into Sam’s ass. Sam removes the remaining straps of the harness and says, “Slave, you can remove your hand now. Could you please zip me up too?” Nodding, he slips his hand free, coated in her juices and uses the other hand to zip her up. Slave sits up and examines his hand, trying to figure out if he hates or likes this. His thoughts are cut short by Emma speaking, “Slave, go wash your hands and remove your nasty water balloon then return. You may walk there but you will crawl back, understood?” He nods his head and rushes off to the bathroom, making sure to hold up the hanging cum flooded condom. This being the first time in several days that he is allowed to walk around the house. Even though it's a completely normal thing to be doing, Slave feels like he is committing a terrible act.
Shifting to sit down, Sam says, “Emma, you didn’t have to be so violent with the tongue removal. He was a very good boy last night and never complained about his stuck tongue.” Emma lets out a long sigh and says, “You’re probably right. I’ll make sure to give Slave a handjob as an apology later tonight. Does that make you feel better, Sam?” Smiling, Sam says, “I think he deserves one after being good all of yesterday for me. What’s for breakfast?” Standing up and walking towards the kitchen, Emma says, “I was just going to heat up some breakfast burritos. Is that cool with you?” Sam picks up her bag and says, “Sounds great to me. I’ll meet you there. I need to change and clean up a bit.” She then walks off through Emma’s bedroom and into the bathroom. Looking down at herself she whispers, “Now how the fuck do I take this damn thing off?”
Right as Emma begins heating up the burritos, Slave crawls around the corner and into the kitchen. With most of the feeling returning to his tongue, Slave asks, “Where do you want me Mistress?” Emma smiles and says, “Stick your nose up my ass while I wait for the food to cook.” She spreads her cheeks a bit and Slave crawls quickly behind, placing his nose flush against her panty covered crack. Emma lets go, they smack either side of his face and envelope him ears deep between her familiar cheeks. He begins sniffing immediately and he lets out a light sigh, realizing he missed her scent. At the moment at least it smells quite good. Emma’s perfume takes up most of the smell with just a hint of the vileness held within.
Looking down, Emma sees his dick quickly growing hard, giving it a light tap she then says, “I am glad that you are happy to be back in my ass but don’t you dare cum on the floor. Mistress Sam spoke of you being very good and it would be terrible if you lost the reward right as you learn of it.” Rapidly nodding his head, Slave says very muffled, “I won’t cum I swear, Mistress. Mistress, may I ask a question?” As she checks the food she says, “I suppose so, Slave. Go ahead and ask.” Nervously, Slave asks, “Uhm Mistress, did I do a good job yesterday?” Giving his head a few light pats, Emma says, “Yes Slave, you did a very good job with Mistress Sam. You made your Mistress quite proud. Now go lay your head on my chair.” He pulls his head out of her ass and says, “Thank you Mistress.” Slave crawls over and sets his head face up on her chair. He can’t help but to feel extremely happy that his Mistress is proud of him.
Sam rounds the corner wearing the yellow dress from yesterday and says, “That damn thing was a bitch to get out of. I hope you don’t mind but I hung it up in your shower. It was holding quite a bit of sweat. Could I drop by and pick it up tomorrow?” Sliding a plate across the table, Emma says, “Oh I don’t mind at all. I bet it will take that long to air dry out anyway.” She smiles and gives Sam a wink then continues, “I bet you just want to use Slave again, don’t you?” Sam takes a seat and nervously smiles while saying, “Maybe… you did say I could pop in anytime.” She places Slave’s plate in the microwave and walks over to her seat and says, “I am just teasing you. Of course you can stop by anytime, you are always welcome!” Emma takes a seat on Slave’s face and wiggles a bit to get comfortable.
A few minutes into eating and sniffing, Sam asks, “Where is Slave at? Thought he was just washing his hands.” In the middle of chewing, Emma casually says, “Slave is sniffing my ass. It spends its morning sniffing or eating my ass as I eat. After that Slave eats and showers if it was good the previous day.” Sam lifts up the tablecloth and says, “He must have missed his Mistress’s crack huh? Rock hard from just the smell of it. I hope if I ever get one they will be that hard to my scent.” Waving a hand, Emma says, “Slave spends most of the day rock solid, even before I fart. With enough conditioning men will get hooked on anything and everything. If you do get a slave I could help train them for you if you want. I have even made a woman aroused by my feet and she didn’t have a foot fetish. Poor chick was dripping at just the idea of my feet.” Smiling wide, Sam says, “You are one sadistic woman and I think it’s great! I like the idea of having a guy hard under my ass while sucking farts out of it. Never thought that would come out of my mouth. When I do it I’d love it if you could give me some pointers.” Finishing up their burritos, Emma says, “I’ll text you the link to the site I used to get all my slaves. You’ll have a great time with them.”
Emma stands up off his face and says, “You may eat at the table, Slave. After you finish, take a shower and clean your mask up.” Breathing heavy, he says, “Yes Mistress.” She slides his plate across the table and walks with Sam into the living room. Sam picks up her bag and says, “I had a great time, thanks for this experience Emma. I’ll see you tomorrow!” With a smile, Emma pulls the nose based wedgie from her crack and says, “I knew you’d enjoy it! See you then!” She walks out to her car and drives off. Slowly closing the front door, Emma then walks off to her bedroom to get fully dressed. A couple of minutes later she walks back out wearing a long loose black skirt and a white tank top. Slave turns his head upon hearing her heels tapping the tile behind him and he chokes a bit at the sight. Emma gives the top of his head a few pats and says, “Thank you but you better pick up the pace, we have got places to be shortly.” Wanting to ask what that even means but he thinks it's best to just do as she says and not question. Slave nods and says with a mouth full, “Yes, Mistress. I’ll pick up my pace.” Frowning down at hims she says slightly irritated, “You may be a slave but you aren’t a fucking heathen. I know you were taught to not speak with food in your mouth. Come on Mas… Slave, this is something you should know.” Looking down at the table he says with a clear mouth, “Sorry Mistress, I’ll do better.” He thinks to himself, “Huh, I had nearly forgotten that Mason is or was my name.” Brushing the thought away, Slave rapidly finishes his food and crawls quickly off to the bathroom to shower.
Slave quickly showers, brushes his teeth and tongue thoroughly, and cleans his mask. Crawling out of the bathroom, Slave still has the taste of Mistress Sam’s farts embedded in his tongue. He shuts the door and crawls over to Mistress’s bedroom door. The door is wide open and Emma is quickly looking through her ‘toy’ box. After a few moments of digging she pulls a small metal cage out and tosses it down in front of Slave and says, “Put your cock and balls inside then snap the lock shut. I don’t need you cumming every twenty minutes. If you remain good throughout the day I won’t make you wear it while we sleep.”
Swallowing hard, Slave picks up the cage and says, “Yes, Mistress.” He scoops up his flaccid package into the tight metal interior and hesitantly snaps the lock shut. Everything just barely fits uncomfortably inside, luckily not painfully. Hearing the snap, Emma turns back to face him with great satisfaction and says,”This isn’t meant to be a punishment but it sure as hell will feel like it in a little while. Now crawl to your old room and put on just shorts and a t-shirt. Right after that you will sit right next to the front door, understand?” With an uncomfortable look, Slave says, “Yes, Mistress. Mistress, is this supposed to fit this snuggly?” Crouching down in front of him, Emma grabs the cage and pulls it hard to the left to examine. Slave painfully follows as if his dick became a makeshift leash. After a few seconds of looking, Emma says, “It is meant to be somewhat loose now and quite restricting later. I guess I have to buy a bigger sized cage for once. I’ll give you two choices for how today will act out. First option is, I remove the cage but everytime you cum you will have to swallow a log. Second being, I keep the cage on and you won’t cum but will be in quite a lot of pain for several hours straight nearly in a row. Your pick, Slave.”
Pretty quickly after she finishes, Slave says, “Please keep it on, Mistress.” Patting his head a few times and pushing it towards the door, Emma says, “Wise choice, Slave. Now go get clothed.” He crawls off to get changed and with each stride the cage gives him a hard pinch. The crawl up to the second floor was quite the painful experience, especially whenever the cage taps a step. He crawls into his previous bedroom and feels the echo of a shadow of Mason scream in the recesses of his mind. A few seconds of blank staring pass by before thoughts of her angrily waiting snaps him back to and quickly he begins rummaging through his drawers for the demanded items. The clothes don’t make him feel any less of a slave and only feel uncomfortable and wrong on his body. He quickly crawls out and shuts the door to his human life and works his way down the stairs backwards. Upon reaching downstairs wearing his mask, cage, shirt and shorts he crawls over and sits next to the front door.
He spends the next ten minutes shifting uncomfortably in his clothes and staring forward blankly as he waits. Emma in and out of her bedroom a few times, progressively getting more and more ready. She then walks over to him and throws a pair of her dirty panties in his face and says, “Here Slave, put those on. They will be loose but I don’t really give a fuck.” Slave’s eyes go wide as he looks at the purple sweat crusted panties that he started this new life sniffing and tasting. “What do you tell your Mistress for this wonderful gift?” Slave grabs the waistband of his shorts and says, “Thank you, Mistress, for this gift.” With a smile she places a second very dirty not so white pair into a baggy and shoves it into her purse and says, “Those are for if you can’t keep that mouth shut while I drive. Now take off your mask and give it to me. I don’t want any neighbors asking questions while you walk to the car.” The panties as she said don’t fit even in the slightest. The only reason they stay on is the tightness of the shorts' waistband holding them in place.
Unzipping his mask, Slave removes it and hands it off to Emma and she says, “Get in on the driver’s side back door. Remember, you try anything, I'll send out your ‘birthday gift’ video and invite your friend over for some fun. Understand, Slave?” Nodding rapidly, Slave says, “I understand and will be good, Mistress.” Emma steps out of the house, pulling him behind her by his hand. She keeps her grip loose, inviting him the opportunity to fuck up and run. Slave in turn tightly holds onto her wrist, not wanting even the idea of him bolting to surface in his Mistress’s mind. They reach the minivan and she opens the door and says, “Have a seat and I’ll explain the rest.”
Looking inside, Slave notices that the chair behind the driver's seat has been removed so he sits in the vacant spot. Emma opens up the driver’s side front door and says, “You are going to be part of my seat cushion while I run errands all day. Your only job is to be quiet and suck in all my farts so I don’t stink up the car. Here, put your mask back on.” She reaches into her purse and tosses him the mask. With that she pulls off the seat cushion of her chair and tosses it onto the floorboard. Emma then grabs another identical cushion but with an oval shaped hole from the opposite seat and clicks it into place where the previous one was. She smiles wide and says, “I had this special modification made in all of my cars shortly after college. It makes road trips and long days of driving back and forth much more tolerable. It works a lot like a smother box, just slide your head under the seat, it should be fool proof even for you, Slave.”
Trying to recover from the unprompted attack to his intelligence, Slave looks behind her seat. Just like the boxes, there is a hole for his head to slot into. He lays on his back and inches into place under her seat. With her smiling face looking down at him, Emma presses and holds a button on a remote and says, “It costs quite a bit but I feel it's worth it. I can even raise and lower you whenever I want! This is one of my favorite kinky things I own!” Emma looks at him with pure excitement as his head slowly lifts half way out of her seat. He can’t help but smile at her enjoyment even if it’s at his peril and he asked, “Mistress, what is your favorite?” It takes the words exiting his mouth to realize the answer isn’t one he even wants to know. He was just caught up in her happiness and spat it out without processing the information fully. Raising a brow she says, “Huh, I guess I hadn’t given it too much thought. Let me give it some thought and that one's free because I liked the question, no more speaking unless spoken to. Don’t make me have to gag you the entire time, okay Slave? These panties are quite vile and I bet you don't want them in your mouth for hours on end.” She walks around to his door and pulls two arm shackles hidden on either side of the seat, strapping both of his wrists in place. Sighing with relief at dodging a punishment, Slave gives her a thumbs up and remains silent.
The back door slams shut and shortly after her head is once again hovering over his and she says, “Don’t be kicking your legs around. The tint is too dark to be able to see you and your mask blends in with the seat but I don’t want to hear kicking and stomping. The only sound I want to hear from you is that nose of yours vacuuming up my filth.” Emma then turns and hangs her ass over the chair, pulling up her skirt to reveal the pink lace panties underneath. Her ass plops down like she would in any other seat and wiggles around and says, “Slave, you are allowed to breathe through your mouth so I don’t have to think about giving you breaths but you better still huff in every last molecule of my gas. If I even catch a whiff of gas, you’ll be well beyond fucked.” In fear of all the things that could possibly mean he mostly snorts her crack, only breathing through his mouth when he’s running low on oxygen. Each sniff is difficult and very little air reaches his lungs and what does has been tainted with her filth. Immediately, Slave feels his dick beginning to solidify. Right as the blood rushes to his dick it swells to fit the cage perfectly and as it tries to further harden, pain shoots through his crotch like it got stomped. His natural instinct is to get an erection while turned on, unable to complete the action his dick just stays half hard while throbbing. Slave tries to ‘talk’ his dick down but it is pointless, it is a slut for farts, especially Emma’s.
Feeling his breathing grow sharp and rapid, Emma says, “Is someone’s body disobeying their commands? Dick on fire but still keeps trying to harden? Worry not Slave, I have the answer to your problem. It will keep trying to get hard all day long. Normally it takes a few days of use to stop erections, so today is going to suck for you quite a bit.” Emma spreads her cheeks and repositions until his nose is flush against her crack then lets them smack shut, closing him deep inside her depths. With a wide smile Emma says, “I have thought it through a bit and I think my favorite toy of mine are my smotherboxes. I just love sitting on someone's stuck face for as long as I damn well please.” Not quite sure if he is meant to respond, Slave says, “That is a great choice, Mistress.” “Thank you very much, Slave but hush up now,” Emma said with a wide smile and tapping his forehead.
The first thing that crosses his mind aside from internally screaming in pain is, “She has farted sometime since my nose was last inside her asshole, the remnants of an eggy one cling to the lace.” Too busy sniffing the crack to realize just how fucked that thought really was, to know that someone farted recently and what type it has from a couple sniffs of their crack. He is becoming oddly accustomed to his Mistress’s farts, mostly still hating the scent but getting pretty used to it.
Emma starts up the car and sighs, releasing a long eggy shit laced blast. Waiting a few moments while listening to Slave’s deep and hard sniffs, Emma bends down a little and sniffs. After a couple of clean sniffs she clenches his nose a few times and reverses out of the driveway. Throughout the monster and minutes after, his dick is throbbing in tandem with his sniffs. It takes everything for him to not scream out in pain and thrash his legs around. Slave digs his nails into her seat as he worsens his situation with every sniff he takes but take them he must. At a red light Emma looks over her seat and smiles as his half hard dicks twitches match his sniffs. Eyes back on the road, Emma laughs and says, “Don’t worry Slave, I only use cages when slaves are bad or I don’t want them cumming. I quite love it when you cum from only my personal gas supply but don’t want the carpet soaked in your useless sperm.”
Right as the last word leaves her mouth a nasty meaty fart exits out her crack. As he rapidly and painfully huffs it all down she continues, “See like right then you would have filled your panties and dripped all over. As flattering as it is, I don’t want your or anyones sperm soaking into my car. Keep snorting my crack and all that exits it and you’ll have a happy Mistress.” His arms hang uselessly from the shackles as he mentally agrees that he would've cum just then if he could. As much as Slave hates this, he really wants to keep her happy and remain in her good graces. The only thing working sort of in his favor is her skirt, it is acting as a dome, holding in any overflow he couldn’t get on the first huff. As far as upsides go it isn’t a great one but at least it’s saving him from punishment, so that much is good.
The next couple hours pass by arousingly and painfully. He doesn’t even want to be turned on by her farts but his dick is too dumb to care or understand the pain it’s causing. At some point in his torture Emma turned the radio on and is blasting some random pop station that he can only half hear. It’s a welcome change from constant silence with only the sounds of farts blasting into his nose at random intervals. Apparently really getting into it, Emma begins bouncing on his defenseless face, popping his nose in and out of her crack. Slave is quite grateful that she isn’t wearing jeans so his nose is as comfortable as can be expected given where it’s buried. The songs and farts are broken up by her stopping at different banks and other drive throughs. Slave is terrified at every stop that someone will somehow spot him or he’ll sniff too loud and get caught that way. Inreality his sniffs are not audible over the sounds of the engine and his body is fully hidden by the tinted windows and Emma’s massive ass.
Emma has nearly forgotten about Slave completely, enjoying not having to deal with the vile stench of her farts. Slave on the other hand would chop off his left hand to get out of this cock cage. His mind is fully locked into a horny haze that has no end or relief in sight. The fact that her crack is becoming swampy is only making his haze worsen with her ever ripening musk. The car coming to a halt and shutting off, slightly breaks him from his horny haze and she says, “Slave, I need to leave the car for a little bit. Will you be good and remain quiet while I’m away?” Taking a couple more sniffs, Slave then says, “I will be good and silent for you Mistress and wouldn’t dream of disobeying you.” As broken as his mind currently is even he internally shook his head at the level of ass kissing in that delivery. Flexing her ass a few times, Emma says with a smile, “Okay Slave, I’ll take your word for it. If you remain quiet and draw zero attention to yourself, I’ll give you a little prize. Sounds like a deal, Slave?” After a long deep drag of her crack, Slave says, “I won’t make a sound I swear, Mistress. I wouldn’t want to anger you in any way, Mistress.”
Rolling the windows down a little bit, Emma stands up with a wet pealing sound of their cheeks separating and says, “Good boy, now hush hush, I’ll be right back.” The door slams shut and his face starts being cooked by the sun high in the sky. Slave has absolutely zero intention of making any noise whatsoever. He doesn’t want to be caught serving as a seat cushion in a car, let alone the punishment for disobeying Mistress’s orders. Said ‘prize’ is just a bonus and really isn’t factoring into his decision making process. As much as he would like to spend this time at least looking at the clouds or anything at all, the baking sun forces them to remain shut. The inside would normally be baking without the air conditioner on but a cool breeze whips across his face every once in a while. He spends the entire wait with his eyes slammed shut and his dick partly hard.
After twenty long minutes, Slave hears the sounds of heels clacking in the direction of the car. He is honestly really hoping for it to be his Mistress to put his face back into the shade. The door opens and Emma says, “Damn, sorry Slave! I honestly didn’t mean to leave your face to bake in the sun. Were you good for me?” Eyes held tightly shut, Slave says, “I was quiet and didn’t move an inch I promise. I think my face is currently burnt or is soon to be, Mistress.” Holding a stack of papers over his face she says, “Yup Slave, I bet it will be burnt a little bit. I’ll try to park in the shade or cover your face next time but if you act out I won’t be so nice.”
Feeling his face growing suddenly cooler, Slave opens his eyes and says, “That would be greatly appreciated, Mistress. I will keep being good and quiet for you, Mistress.” Giving him a sweet smile, Emma gives him a long kiss on the lips and says, “You are making your Mistress very proud, Slave. Keep it up and I’ll remove your cock cage as soon as we get back.” Stuttering and quite flustered, Slave says, “Th…Thank you Mis…Mistress. Anything for you.” Again, shortly after the words exit his mouth if he could facepalm it would have been a one hit kill. Placing the papers on the passenger side seat, Emma says, “Anything huh? Keep up that talk and actively apply it and you’ll never get punished. Now get back to sniffing my crack, it’s extra sweaty and needs some airing out.” With that she lifts up her skirt and takes a seat on his face once more. She didn’t need to spread her cheeks, just align his nose and the sweat did the rest. He quickly starts sniffing her crack, trying to keep her as happy as possible and maybe even earn another kiss. His feelings towards Emma are on a spectrum but her lips are quite soft and perfect, they tip the scale closer to liking her at the moment.
Giving his forehead a couple of pokes, Emma says, “It’ll probably be at least a couple more hours of running around. Just keep doing what you are doing and you’ll have a very happy Mistress.” Slave’s sniffing only picks up in speed and deepness hearing her words. He is willing to do some freaky shit to keep his Mistress in the best of moods, hoping it won’t have to come to that though. A few moments into his sniffing his dick once again painfully presses into the metal of the cage. His fingernails dig into the back of her chair and his toes curl tightly as he fights the urge to fight back, as pointless as he knows it would be. Starting the car, Emma lets out a wet shitty blast and drives off. Slave huffs it all down in one go and feels as though his dick was going to explode in the worst of ways. Even in its current state a bead of precum soaks into the purple panties.
Smiling wide at her vile creation, Emma says, “I almost feel bad for you, Slave. All you want to do is cum to your Mistress’s farts and that's the one thing you can’t do. Nastier the better, right Slave?” Dick throbbing from the remaining fart clinging to her panties, Slave reluctantly says, “Yes, Mistress. Nastier they are the harder I cum, Mistress.” Laughing to herself she says, “I bet that fucking hurt to say out loud, even more given it’s true. Here’s another for you to filter away and enjoy, Slave” A long silent shitty fart flows right in the vacuum that is Slave’s nose. His dick throbs even harder, causing a little more precum to painfully leak out. With an evil sadistic grin, Emma asks, ”How was that one compared to the previous one, Slave? Which one did you like more?” Lucked into a horny haze, Slave quickly says, “This one was far nastier, Mistress. I thought the cage was going to explode into pieces.” No thought was put into that sentence whatsoever and he doesn’t seem to be too bothered by saying it, at least not at the moment. Laughing even harder, Emma says, “Slave, if that somehow happens you are allowed to cum as much as you want! That would be the fucking greatest thing I would have ever witnessed!”
Falling deeper into the unrelenting haze, Slave lustfully says, “Mistress, I can’t wait to cum later today! Will it happen with my face buried in your divine ass, Mistress?” Clenching her cheeks a bit, Emma says seductively, “Why of course, my Slave. Where else would you wish to gain your pleasure from other than this ‘divine ass’?” Rapidly sniffing up the remainder of the leftover scent of the latest fart, Slave says out of breath, ”Nowhere else Mistress! Ple…please fart again Mistress.” Without wasting a second, Emma blasts his nose with several quick and loud shitty farts and says, “I would never withhold my farts from you, Slave. Especially if you ask so nicely for them. How did you like them? They felt pretty good on my end.” Slave sniffs down the first two as they fire out and catches the third a second after and moans out, “Th…they were perfect, Mistress. Thank you for them, Mistress.” Shamelessly, Slave moans as his dick releases another bead of precum. Each sniff after keeps his dick threatening to either break the cage or end itself play doh fun factory style. His full focus is pointed towards the first, far less likely option.
The car comes to a halt once again and she says, “Good boy, now I’ll be right back. You just keep being my good little Slave, okay?” With one last quiet moan, Slave says, “I’ll be good and quiet for you, Mistress. Can I have another before you leave please, Mistress?” Giving his forehead a couple of light pats, Emma says, “Yes you may, Slave but you’ll have to suck it down fast.” With a slight grunt, Emma lets out a loud forcefully wet shit blast, that Slave greedily snorts down in its entirety in one massive huff. She remains seated for a few more seconds to let him stew in the aftermath and says, “Slave, I need you to clean that one up for me. I can’t go inside with a wet crack, you wouldn’t want that would you, Slave?”
Still blinded by his horney haze, Slave says, “That wouldn't be fair to you, Mistress. I will take care of that for you, Mistress.” Emma raises slightly and pulls down her panties and says, “Open nice and wide for your Mistress.” Without hesitation, Slave quickly opens his mouth and begins licking even before she sits down. Leaning back into the chair, Emma sits fully down and says, “Get the outside first then slip it deep inside.” His tongue, before she even finished talking, fully licked up all of her filth on the outside and speared deep inside her crack. Jumping slightly, Emma quite surprised says, “Holy fuck, Slave! I wanted it down fast but this is a little ridiculous, Slave. Don’t fucking slow down now, this better be the pace you always do this at!”
Less than a minute later her insides have no evidence of anything ever happening, his dick violently twitching inside the cage the whole time. Slave slips his tongue out with a slimy pop and Emma says, “Sam wasn’t fucking lying about your skills improving, Slave.” She wipes the remaining wetness from her panties with a napkin and pulls them back up. Emma slides off his face and out of the car, she gives his forehead a quick kiss and says, “That was a very good job, Slave. I am extremely proud of your progress and hope you keep getting better!” With that she shuts the door and walks off towards an office building feeling thoroughly clean. Slave stares up at the ceiling feeling oddly happy with himself and his Mistress’s praise. The purple panties are covered in quite a bit of precum at this point and he doesn’t care that it happened via only his Mistress’s farts and sharts.
This time her absence feels like far less time than before due to the intense haze he is constantly stuck in now. After thirty minutes, Emma swings open the door and plops down then says, “That fucker wouldn’t shut the hell up! After fifteen minutes I had to tell her to shut the fuck up. That was meant to be far shorter of a stop.” She starts the car and quickly gets the fuck out of there before she is pulled into another conversation about house plants. Over the next couple of hours she makes a few more stops and lets out several more farts that Slave sucks down quickly, with painful satisfaction. After the last stop, Emma drops her full weight hard into the seat and says, “Today fucking sucked! At least I had a great seat cushion to make it much better. Let's go home.” Groaning from the hard slam, Slave gets right back to sniffing, quite happy with his Mistress’s strange compliment.
The drive home doesn’t take all that long and they arrive home just as the sun is beginning to set. She fumbles with the remote for a moment and then Slave feels his face start to lower until his nose is free from Emma’s asshole. Emma hops out of the car and opens the back door and says, “Damn Slave, was somebody enjoying themselves even with the cock cage?” As she begins unlocking him, Slave blushes and says, “Sorry Mistress, I had a hard time not doing it.” Patting his chest, Emma says, “That’s fine Slave, you only came into your panties so you're not in trouble.” Now fully unlocked, Slave slides his head out of the seat. Emma and Slave walk inside and she says, “Slave, go wait in my bedroom for me.” Slave nods his head and says, “Yes, Mistress, right away.” Dropping to his hands and knees, Slave begins to crawl into her bedroom and Emma says, “Wait, come back, I nearly forgot. Stand up in front of me.”
Standing right back up he walks over to her and asks, “Mistress, what would that be?” Emma raises an eyebrow then points at his crotch and says, “Do you want out of it or do you want to stay locked up? If that’s what you want, I’d be happy to do you this favor and forever keep your penis imprisoned.” Eyes shoot wide open and Slave quickly says, “Mistress, please could you take it off? I don’t want or like it.” Snapping her fingers, Emma says, “Drop those shorts and let me see those panties.” With no hesitation he drops his shorts and the purple panties just barely hold in place, mostly due to the cage. Frowning a bit, Emma switches to a massive smile and she says, “Well, don’t be too proud, give me a spin. Take off the shirt while you're at it, you only need that if we are in public or driving around.” Shame died when he felt proud for licking a shitty asshole clean, Slave throws the shirt to the side and slowly spins in a circle.
Looking him up and down, Emma says with an oddly serious tone, “Slave, I don’t think purple is your color. We’ll have to get you some pairs that compliment you better, those are also a tad too big for you. I am thinking red lace panties and g strings, what do you think, Slave?” Having trouble making eye contact with her during this conversation then he says, “Um, Mistress, I’ll have to take your word for that I suppose. You would know more about that than I would.” Smiling, Emma crouches down and yanks down his panties then says, “Fair enough, Slave but I really think red may be your color. When I get them for you those are the only things you will be wearing aside from the mask. Now don’t move, unless you want your dick in more pain.” Standing stone still Slave says, “I understand, Mistress. When you get them I will wear only those alongside my mask.” After a few seconds of fiddling with the lock, Emma pops it open causing it to be flung to the side. His dick quickly fully solidified within seconds and he nearly came on the spot.
Giving the head of his dick a poke, she says laughing a bit, “Damn Slave, your dick tossed that shit to the side and stood at attention! Slave, do you think you earned the right to the reward Mistress Sam recommended I give?” The pain finally gone from his trapped dick, Slave says, “Mistress, I have been good and done all you commanded to the best of my ability. If you think I earned it then I did, I would never assume I earned anything without your say so, Mistress.” Emma smiles wide, very proud of her slave and says, “You have been a very good boy and you have done all I said without fail. I suppose you have earned it. Pick up your panties and lay on the floor.” She gives the head of his dick a couple second long kiss and stands up. He moans loudly and through complete fear of cumming in her face, Slave fights the urge off and crawls to the floor. As soon as his back hit the floor he begs, “Mistress, can you please sit on my face with your perfectly plump ass? Please, Mistress!” Standing over his face, she says, “Ah I am glad to see you didn’t forget about how this works! Of course I will swallow your face with my thick cheeks, my eager Slave!” Smiling, Slave says, “Thank you, Mis…” Her ass plopping down on his face cuts off his words completely.
Emma looks over her shoulder and down at him and waits for the next step. He quickly lets out muffle begs into her ass, “Mistress, could you please fart into my nose and allow me to huff them down. Please fart Mistress, please!” Lifting up just enough to pull her panties down, Emma says, “Sure thing Slave but I want to fart into your mouth instead. Open wide and make sure that your tongue is nice and deep while you're at it.” His mouth immediately opens up around her crack and slips his tongue deep inside, licking every bit of her insides. With a light moan, Emma wiggles her ass around and says, “When you cum, make sure it’s into your purple panties. I want nothing on the floor or me.” Slave keeps exploring her asshole while holding the wadded up panties close by.
Tightly grabbing his dick, Emma says with an evil grin, “Does someone want me to fart into their mouth?” Loudly moaning, Slave’s toes begin to curl and his free hand quickly throws a thumb up. Smiling while wiggling her ass, she says, “You sure, Slave? It may be extra nasty because I’ll have to force it out for you. How does that sound, Slave?” Still moaning and now even louder, Slave gives a thumbs up while tonguing even deeper than before. Emma shrugs her shoulders and says, “Okay Slave but I don’t want to hear any whining if this goes ugly.” She flexes her asshole, locking his tongue fully inside and begins grunting. Somewhat regretting his life choices while hearing her deep grunts, Slave is thrust back into horniness as he feels a glob of spit land on the head of his dick. Emma drops her weight down fully, locking his jaw open and grunts even louder as she slowly begins to work her hand up and down. He starts breathing heavily as the hand around his cock begins to speed up. Slave is slightly shook from his horny haze as he feels a deep rumble run across his lodged tongue. With one last grunt, Emma says slightly out of breath, “Oh Slave, you're not going to like this but I expect you to take it anyway. This wasn’t meant to happen quite yet but I am too comfy to move and your mouth is lined up perfectly!”
Slave’s eyes go wide as he fully understands what she means but can do absolutely nothing about it, other than swallow. Looking into his terrified eyes, Emma laughs and says, “Oh it was going to happen sooner or later! This is only a tasting of what lays ahead if you fuck up even once.” She starts flexing her asshole and this is a nightmare he can’t wake from. His tongue is still held firmly in place and after a couple hour long seconds he feels something poke into it. Slave can’t help but to scream as he feels something solid, slimy and warm slowly slide across the top of his tongue. The taste sadly isn’t entirely new to him but it’s dialed up to an insane degree. The worst part about this is that as it slowly slithers into his mouth, Emma keeps jerking him off and he remains rock hard. She pats the top of his head and says, “Slave, no more screaming. It would be a shame if you had to swallow my shit and didn’t even get anything for it. Now swallow and thank me for feeding it to you!”
With all of his strength, Slave stops screaming and tries to relax his throat as the log seems to not plan on stopping. Tears stream down his face as he feels the log begin turning and forcing its way down further. The massive solid shit smears against his tongue and scrapes across his teeth on its way past. After a foot worth of turd passes over his tongue, Slave feels it get cut off and keep sliding downward. In his panic at just the idea of a piece of literal shit entering his mouth and being made to swallow it, he forgot all about breathing. The log is only half way down his throat and is moving extremely slowly due to it sliding down purely on its own. With a satisfied sigh, Emma says, “Slave, if you want a breath you are going to need to swallow faster. My ass doesn’t move even a little until I see it clear your throat! This should help to motivate you to swallow it faster!” Emma laughs loudly and starts rapidly jerking him off, his body is confused and very conflicted. It only takes seconds for him to give into her masterful hand and swallow hard, forcing the monster of a log the rest of the way down. Right as it leaves his throat, Slave’s dick begins throbbing as he screams into her ass. Tightly grasping the head of his dick with the panties, he cums and cums incredibly hard for the next minute straight. With every rope the panties catch, Slave’s mind clears a little more to the reality of what just happened. His mouth is coated in his Mistress’s filth and it’s nothing even close to a shart or acting as toilet paper. The post nut clarity fully sets in as the last rope splats into the purple panties.
Still holding them tight to the head of his growing soft dick, Slave lightly taps Emma’s thigh. Lifting up a little bit, Emma asks, “Have something to say, Slave?” Tears slowly dripping from his face, Slave says with a thick vacant voice, “Mistress… thank you for that… meal. I am very grateful for you… sharing it with me…” Licking her lips, Emma sadistically says, “Oh it was no problem, Slave! I am glad you enjoyed that well earned reward and desert! Now I need to wipe, do you mind Slave? You are already down there equipped with my favorite toilet paper!” Swallowing some of the left behind shit inside his mouth, Slave blankly says, “Of course, Mistress. I am right here after all. Your crack deserves the best toilet paper around, Mistress.” He mindlessly spears his tongue into her crack and starts rapidly licking up the remaining shit. Slave gets the job done in less than thirty seconds, not out of horniness but that of wanting this over with.
(No more scat past here. It will be mentioned but not done again.)
Emma stands up, dislodging his tongue with a slimy wet smack and says, “That was a very good boy! Now Slave, go brush your teeth nice and good, take your time. Make sure it’s done correctly and then come to my bedroom, I'll be waiting for you.” He slowly nods his head and cleans off his dick and says, “Yes, Mistress. I’ll get right on it right away. Where do I put these panties now?” Looking at them with disgust, Emma says, “Honestly, just throw them away. I have had them for years and don’t want to wash that much cum from anything. Now hurry up before another log comes around and you’re the closest toilet.” In a panic fueled haze, Slave quickly crawls off, tripping heavily but not slowing down even a little bit. Emma smacks him on the ass as he exits and says, “Wise choice, Slave. I think I feel another coming on!” She laughs maniacally and walks into her room, Slave on the other hand is crawling at the speed of sound away in the opposite direction.
Tripping into the second bathroom, Slave presses the door slowly shut while flat on his back. He just spends a minute staring at the ceiling as he can feel her log slowly snaking towards his belly. He lets the soiled panties drop into the trash can with a wet plop. Without looking into his mouth, Slave starts swishing mouthwash around to hopefully rapidly deaden the flavor. He does cut through the filth a bit, now it just tastes like minty shit and that is only just slightly better. He then spends twenty minutes deep cleaning his mouth, ruining the brush in the act. There still is a hint of shit clinging somewhere inside his mouth but he doesn’t want to possibly piss his Mistress off. The entire time he is in the bathroom his stomach is rumbling violently as it begins processing the ‘meal’. She didn’t even do that out of rage or punishment so he is terrified of what that would look like. Taking a deep long breath, Slave crawls out of the bathroom and heads over to Mistress’s bedroom.
Her bedroom door is cracked open, Slave crawls over and pushes it the rest of the way open. Emma is sitting on the edge of her bed while on her phone. She is wearing a loose set of pajamas with a baggy shirt. Her hair is up in a messy bun and her eyes are fixated on the screen. After a couple of minutes she looks up and with a confused smile and says, “Oh Slave, how long have you been sitting there? Why didn’t you say anything?” Without making eye contact, Slave says, “I am sorry Mistress. I just didn’t want to interrupt what you were doing. Don’t punish me, please Mistress, I wasn’t trying to disobey or anything like that.” Shaking and nearly crying, Slave falls over on his side while staring at Emma. Taking a long deep breath, Emma tosses her phone to the side and calmly says, “Come here and sit down.” Trying to quickly read her face for signs of deception but he finds none, only guilt. He crawls over and sits just out of arm's reach. Looking over at him, Emma says with a calm and slightly sad tone, “Okay Slave, that was pretty fucked up to do during a reward. You have been very good and I am sorry for turning that into a punishment.” She tosses the shorts he was wearing earlier on to his lap and continues talking, “Put those on. Mistress Sam and I will give you a real reward for being good for the last couple days tomorrow.” He slowly slides them on and shakily says, “Thank you Mistress.”
Emma stands up and walks past him then closes her door. She turns around and leans onto the door slightly and says, “Slave, I had something else planned for tonight but I have changed my mind. So you have two options, okay? You can crawl into bed and sleep next to me or you can sleep inside of my closet.” A good chunk of his fear has faded and is replaced with confusion. Slave turns to the door and with a skeptical look and asks, “Mistress, I am not talking back, but is this some sort of trick?” Walking over and crouching in front of him, Emma smiles and says, “No it is not a trick I promise. I will make you a deal, alright Slave? You keep being good and doing as I ask the best you can and I promise to not use you as a toilet again. You have been acting better than any of my other slaves have ever been. I should never have punished you for being such a loyal and good slave.”
Emma reaches forward and unzips his mask and says, “You keep to your end of the deal and you have my word I will hold to mine, sounds like a deal Slave?” She tosses it onto the nightstand and turns back to Slave with a warm smile. Stumbling over his words a bit, Slave says, “Thank you, Mistress. I will do as you say to the best of my ability. I won’t let you down, Mistress I swear.” Patting his head lightly a couple times, Emma says, “Alright Slave, hop in the bed or crawl over to the closet.” He nods his head and slides further onto the bed and slowly crawls under the covers. Emma walks over to her dresser and grabs out a condom and rubber band.
She turns to face him and tosses them onto his chest and says, “Don’t get your hopes up, Slave. That’s just to prevent you from cumming onto my blankets during the night.” Slave picks them up, flipping the covers from his waist and starts to put on the fresh ‘cum baggy’ and says, “I wouldn’t assume something like that, Mistress.” Pulling up the shorts, Slave gets back under the covers and lays down. He is still a little twitchy and untrusting of what's happening currently. Emma flips off the light and lays down in bed and says, “Good because I do feel bad, not that bad though. Now slide over here, if you are going to sleep in my bed you may as well make me more comfortable.”
Feeling extremely nervous, Slave slides over closer to her, about a foot away. Emma rolls her eyes and says, “That isn’t ‘here’, this is.” With that, Emma lifts her shirt and grabs his jaw and begins pulling him forward. He has been waiting for this to flip over to something bad, Slave quickly slides closer and tries and epicly fails to not stare at her breasts. She grabs the back of his head and guides his head between her breasts and says, “Wrap your arms around me and don’t get any funny ideas. Your mouth remains shut, understood Slave?” Feeling her shirt go over his head and most of his back, locking him in place, he quickly nods his head. Slave slips one arm under her and the other over and inside her shirt, hugging her tightly. Aside from the obvious, he is enjoying smelling her perfume without it being quickly replaced with a fart.
Emma throws the covers over the two of them and says, “Now, I don’t want to hear even a peep out of you.” She pulls him in closer and holds him in place with a hug and says, “I never sleep better than I do with a face between my boobs.” Placing her leg over and behind his back, Emma gives a tight squeeze and closes her eyes. His dick immediately hardens up once again, pressing lightly between Emma’s thighs and she says, “I best not wake up to you rubbing your dick between my thighs. I don’t care that it’s there but no funny business.” He nods his head between her boobs and moans a bit as he starts cumming. Squeezing his head between her breasts, Emma tiredly says, “Good boy, now stay quiet and still.”
Slave is having the strangest time of it today but all he can think about now are the two large pillows his face is buried in. Of all the things he thought he’d be doing as a slave, this wasn’t even five miles within that list. It’s somewhat hard to breathe but that doesn’t even bother him in the slightest. It is odd seeing the legitimately polite side of his Mistress but he isn’t complaining. He definitely felt fucked over with the previous ‘reward’ and this isn’t making up for it but it sure as fuck is helping. It’s a little bit claustrophobic being held this tightly in place but that being the worst part is quite nice. It takes him less than a minute to fall asleep, this is by far the most comfortable place he has ever slept.
DAY 7 – Good Slave
Slave awakens with his face still held firmly between his Mistress’s breasts. That was by far the best sleep he has ever gotten and may ever get. Emma shows no signs of waking so he just remains pinned to her chest without complaint. Not that he would even want to in the slightest.
Over the course of the next hour Slave is shifted around and he figures out that his cum baggy is nearly full from last night. Slave seldom was soft throughout the entire night and is currently hard as a rock, threatening to burst. The tipping point is towards the latter half of the hour when Emma squeezed his head tighter against her chest. At the same time she is slowly rubbing his face back and forth like that of a slow motion motorboat.
About five seconds into this, Slave begins moaning into her breasts as he fills the baggy the rest of the way up. All of his noises are drowned between them and he is glad that he is finally cumming to stuff that makes sense.
Shortly after he tops off the condom, Emma slowly begins to stir awake. She gives his head a few light pats and groggily says,
“Slave, are you awake?”
Mouth a bit buried, Slave slightly nods his head.
“Slave, keep being a good boy and this may just become a more normal thing. I haven’t slept that good in a long while.”
They spend the next hour in this position, both incredibly content. Emma holds his face firmly in place with her right arm while scrolling through her phone with her left. Her hair reflects just how well she’d slept. The blonde strands are tangled into something akin to a nest on the top of her head.
After an hour of pointlessly scrolling through videos, Emma lifts her shirt and yanks his head from between her breasts. She smiles down at him with great satisfaction at the two massive red marks on either side of his face and says,
“Go throw away your baggy then lay your head on my chair in the dining room.”
Emma reluctantly rolls out of the bed, smacking the floor hard. With a deep groan from somewhere just out of his view, Emma tiredly says,
“I don’t want to hear even a giggle from you…”
A week into serving her, the last thing he’d want to do is piss her off, especially via laughing at her. A few awkward seconds pass before Emma does a push up and climbs to her feet. She spins on her heels and starts stumbling towards her bathroom.
“Mistress, may I walk there so I don’t spill by mistake.”
Waving a hand over her shoulder dismissively, Emma mumbles out,
“Walk to the bathroom and crawl to my chair.”
With that the bathroom door swings slowly shut, leaving him alone in her room. He, while holding up his cum filled baggy with his hand, quickly snatches his mask off of her nightstand. With a weird waddle, Slave makes his way out of her room and into the guest bathroom. The entire walk there is uncomfortable as walking around is an oddity as of late.
Upon entering the bathroom, Slave ties off the baggy and lets it fall into the trash can with a wet plop. The trash can is filled with condoms that are filled with what Emma would call his ‘worthless sperm’. He stares down at the nasty water balloons and thinks back on the sheer amount of farts he inhaled to fill most of them up. After the moment of silence for his long since dead dignity, Slave crawls out holding his mask.
Like several days before this one, he crawls under the dining room table and places his head face up on her seat. Staring at the ceiling feeling conflicted, Slave knows he is meant to be wearing his mask but his mistress didn’t say so. Wanting to remain in her good graces, he opts to ask her before doing anything.
Slave spends the next half hour zoned out, thinking only of his mistress’s perfect pillows she calls boobs. Putting all other context and prior knowledge aside, it was one hell of a pleasant experience to say the least. Breaking him from his boob inspired trance, Slave hears a single set of bare foot falls on the tile floor in his direction. Emma briefly passes through his frame of view and she is completely naked with her wet hair spread across her shoulders. Whilst she constructs the mighty meal of cereal, Slave cautiously asks,
“Mistress, should I put my mask back on? I didn’t want to do anything without you saying so.”
“Eh, don’t bother for now. You’ll just take it right back off when you take your shower. You are a very good boy for asking, now open your mouth and be silent.”
Without question, Slave shuts up and opens wide as commanded. Once the complicated meal is constructed, Emma walks over and unceremoniously plops her ass down on her chair. She wiggles her butt a little bit to assist his mouth on finding its rightful place, around her asshole. Wasting no time, he spears his tongue deep inside her and to his surprise it is clean. He was expecting to be her toilet paper once again this morning but isn’t bitching about it not happening.
With her phone next to her bowl and a tongue lodged up her ass, Emma comfortably eats while watching videos. Tongue wiggling, jaw locked open, Slave worships his mistress’s asshole deeply and thoroughly. He is having to actively hold back the urge to burst and cum all over the kitchen floor, knowing that to be a very poor decision. Eating her ass is actually a somewhat pleasant experience when there isn’t something to lick up.
“Remember Slave, Mistress Sam is coming over this afternoon. Be on your best behavior and treat her like you did last time. You made your Mistress look very good last time and I expect the same once again, understood?”
Slave had almost forgotten about Mistress Sam coming over today. He is actually pretty excited about it, she is quite beautiful and far nicer than Emma normally is. Unable to respond in any sort of verbal manner, Slave moans into her ass as a confirmation of understanding her.
“Good boy, now she wants to reward you for being so good and felt the ‘reward’ you got yesterday wasn’t very good. I am poised to agree with her but you still need to be good for that to happen. As I said before, you shouldn’t have been punished for loyalty and following orders faithfully.”
With a mouthful of cereal, Emma spreads her cheeks further apart and wiggles her butt on his face. She looks over her shoulders and into his eyes with a hint of guilt in hers. Rubbing his bald head a few times, Emma passively says,
“Mistress Sam has a reward in mind that you are probably going to enjoy so don’t be a fuck up between now and then, okay? It would suck to have your makeup reward be taken away but I won’t hesitate if you act a fool.”
Looking back into her eyes, Slave nods his head slightly, enjoying a somewhat less sadistic Emma. She still threatened to take away another reward to probably be replaced with a horrible punishment but he has zero intention of making her do so if he can help it. A reward coming from Mistress Sam just sounds too good to piss away with acting out.
Emma pats his head a couple of times and returns to what little remains in her bowl. She is mostly just taking her time to enjoy the tongue greedily licking every inch of her insides it can touch. His ass eating skills have improved rapidly and well past what she expected of him. Alas, all things must come to an end. Emma groans and sits up off his face, launching his tongue back into his mouth with a wet slimy pop.
“Mistress, I’ll be good for my mistresses I swear. I wouldn’t want to disappoint or anger either of you.”
“And that is a wise choice, Slave. Keep with that attitude and you’ll have a good day. Now eat some cereal, shower, brush your teeth, and wash your mask real good. Then return to my bedroom afterwards. Now give my crack a kiss and step to it.”
Without any real thought, Slave grasps both of her thick cheeks and spreads them apart. He presses his lips to her ring and holds them firmly in place for several seconds. Once his lips disconnect from her asshole, long strands of spit bridge the gap between them. It took quite a bit of willpower to not bust a nut all over her legs throughout the sloppy mess. She gives him a kiss on the forehead and walks off to her room, making sure to sway her hips to further fuck with his mind.
He snatches his mask off the ground next to him after examining his exiting mistress. Crawling out from under the table, Slave quickly constructs a bowl and rapidly devours it within mere minutes. He doesn’t know how to feel about loving his meal more due to the taste of his mistress’s asshole clinging to his tongue. With renewed faith in his mistress’s punishment/reward system, he crawls off to complete what she has ordered.
Same as all the days before this one, Slave showers, brushes his teeth and gives his mask a good scrubbing. This all took him right around ten minutes to complete. He slips on and zips the mask back onto his face then crawls naked back to his mistress’s bedroom. The door is cracked open and she is wearing only a see through pair of red lace panties.
“Slave, get on your knees, I need a stool while I try on some outfits for later. Assume the position.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
He crawls over to the foot of her bed and gets down on his knees with his arms bracing him from behind. She snatches a pair of socks and a matching red bra out of her drawer. Even with his mixed feelings about his mistress, Slave can’t help but to enjoy watching her breasts bounce with even the slightest movement. His mouth salivates at the sight of her thick ass swallowing up her panties a bit more with every step.
Emma walks in front of him and slides her fingers under her ass cleavage, giving each cheek a jiggle. Like a moth to a flame, Slave can’t pull his eyes from the spectacle that is his mistress’s thickness. Looking over her shoulder and down at his wide eyes, Emma pats his forehead a few times and then spreads her cheeks far apart.
His eyes are unable to pull away from the rapidly closing in ass to his face. A fleshy smack rings out as she plops her full weight down with no hesitation. He lets out a light groan from the heavy impact and his arms shake as he strains to adjust to the additional weight. Slave’s nose is completely buried in her barely covered crack, the thin panties giving little to no resistance. Mouth is smooshed shut with zero hope of getting a breath from either it or his nose. Smothering under her ass isn’t remotely a new concept to him but he is never ready for it. As much as he doesn’t enjoy the smothering, Slave is hard as a rock and twitching every so often.
Whilst sitting upon her living stool, Emma scoops up each breast with the cups of her bra. She takes her sweet time strapping it on, enjoying the grunts for air emanating from between her cheeks. They go unanswered as she slowly slips each one of her socks on. After a couple of minutes spent doing an incredibly simple task Emma looks down at him with a smile and says,
“You look to be struggling a bit down there, Slave. Your face is getting pretty red, do you need a breath?”
Arms trembling even more now as he is fighting to remain conscious beneath her, not wanting to drop his mistress by mistake. He begins letting out incoherent muffled begs into her ass for even the slightest scrap of air. Maybe having thirty seconds of consciousness remaining, Slave’s begs grow frantic and even more akin to gibberish.
“Hmmm, whelp since I never heard the word ‘air’ in whatever the hell that was, you’ll have to settle for this.”
With a slight grunt, Emma lets out a meaty fart directly into his lodged nose, piping it inside with no effort on his end. Definitely not what he was begging for but he knows bitching will get him nowhere good in a hurry. Snorting up what little didn’t force its way inside his nose, Slave lets out a pathetic whimper as he fights like crazy to not cum all over her carpet. The part he hates about this is that the fart actually provided him enough air to remain awake for a while longer.
“Slave, you best not cum on my floor. I may feel bad about yesterday but I’ll still punish you for cumming without my permission. Here is some more ‘air’ for those greedy lungs.”
Not even a second later, Emma lets out a massive meaty blast right in his nose. He rapidly begins sniffing as soon as he feels it rumble against his lodged nose. The farts weigh heavy inside of his lungs, causing him to cough slightly on the toxic cloud. He whimpers a few more times as his body shakes harder in the attempt to fight his prior conditioning. A single bead of precum leaks out of his dick as it painfully twitches, begging to explode.
Emma’s filthy gas is the air he never wanted but it isn’t like she gives a shit in the slightest. She wiggles his moistened nose deeper into her asshole and then bounces a few times, causing him to nearly collapse. Lifting up off his face, Emma’s panties are deep in her ass via a nose based wedgie. Out of breath, Slave remains in place coughing and weakly says,
“Thank you for giving me that air, Mistress.”
“Oh not a problem, Slave. You know I always have some for you whenever you need or want it. Now stay right there and tell me which outfit you think would look better on your mistress.”
“Yes Mistress.”
She then walks off to her closet and begins looking for some options. After a couple of minutes of sorting through her choices, Emma returns holding a maroon sundress and a black skirt. Taking turns holding both to her body, Emma then says,
“I know either option would look fantastic but what one do you think would look better?”
“I think the dress would hug your curves and show you off best, my Mistress.”
“Huh, fair point. I’ll put that on it a bit but for now you are going to spend some time strapped between my cheeks. I am feeling gassy and don’t want to sniff any of it,” she spreads her cheeks apart and continues, “Wedge your face in my ass, Slave and I’ll get you strapped in.”
Without a single thought rolling through his mind, Slave launches up and presses his face deep into her ass. Emma lets go of her cheeks and begins strapping his head into place with the smother harness. She makes sure his nose is lined up perfectly with her asshole and then tightens all the straps, lodging his nose deep inside her. Giving his head a few pats, Emma smiles and says,
“You can breathe through your mouth but every last fart better get sucked into your lungs. I know you’ll want to but no cumming while you sniff them up. You need to learn at least a little self control when it comes to my farts. It’ll be hard but it is just something you’ll need to deal with. Speaking of…”
A long rumbling eggy fart is pumped right into his snorting nose. His nose is rapidly heated up as it nearly freely flows inside of it. As her filth fills his lungs his dick painfully twitches, causing Slave to whimper into her thick cheeks. As gross as Emma’s farts still are, the urge to cum and then the fight to resist is far worse.
“That one was nasty, I bet your dick loved every last molecule of it! I am going to get some house work done, you just keep huffing up my fumes like a good boy.”
Mirroring one of the earlier days of his servitude, Slave begins quickly crawling behind his mistress as she casually walks out of her room. Every one of her steps works his face side to side, causing his nose to aggressively flirt with her crack. Aside from the obvious ‘meal’ he was subjected to this is probably his least favorite activity they have done together. It wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t have to sprint crawl along after her or be momentarily dragged. It doesn’t feel too good to be constantly pulled across carpeted floors, it’s a little toasty on his knees.
Emma marches off to do some laundry and mid stride she pumps out three meaty farts rapid fire. Luckily he doesn’t ever have to guess when she lets one or in this case three loose. Her asshole flexes and attempts to further devour his already wedged nose just before each release. So at least Slave doesn’t have to just mindlessly snort her crack like it is crack to insure all of it gets inhaled.
The first two just made his dick throb as they were sucked in. The last was slightly wet and his slutty confused dick nearly betrayed him via painting Emma’s legs pale white. Slave quietly lets out pathetic little whimpers throughout the whole ordeal and for a couple moments after.
“Oh what's wrong? Was that last one too hot and wet for you? Nearly bust all over the floor from my vile puff of air? Don’t worry Slave, there is a lot more where that came from, I promise you that.”
His dick painfully throbs causing him to whimper at her words, as revolting as they were, her tone was incredibly arousing. Emma somehow makes even the most disgusting things sound appealing and possibly even desirable. She giggles at his pitiful little whines, savoring every last sound.
After a few dozen more steps, Emma starts sorting through a pile of dirty clothes as if there isn’t a person crawling face deep in her ass. She begins whistling to herself and every so often, Emma either wiggles her butt or presses on the back of his head to get his nose just a little deeper. Grabbing a load, Emma dumps it in the washer and starts it up. She then turns around and walks off to the kitchen to wash up some dishes and says.
“This one is going to be a big one I just know it! Really deep sniffs, I don’t want you to miss out on even the smallest bit!”
True to her word, Emma as she is walking, releases a long rumbling eggy blast right into his lodged sniffing nose. Honestly sniffing is nearly unnecessary due to the depth and the pressure seal created by the tightness of the harness. The tip of his nose is kept incredibly warm and moist from the stream of gas Emma is casually pumping out. It feels as though her ass is a respirator, feeding him a steady flow of ‘air’ to breathe. To further realize this idea all she’d need to do is gag him, leaving her asshole to be the sole source of his oxygen. Luckily for him this idea wasn’t running through her head, otherwise he’d be having a far worse time of it.
His whimpers grow more pathetic and frantic by the second. Another bead of pre-cum runs down his throbbing dick, causing him to nearly come to tears from the pain shooting through it. His body is screaming to follow its natural urges to splatter all over the kitchen floor but his brain screams for the exact opposite. As nice as it would feel to relieve the pressure build up, Slave knows just how sadistic and cruel she is capable of being.
“I am impressed and proud of my fart snorting Slave! You haven't missed a single bit of the filthy gas exiting my crack and have yet to cum all over the floor! I thought you’d have fucked up by now but you have been a very good boy back there!”
Her ass is vigorously jiggling to match her intense scrubbing, making his face shake slightly side to side. During scrubbing off the particularly stuck on gunk, Emma releases quick little bubbling farts at a near constant rate. He ends up sniffing for almost a minute straight but manages to snort it all down as expected. The entire time she is washing Slave is barely keeping the inner cum goblin at bay. And that little bastard is trying his damndest to break free and all over the cupboards. Putting the last dish onto the drying rack, Emma dries off her hands and says,
“Alright Slave, I want to relax for a bit before Mistress Sam gets here.”
Walking into the living room, Emma then goes to have a seat on the couch. She rubs the back of his head deeper between her cheeks and firmly states,
“Crawl closer and between my legs, directly underneath me.”
Slave quickly crawls forward and into place, sitting on his folded legs. Emma with no warning, backs up and takes a seat on his face. Face now pinned firmly between the couch and her ass, Slave’s prior nightmare is coming to fruition. His mouth, his only source of oxygen, is now buried and mashed shut by Emma's crotch. He begins whimpering and tapping her thighs frantically.
“Hmm, I suppose you are getting nothing in your lungs right about now? Your options are quite limited and by that I mean one, huffing my farts. I could help you out here if you’d like.”
Wanting none of this but needing something to breathe, Slave whimpers and begins letting out heavily muffled begs. Not a single word escapes the depths of her jiggly thickness resembling anything close to English but the intent is pretty clear.
“I have no clue what you said but you seem to be attempting some sort of communication. How about this, one tap for no and exactly seven for yes.”
Even in his fractured mind, a pissed off Mason rises from the ashes momentarily to carry an internal dialog,
Mason: “You fucking pussy, are you really begging to inhale Emma’s farts as your air!? You’ve got to be shitting me.”
Slave: “It’s not like I want this either! You did plenty of begging yourself! Got us on camera snorting a fart while being jerked off! And your dumbass begged for Mistress’s fart!”
Mason: “That’s different you dick, at least we got some pleasure from it! You are just gonna snort it down just for a few extra seconds of consciousness. You are fucking pathetic and her damn name is Emma!”
Mason / Slave: (Both say this simultaneously to each other) “I fucking hate you…”
Emma remains seated, awaiting some tapping in response to her question but none come. Eyebrow raised, she looks over her shoulder to see his eyes open and blankly staring at the ceiling. She just watches his eyes randomly switch expressions all while never acknowledging her staring. Slave then just falls limp, prompting Emma to freak out a bit while rapidly loosening the straps holding him in place.
Mason: “I didn’t mean just do nothing! You’re on your fucking own, I am going to hang out in some memory at least a week ago. Good luck dipshit…”
Emma stands up and his unconscious body immediately takes a deep breath. She lets out a loud sigh of relief and begins tapping his cheek with her hand. A few seconds into this, Slave rapidly comes to, eyes darting around the room. With both confusion and concern on her face, Emma says,
“Bold move picking the passing out route, didn’t think you had it in you.”
Emma scoops up his head and legs, laying him down on his side on the couch. She while still very confused, shakes her head and says,
“Just lay there for a bit, I don’t need you dying on me. I know I was being a dick but I wasn’t going to let you suffocate. You seemed hell bent on passing out, breathe and be less dumb next time.”
She after a long few seconds of observing him walks off towards her room. With the self burn Mason just handed himself still in the forefront of his mind, he just takes deep breaths while thinking,
Slave: “The fucking balls on that guy…”
He remains on his side on the couch just enjoying the absence of sniffing farts. These moments have been sparse as of late and he isn’t going to fuck it up by drawing attention to himself. Emma leaves him on the couch and does a few more chores. He watches her walk in and out of his view for the next couple of hours. At some point during the later half of the two hours Emma changes into her dress and does her makeup.
A knock at the door shakes him from his deep zoning out session. Emma rushes over and swings the door open, giving Sam a big hug and says,
“Come on in! I got your bodysuit all cleaned up and dried off. It is laying on my bed.”
“It’s nice to see you too but what is this “reward gone wrong” you texted me about?”
“Oh we don’t need to get into specifics. I just needed some help from my friend to carry out a proper reward.”
“Sure sure, that sounds like the entire story in graphic detail. As much as I believe that and I totally do, I’m going to ask your possible victim. You know, make sure the stories line up. Where is my good boy?”
“He is laying on the couch, probably taking a nap. It is probably a sign to let him have a rest don’t you think?”
Sam frowns, walking past her and sees Slave right where Emma had left him. Laying on the couch with the smother harness still cupping the back of his head but held to nothing aside air. Yet it remained exactly where it was the moment she had loosened his head from her thick ass. Sam gives him a half smile and tosses the harness aside. Slave was ninety nine percent sure his mistress wouldn’t have cared about him moving the straps off of his face but that one percent chance isn’t worth risking the punishment it would bring alongside it.
She leans down, giving his forehead a kiss and with a sorry look across her face she says,
“I heard that yesterdays ‘gift’ you had earned wasn’t good and I think that was simply awful to hear. You did such a good job just to get screwed over. Now you need to tell me what happened and don’t hold anything back.”
His eyes go wide and he immediately looks to Emma while terrified to utter a single word. Sam grabs his chin and lightly pulls him back to face her. With a polite yet firm tone she says,
“Now I know speaking against your mistress is never a smart move but I need to know what happened and I doubt she’ll tell me. So please tell me what happened to my good boy.”
Emma takes a long deep breath and slowly says with defeat,
“Go ahead and answer her question. You won’t get in trouble for saying what happened, I promise.”
He begins sweating hard and shaking slightly. Slave looks into Sam’s eyes and can see a hint of anger but doesn’t feel like it’s towards him. This gives him a strange feeling of safety. Leaning up slightly and with an uneven tone, he whispers into her ear. Sam gently places a hand on his shoulder, listening intently.
Over the course of the next minute Sam’s face slowly contorts into one of disgust and rage. Every last word is fanning the raging inferno that is Sam. Slave is genuinely afraid to keep going but doesn’t think stopping would be a bright choice given the rage radiating off her. The warm soft hand resting on his shoulder is now sweating and twitching at the last few sentences. Hearing every last detail of the event of the previous day she sweetly kisses him on his lips and turns her attention to Emma.
“What in the blue fuck is wrong with you!? He was such a good boy and you do that to him!? Why should he even listen if the so-called ‘rewards’ are just punishments!?”
Emma, not used to seeing this side of her soft spoken friend is stunned, not normally on this side of the yelling. She frowns slightly with a look of guilt plastered across her face, not knowing what to say. Sam shakes her head and turns back to him to say,
“I’ll make sure you get an even better reward than I originally intended. Good boys shouldn’t have to go through that sort of punishment. And you were a very good boy for me while I was here last.”
“Th-thank you, Mistress Sam.”
Emma, slightly red in the face says,
“Sam, I know that wasn’t fair for his level of loyalty and obedience. I told him last night that I wouldn’t do that to him again and let him sleep cuddled between my breasts.”
Sam squints in Emma's direction and slowly says,
“Since you can’t be trusted to hand out the reward that I said he could originally have, I’ll be leading this one. All you needed to do is give him a handjob or something!”
Both parts impressed and insulted, Emma grits her teeth and says,
“Fine, you are right! Go ahead and lead the way. You are lucky I like you Sam…”
Raising a brow, Sam sassily says,
“Hey don’t get pissy with me girl, you were the one acting a fool, dishing out cruelty.”
At this point Slave’s eyes go wide at the two women about to seemingly fight over him, of all people. It is quite nice to have someone checking Emma on some of her terrible actions. Knowing better than to speak or even make eye contact, he just stares at the floor.
“Sam, I have already agreed to let you take the reins here, let's not turn this into a clash of egos. I can’t say anything that hasn’t already been said. You sure have grown a massive pair of balls in a short amount of time, Samantha.”
“Well, I wouldn’t have to be such a bitch if you had just… Just, follow me the both of you.”
Sam holds his hand and leads him into Emma’s bedroom, sitting down next to the smotherbox. She pats the lid and says,
“My good boy, go ahead and put your head inside for me please. Then we will get you strapped in and ready for your reward, sound good?”
“Yes Mistress Sam, that sounds good.”
He opens up the lid and lays down, slotting his head inside. Sam takes a seat on his chest, sweetly smiling down at him as she locks the lid and shackles his wrists to the sides of the box. She kisses him on the lips for a couple seconds, causing his brain to damn near implode and then Sam says,
“Okay Emma, have a seat on this good boy's face and we can get started.”
Emma stands over the box and begins using the foot pedal to make his face rise out of the lid. She plops down on his face and wiggles around until his nose is flush with her crack. Between the kiss and the thick ass on his face, Slave’s brain isn’t working to its full potential. Long since softened from the prior argument, a few deep sniffs and his dick soon hardens once again.
Sam sits down between his spread legs, gently rubbing his inner thighs causing him to take a sharp inhale and jump slightly. She then smiles at his reaction and gives his now very hard member a kiss on the head then cheerfully says,
“Don’t worry, you are going to have a really good time! You just keep sniffing Mistress Emma’s ass and keep those legs still, I’ll handle the rest.”
The thigh rubbing and kiss are painting one hell of a picture in his mind, one that he very much hopes is at least half true. It would fulfill the dream of every single guy that ever had a class taught by Sam. She keeps eye to dick contact and pulls her hair up into a ponytail, causing Emma to raise an eyebrow.
He is hesitant at first to even humor the idea due to whose crack he is currently greedily sniffing and her love to torment him. To him this just has to be some big messed up joke and he’ll be the only one not laughing. All of those doubts are thrown to the side once he feels a sudden wet warmth envelop his dick. Emma’s eyes go wide and she nearly shouts with shock,
“Holy shit Sam! This isn’t what I had in mind at all! I thought you were just going to jerk him off a few times! Don’t let me stop you, it’s your mouth and a reward of your choosing I suppose.”
He has been in some intense lust fueled hazes in the recent past but this takes the cake in a couple ways. The only thought marbles rolling around in his mostly empty noggin are,
“Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck, I am getting blown by Miss Bailey!”
(From the deepest recesses of his mind a single set of rapidly closing footfalls can be heard.)
Mason: “Wait a fucking minute! What is going on over here?”
Slave: “Shut the fuck up or piss off! Don’t ruin this!”
Mason / Slave: (Both say this simultaneously to each other) Well, stop talking then!
After a few seconds of swirling her tongue around the head of his dick, Sam pulls her head away, making sure to make a loud pop and says,
“Slave, you are allowed to cum, not that you’ll be able to stop yourself anyway. You're damn right it is my reward to give, Emma! He is a good boy and deserves this so you just sit still and look pretty!”
Emma frowns but also blushes slightly and says,
“To think just a couple of days ago you were scared to sit on his face. Now you are blowing him and talking shit to me at the same time. If I wasn’t so proud I’d be pissed.”
With the head of his dick in her mouth, Sam cheekily says,
“You only have yourself to blame for it all Emma.”
She then plunges her head down, balls deep with her hands on his hips, causing him to loudly moan into Emma’s ass. His toes curl into the carpet and his arms flail uselessly against the shackles. Sam in turn responds by bobbing up and down slowly, coating his dick with even more of her warm spit.
Not even a minute into this and he is already letting out muffled pleasure filled screams into Emma’s ass. Sam, without skipping a beat, spears his dick deep into her throat and begins swallowing rope after spewed rope. He lightly thrusts further into her throat to the rhythm of each of her loud gulps. Throughout, Slave was taking long deep sniffs of Emma’s crack, only adding more to the amount flowing down Sam’s throat.
He then falls limp after Sam’s successful milking but she just keeps on bobbing up and down. Just as his dick attempted to soften, the warm moist depths of Sam’s throat convinced it otherwise. This time she is going far faster with a fuck ton of spit leaking out and being spattered all over his crotch.
Emma is just staring down at these events unfolding and is honestly feeling a little jealous. She has had some freaky shit done to herself over the years but obviously not this. Mourning the thoughts of Sam sucking the life out of her nonexistent dick, Emma gets unnecessarily petty.
She waits a couple of minutes after the first eruption and begins cooking up something fierce. With a loud grunt, Emma unleashes hell upon the highly distracted nose buried between her cheeks. A long wet meaty blast slams into Slave’s nose, forcing its way inside and flooding into everywhere it can reach. His brain unwillingly kicks back into her fart huffer mode and he loudly snorts up the entirety of the monster.
Sam stares daggers up at Emma’s less than innocent face and goes to give her a mouth full of a different sort. Right as she begins to lift enough to speak, Slave lets out another pleasure filled scream into Emma’s thickness. She in turn, whilst keeping eye contact with Emma, plunges his dick deep back in her throat. Unknowingly causing further jealousy, Sam deftly swallows it all to match the pace he produces it.
Luckily for him the blowjob and him being somewhat used to the constant farting, doesn’t lose all that much enjoyment. Thirty seconds of moaning, swallowing, and intense eye contact pass by before Sam pulls up and says,
“Emma, you just had to find a way to ruin this. Don’t you dare try to say it was some sort of accident,” she then mimics Emma’s voice and says, “Oh it really just slipped out I swear!”
Emma frowns at the two pronged attack and says,
“I may be an ass but that was just rude.”
“I was giving a fucking blowjob and you dropped a damn nuke on his face! Me being rude or not doesn’t apply here!”
Sam gives him a kiss on his stomach and says,
“I’ll make sure you get the right rewards from now on, Slave. Since someone can’t seem to handle it!”
Looking her up and down, Emma stands up and crosses her arms. Squinting down at Sam, she says,
“Okay! You don’t have to keep beating the dead horse! Now if you are done yelling at me Miss Bailey, would you like to go get something to eat with me?”
“I suppose you are free from my wrath for now, Emma. Lead the way,” she crawls across his chest and gives him a kiss on the lips then whispers, “I’ll bring you back something.”
Both women head towards the door and Emma says,
“You should probably wash off your face. There is quite the mess, ” she gestures to Sam's entire face and says ”Just a little bit here and there.”
They both begin laughing as they exit the room, leaving him locked inside the same box that his journey began in. Spit all over his crotch, he slowly begins to drift into a deep sleep. Turns out getting your balls nearly sucked dry and snorting a monstrous fart is tiring business. The last thought to cross his barely conscious mind is,
“Holy fuck, all of that and it was just the first week of who knows how many…”