By: DeepDesiresFulfilled
PROLOGUE
Emma and Mason, stepmother and stepson to each other have never gotten along, but not for a lack of her trying. Mason has always given her the cold and sometimes hostile shoulder, no matter what she has tried to do. After several years of this cycle, his father tragically died in a freak cheese grater accident, leaving only the two of them.
Shredded cheese aside, Mason’s attitude only got worse toward Emma, somehow worsening even further with each passing day. This all culminated into a massive yelling match a couple days before his nineteenth birthday, where he called her a and I quote ‘dumb whore with a dump truck ass.’ The dump truck ass bit honestly didn’t phase her all that much, but when combined with the whore portion, it lit a fire under her ‘dump truck ass.’
She’d pretty much been over trying to befriend him a while back, but this blew what remained of that bridge to dust instantly. Emma had once been really into domination and humiliating her sexual partners, but hadn’t even thought about it in years, well, not until now that is. A plan had formed in her sadistic mind. A plan to turn her rude and useless stepson into a submissive slave to her will. And with one hard hit to the back of the head, Emma started Mason’s unwilling transformation into her newest bitch.
Ready or not, and he sure as shit isn’t at all fucking ready, here Mistress Emma comes.
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Engulfed in the cold embrace of unconsciousness, Mason lays motionless upon the floor. His wrists and ankles are affixed with leather restraints, those of which are bolted down to the floor. His head is snuggly encapsulated within a padded box with his face extending out of an oval shaped hole at its center. A strip of duct tape securely holds a gag in his mouth, filling all and any free space.
Not to mention, Mason is completely naked, save for the tape sealing his lips. And that isn’t doing too much work on his lower half. And and that would be a very weird way to tape someone’s mouth shut.
Steam gently seeps out of the cracked open door a few feet away from his boxed up noggin. Emma, his stepmother, steps out of the mist filled bathroom, torso concealed beneath a dampened blue towel. She drops the clothes she’d been wearing previously onto his bare chest. Leaving only a pair of well worn, sweat soaked purple panties remaining in her grasp, dangling from her dainty fingertips.
The crotch of them is dotted with a ‘healthy’ amount of stains, to the point where it is pretty obvious she’d been wearing them for at least a few days back to back. The signs are rather damning that they had probably spent a great many of those days wedged deep between her thick, muscular ass cheeks. The main one being the localized brown stripes inside the rear of them. Although part of her plan, they’d wound up far more vile than she’d originally intended, but the more the merrier. Merry for only her that is.
Her face contorts into that of disgust following a small whiff of the vile panties, prompting her to immediately pull them away from her face, rapidly pinching her nose shut before any more of the stench infects her lungs. Emma looks down at the unconscious and immobilized face of Mason, thinking to herself,
“Hmmm, I think I may have overkilled it a bit on the run today. And yesterday’s… and the day before that as well… Oh you definitely aren’t going to like this...”
Emma shrugs, casually flips the pair inside out and drapes them over his exposed face, the brown stains aligned squarely with his nose. After a couple of minor adjustments, Mason’s face is entirely concealed beneath her dampened panties. As they essentially cling wrap themselves to his skin as they settle fully into place. The sweat darkened purple panties contouring perfectly to all of his features, as if she’d been using them to create a cast of his face.
It only takes a couple of inhales before Mason’s limp body springs back to life, both hands attempting and failing to come to his aid as they draw his chained wrists taut. He lets out a muffled grunt of confusion as his eyes flutter open to a very purple heavy hue of the ceiling. Although barely, Mason can make out the smiling face of Emma hovering a few feet above him.
“Ah, look who decided to join us! I thought these would do the trick!”
She pokes the tip of his nose through the dirty pair, ignoring his distressed grunts as she continues,
“I’ll explain it all to you tomorrow morning. You just sit tight, not that you can move anyway, and keep on sniffing my nasty ass panties. Good night, Mason.”
All at once, Mason’s arms and legs halt their pointless struggles, falling slack in their binds. He doesn’t even get a moment to fully process the words “my nasty ass panties” before Emma winks and blows a kiss, walking out of his narrow field of view. Feeling just about every emotion known to man all at once, Mason screams into his gag for more information that isn’t coming.
Emma, a few moments later, walks back into view fully naked and looking very irritated. Without as much as a word, she stomps on his defenseless balls, shutting him up immediately, save for the many muffled coughs and whimpers. Keeping his nuts beneath her sole, Emma shifts a majority of her weight to that foot, threatening to smash them flat as she presses a finger to her lips. Lacking even a shred of compassion and with an out of place calmness, Emma says,
“Make another fucking noise and I’ll pop them like grapes. Sniff twice if you understand.”
Too busy focusing upon his battered balls, Mason hesitates to sniff, prompting Emma to grind her foot side to side, alternating between each of her now pissed off words,
“Do!”
grinds left
“You!”
grinds right
“Under!”
grinds left
“Fucking!”
grinds right
“Stand?!”
Stomp
To really run her point home, the last grind of her foot instead turns into a full on stomp, causing Mason to choke on his gag. With tears soaking to the purple cloth from the immeasurable, white hot pain in a place only meant to be treated with kindness, Mason rapidly and without delay, deeply sniffs her dirty panties as many times as possible. Emma’s rage immediately flips off, morphing into a big smile, unpinning his misfortunate, yet still cylindrical testicals from under her foot,
“Good boy. Now, if I hear a single sound come out of your thong-filled mouth, your balls will be paying dearly. That wasn’t even a real hit. You’ll wish for stomps like that after tomorrow…”
Without quite grasping the words ‘thong-filled,’ Mason quickly sniffs the musty panties twice more to show his understanding, not making that same mistake again. Even after her attempted steaming rolling of his balls, Mason couldn’t help but to steal glances of her bare bouncing breasts following each strike. The pain manages to hold any actual arousal at bay, his dick being far too confused to know what to do. Emma’s perfect tits are now deeply etched into his mind, filed under both ‘sexy’ & ‘disturbing.’ Mason internally struggles,
“Why… Why does she have to have a nice body? Here I am, trapped in whatever the fuck this thing is, trying my hardest not to get a hard on. I can’t give that crazy bitch that satisfaction. But the way they moved…”
Having said her piece and made her point crystal clear, Emma lets out a big yawn as she stands up and stumbles tiredly towards her dresser. It isn’t until he hears the squeak of her drawer being pulled out, does Mason snap out of his horny haze, understanding the other half of her statement now. His tongue idly grazing what he now knows to be the lace of a dirty thong is what puts the final nail in this highly fucked coffin.
Emma, after several moments of contemplation, plucks out a pair of hot pink cotton panties and lets the elastic band snap against her waist as she pulls them over her thick pale cheeks. As well as slipping into an oversized white t-shirt, Emma entirely ignores the naked person chained to the floor at the foot of her bed, acting as though nothing is wrong with the situation. Flopping onto her mattress, she crawls under the silky smooth covers and sighs comfortably, allowing her heavy eyelids to close.
Quietly sniffing as to avoid Emma’s wrath, Mason stares up at the slow turning ceiling fan overhead, thinking to himself,
“This is absolutely horrible. All I can taste, see, and feel is that crazy bitch’s nasty ass panties! Please, for the love of god, make this all be one big and crazy dream…”
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Alas, Mason has no such luck, well not the sort of luck he is currently looking for.
Sleep doesn’t come easily and barely at all for Mason, his senses being too overwhelmed by Emma’s powerful ass stench to allow it. She, on the other hand, gets some of the best sleep she's gotten in years. The idea of no longer giving a shit and being able to channel her inner demon on her fresh victim lulls her into a peaceful and restful slumber.
Not so much for him though. Right as light crests the horizon, Mason finally manages to fall asleep, or rather pass out from complete and utter exhaustion, totally unprepared for whatever is coming his way.
PART 1 – Broken In Hard
Emma lays curled up at the center of her bed, engulfed within her several blankets, sleeping like a… I would say angel, but that shit just isn’t true. She is something closer to a succubus with anger issues and a lack of patience. Her hair is a total mess of noodles atop her head and she’s drooling a puddle onto her pillow.
Startled awake by her phone alarm going off, Emma fumbles around with her eyes still closed as she tries to shut it off. And with a long groan, she rolls off of her bed and stumbles towards the bathroom to get ready for the day.
And like a fucking wizard, Emma walks back out of the bathroom a handful of minutes later wearing her workout clothes, looking as though the gremlin she awoke as never even existed in the first place.
She kneels down beside his head as she looks through her phone for today’s running playlist. After a few moments of Emma looking over his shackles and the lock securing his head within in the jet black box, she puts her hair up in a ponytail, quietly saying mostly to herself,
“Now, you be a good boy and stay right there, I’ll be right back…”
Emma’s voice trails off as she slides out of her bedroom, locking her door from the outside, leaving the already fucked Mason more trapped than before.
Rhythmically, Mason sucks the soiled material of her panties into his nostrils, then released a moment later. One hundred percent of his breaths throughout the night have come directly through them, tainting every last one with yesterday’s ass stench. To say they are affecting his dreams would be an understatement of not so insignificant proportions.
All of his thoughts are being filtered through the purple hue of the panties that cling to his face like a 2D face hugger. Monochromatically, Mason thinks of only two things; Emma’s vile, bitter tasting, unbearably reeking ass and the general fear of whatever is in store for himself in the encroaching future.
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Hour I
Trial By Fire
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Mason’s tired eyes finally open, lids dark and heavy from the less than stellar ‘sleep’ he’d gotten. He groans to himself, coming to the realization that yesterday was indeed a thing and did happen. His arms are extremely sore from limply hanging at either side of his fully encapsulated head, inflamed from the long hours of endless discomfort.
Irritated by his current predicament, Mason begins rapidly shaking his arms and legs, causing the chains to discordantly sing the song of their people. His grunts and groans begin picking up intensity with every second of not being acknowledged by his captor. Not having thought out his ‘plan’ in the slightest, he continues his pointless struggles, only to be interrupted by a distant yell,
“Shut the fuck up damn it! I won’t tell you twice, Mason!”
Mason entirely ignores the rather cut and dry warning, too enraged to realize the by-product of the fit he is throwing. Still hearing the clanking of chains throughout the house, Emma wraps her earbuds around her phone and drops them onto the dining room table. The sounds of chains rattling grow louder as she begins speed walking across the house, not even an ounce of mercy in her bright blue eyes.
A few moments later, Emma’s sweat covered face looms over his, drops soaking into his panty mask as she places her cool foot on his defenseless sack, causing the skin to shrivel upon contact. With a terrible amount of precision, she leans just enough weight on his testicals to cause mass discomfort, but not quite painful as she coldly barks,
“What part of shut the fuck up isn’t clicking in your puny brain? Do you think I won’t smash your balls into paste or something? Do you need me to show just how mistaken you are, Dumbfuck?”
With wide eyes, Mason’s whimpers and groans cease immediately, terrified for the sake of his already beaten and battered balls. The fear in his eyes only invigorates his captor, further fueling Emma’s starving sadism. Licking her salty lips, beyond satisfied with his prompt submission, she taps her foot and speaks in a low, sultry tone,
“See, was that so hard? You do what I say, when I say it and I’ll be far nicer. Now, I’m going to rip the tape off of your mouth. Don’t make a single fucking sound. Not even a tiny wince of pain. Sniff deeply twice if you understand what I’ve just told you.”
To say Mason is conflicted would be a ginormous understatement. He is obviously scared of the blue eyed hellspawn above him, but he also doesn’t want to just submit to being her bitch either. After a few seconds of staring up at her, Mason reluctantly takes two deep sniffs of her dirty panties as he was told.
SNIFF
SNIFF
Emma smiles slightly, wiping the excess sweat from her brow with the backside of her hand as she cheekily states,
“That one is free, but when I tell you to do anything, I want it done at that moment, no thinking or hesitation.”
Emma uncovers just his mouth and without any fan fair, tugs the duct tape off of his lips with a resounding rip. Unprepared, Mason just barely is able to choke back even the slightest of whimpers as scores of hairs are abruptly uprooted.
“Open up and those teeth better not even as much as graze my fingers, got it?”
Like a good little bitch should, Mason opens his mouth wide, his jaw trembling slightly as it strains to stay put. Grinning to herself, Emma, one by one hooks each thong out of her personal washing machine’s mouth, letting each fall beside the box in a wet heap.
plop
splat
plap
smack
Four lace thongs are fished out of his wide open mouth as follows: Red, black, pink, and white, each soaked through completely with his spit. Scooping up the purple panties, Emma presses their reversed crotch to his tongue, roughly scrubbing. The first half-dozen passes are like sandpaper, rubbing his slimy tongue raw. Although gagging uncontrollably, Mason, against all odds, keeps his mouth open and teeth far from her skin as she carelessly scrubs away. In the most condescending voice she can muster, Emma verbally rubs it in as much as physically,
“Who’s my little panty licker? Oh, well you of course! Well, you aren’t really licking, huh? How about you make yourself useful and start licking them, my fingers are getting tired.”
Not daring to bite her, Mason stares directly into her eyes, her panties still against his tongue and doesn’t shift whatsoever. Emma’s smile steadily fades with every second that passes without his tongue doing as she ‘asked’. Deeply sighing, she shakes her head and shoves them the rest of the way into his mouth as she states,
“And here I thought you’d actually may have learned something overnight, but I was obviously mistaken. What a silly bitch I must be for thinking such a thing. Now I guess I have to break you in… hard.”
Mason rapidly whimpers into her ripe panties, heavily regretting his inaction and begging for a second chance that isn’t coming. What he does get is four stomps on his exposed balls as she angrily screeches,
“I said…”
stomp
“...shut the…”
stomp
“...fuck up…”
stomp
“...you absolute…”
stomp
“...dumbfuck!”
Nearly puking in his panty filled mouth, Mason’s eyes heavily water from both the overwhelming pain and vile taste stuck against his tongue. A dumbfuck he may be, but Mason doesn’t make another sound, not even an imperceivable cough. As much as his body wishes to scream many an obscenity into his gag, but self preservation for his balls won out.
Throughout the moments following the attempted buttering of his nuts, Emma is smoothing a fresh strip of duct tape across his puffed out lips, sealing her flavorful panties inside.
“Oh, now you are quiet? Too late, dipshit. You and my swampy ass have a hot date that you won’t be missing.”
Without as much as another word, Emma turns around, presenting her yoga pants clad ass in all of its glory and plops down on his face. The sweat darkened red material is wedged up her crack, giving his nose an express ticket right to where she wants it, where it rightfully belongs. Involuntarily, he takes a small whiff and instantaneously retches into his gag, her scent extremely potent and unyielding. Not at all thinking it through, he whimpers pathetically into her moist ass, unable to do anything else to aid himself.
“Two things, first being…”
stomp
stomp
stomp
“And start sniffing my dirty ass.”
Relearning the lesson to shut the fuck up, Mason’s tears soak in and intermingles with the swamp already present between her thick cheeks. Although, not wanting to enrage her, he just can’t bring himself to willingly sniff her wet, nasty ass. Of all the things he is willing to do under extreme duress, sniffing his stepmother’s crack wasn’t on the list of even the most outlandish possibilities.
Not feeling a cool rush of air against her asshole, Emma coldly states,
“Sniff or you’ll get a timeout and trust me, you don’t want that, dumbfuck. Oh, I almost forgot…”
stomp
stomp
stomp
stomp
“... get to fucking work, not at all numbnuts!”
Running low on oxygen, Mason pleadingly stares up at the back of her uncaring head, begging for air and mercy, neither of which are coming for him. Suddenly, Emma scoots backwards, fully lodging his nose in her moisture laden crack, cutting off his ability to breathe anything at all. Like a far less useful spider-sense, Mason can practically feel the rapidly closing in stomps onto his boys, prompting the thought,
“Wait, what did she mean by time…”
His inner monologue gets backseated as the owner of the musky ass his nose is literally buried in, states far too calmly for what her words herald,
“I did warn you…”
stomp
stomp
“...but did you listen?”
stomp
stomp
“Nope, now you need your timeout. Hope you enjoy it, dumbass.”
stomp
With that one last, heavy impact, Emma picks up the remote and turns her attention to the TV, paying Mason zero mind. Jiggling chains and soft muffled whimpers are all that can be heard, aside from her soap operas that is. The closest thing to an answer he receives is a few droplets of sweat falling from her messily bunned hair and into his already inflamed eyes. And now as his oxygen supply begins to dwindle, he is locked in an endless loop of uncontrollable blinking, fighting on multiple fronts all at once. Calling it a fight would be like saying shooting fish in a barrel is ‘target practice’. Although it fits, it is only through technicalities. Technically he is fighting back, but his arsenal consists of just grunts, blinks, and incredibly limited limb movement.
Mason’s arms and legs furiously and pointlessly fight against his binds, ultimately only serving to run dry what little air remains within his lungs. His movements start to slow and his now bloodshot eyes flutter closed as he passes out nose deep in his previous stepmother’s crack, internally screaming,
“I won’t… sniff her disgusting ass…”
Upon hearing all four limbs simultaneously drop, Emma grinds his nose even deeper for a few moments to be sure he actually passed out. With a satisfying schlorp, her soaked ass slides forward, freeing his unconscious nose to loudly snort her depths for scraps of tainted air. Smiling to herself, Emma raises her foot off his beaten balls and jokes,
“Wakey, wakey, dipshit. You have a job to be doing, no napping.”
stomp
stomp
The two ruthless impacts thrust Mason awake instantly, making him deeply sniff her asshole in the process, only adding to the list of reasons he is already choking on her dirty panties.
“Welcome back to the land of my swampy ass. Population, only you.”
Emma wiggles her ass atop of his face, before settling a majority of her weight on him, leaving him only enough room to sniff very deeply if he wants to breathe. She looks down at him from over her shoulder, his eyes red from a combination of suffocation and the massive amount of sweat that’s been seeping into them.
“Now, let’s try this again. Sniff my crack or it is another time out. This only ends with you sniffing my ass like the dog you are, no second choice or waiting me out. You will submit to my ass like I want you to. The only unknown here is how long you’ll resist and how many timeouts you’ll earn.”
She turns her gaze back to the screen, waiting to see how long Mason will continue to resist as she sits comfortably. Conflicted and scared, he once again stares at the back of her head, looking for a shred of kindness where none exists, or at least not any for him. As much as he doesn’t want another ‘timeout,’ he can’t bring himself to sniff her ass either. A couple of seconds into his contemplation, Emma sighs and scoots backwards again, trapping his nose inside her crack once more.
In panic mode, Mason’s arms and legs flail rapidly, clanking and jingling the chains in his vain attempt to escape his nose’s burial. And once again after a minute or so of very muffled screaming, his eyes roll back as he once again passes out in her ass, the final thought bouncing around his deprived brain screensaver style being,
“I… won’t… sniff… her… disgusting…”
Sat atop Mason’s face, Emma shrugs, saying matter of factly,
“You really are a fucking idiot, but an idiot with a comfortable face to sit on.”
stomp
stomp
Right as her foot slams down for the second time, Emma slides back to free his nose just in time for him to take a long unwilling drag of her moist, musky ass.
“Two timeouts so far. Are we aiming for a third? Or are you ready to be a good boy and sniff your owner’s ass?”
Mason starts back into flailing his arms and legs as he screams into her ass, wanting no part in sniffing it.
“Three it is then, but I do recall telling you not to yell and be silent. So, first things first…”
stomp
stomp
STOMP
The first two hurt a lot, but the third felt like ten combined into one massive wrecking ball of a hit, knocking the wind straight out of his lungs, just in time for her to scoot back again for another timeout. With absolutely zero air inside his lungs, Mason only fights against his binds for half a minute before knocking back out once more in Emma’s ass, just barely able to formulate a thought,
“I… I… won’t…”
And like clock work, she scoots forward again as she lifts her testical trampler once more.
stomp
STOMP
“Good lord, when will you realize that this is happening whether you want it or not? Your balls definitely can’t hold too much more of this abu…”
SNIFF
SNIFF
SNIFF
SNIFF
SNIFF
Half out of it still, Mason deeply and rapidly starts sniffing her ass, boardoring more on snorting with how buried his nose actually is. Internally begging and pleading,
“I’ll be a good boy and sniff, please don’t give me another timeout, please!”
Emma causally pats his bare chest a few times, watching him inhale her stench with a sadistic grin, saying,
“Well, well, well, it only took a dozen or so stomps on your boys and three timeouts in my ass to straighten you out, huh?”
Not daring to stop sniffing, Mason being able to feel the weight of her foot merely resting on his balls is more than enough to keep him going, and fast at that. Each sniff is sour and musky, somehow only getting worse with each one he takes, but he keeps on going regardless, thinking to himself,
“Emma is fucking crazy, but what choice do I have? Resist some more just to suffocate in her thick ass again?”
Grasping both of her mostly sweat soaked yoga pants clad butt cheeks, Emma spreads them far apart, a soft crackle sounds as her moist cheeks separate. With a few bounces and wiggles, Mason’s flared nostrils snuggly smoosh against her crack. As if she was just adjusting herself in an ordinary seat, Emma releases both cheeks, letting them crash against his face with two resounding wet smacks. Partially concussed by her ass, Mason seeing stars, thinks to himself,
“Damn it… why does she have to have such a nice ass? Too bad it doesn’t smell how it looks…”
Snapping back to attention, from the quite literal snapping of her fingers just above his face as she warns,
“Alrighty butt huffer, keep doing exactly as you are and you’ll have one happy owner. But if you stop sniffing for even a second…”
She gently taps his extremely sensitive balls, which is more than enough to make him jump and deepen his sniffing even further. Understanding the message loud and clear, Mason continuously and thoroughly snorts her crack, trying his hardest not to give her a reason to stomp anymore as he internally begs,
“Please don’t stomp anymore… I don’t know how much more they can take. I’ll sniff like you want, just please no more stomps!”
Emma lightly traces the big toe of her opposite foot across the bare skin of his stomach, sending involuntary goosebumps throughout his body. As her toe gently circles his belly button, she condescendingly says,
“Such a good boy! Sniffing my ass like your life depended on it. If you keep that up, I may just have to reward you… May…”
Unable to respond and thinking better of it even if he could, he just keeps on sniffing her ass like her little dog. One would think he’d actually be enjoying himself due to how focused and dedicated he is to her rank ass, not slowing down his pace for even a second. Emma loves every last sniff, each one working to cool her swampy crack, but it effectively just brings her pleasure more than anything else.
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Hour VI
Deeper & Stinkier
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Six hours straight of swampy ass sniffing drags by and Mason’s nose never once leaves her ever sweatier butt crack. Emma just comfortably sat there the entire time, slowly getting increasingly turned on watching him become progressively more submissive and subservient. Without warning or context, she suddenly gets off of his face, leaving his field of view.
Until now, Mason hadn’t realized just how gross his face had really been until it wasn’t buried in Emma’s ass. The sweat dries up on sections of his face, leaving a sticky layer behind. Mason’s worn down mind is having trouble not thinking about her colossal ass atop his face, even when he isn’t beneath it. Internally he thinks hopefully,
“Please… tell me this is over… I can’t take another second of this…”
After a minute or so, Emma reamerges wearing only a pair of dark pink cotton panties and not a damn thing else. With both hands behind her back, a smile creeps across her face, not at all inspiring confidence,
“Okay, I’m not going to lie, this is going to fucking suck and quite badly at that. You now are going to be responsible for sniffing my farts too! Isn’t that just amazing? When I say so, you will sniff as hard and fast as you can.”
Emma plops down onto his face like the seat she knows it to be, her bare breasts bouncing as her butt takes its place, no regard to any and all possible damage her ‘dump truck ass’ causes. Does anyone consider the feelings of their cushion before dropping haphazardly down upon it? Then why should she even for a second? In her eyes, Mason is equal to a cheap barstool, ranked below even her recliner and her treatment readily reflects it.
Although having spent six hours up to this point nose deep in her crack, this is on a whole new level. No amount of ‘training’ could’ve prepared Mason for this onslaught of ass. Her stink is far more raw and unfiltered than before, somehow getting more rancid, if a thing were even possible. Not that Mason had remotely considered her damp yoga pants to be a filter for his benefit, that is ironically enough what they’d been doing this whole time. At this point he doesn’t even hope for her to stop, rather hoping that she’d show mercy and put them back on. But you, I, and Mason all know that she isn’t one to dial anything back, especially if it's for his sake.
Snapping her fingers to grab his attention, Emma cheekily sings,
“Okay, here comes your first fart. Sniff hard and deeply. I shouldn’t ever be subjected to their stink when your nose is up my ass. If I smell even the slightest whiff, your balls and my foot will become acquainted once again.”
Emma then pauses for a few moments and rubs her churning guts. And with a satisfied sigh, she sadistically looks down at his terror filled eyes,
“Here is your countdown. Three… Two… One…”
A short steaming fart rumbles harshly into his sniffing nostrils, reeking of sulfur infused eggs. Try as he may, Mason isn’t able to overcome his body’s natural urge to not take in such nasty odors, causing a good portion of it to escape into the open air. He then falls into an intense loop of gagging and coughing as his body is forced to contend with what bit he did successfully suck up. His mind then devolves into incoherent screams, the only words formulating within his noggin being,
“Oh my fucking god! She seriously just farted up my nose and I actually sniffed the damn thing!”
With a look of pure disappointment, Emma fans her nose as she says plainly,
“You know I wasn’t exactly expecting you to nail it on the first try, but that was just a pathetic display. I really feel like you could’ve sniffed more than that by accident, dumbass.”
STOMP
STOMP
STOMP
“You earned every bit of that, Mason. Do better next time or my panties are coming off entirely.”
Her every stomp serves two purposes, one of which being pretty straight forward and the other being forcibly making him inhale more of her stink, making the gagging only worse. Being the most forceful, her last stomp causes him to snort up the remainder of the fart lingering between her cheeks.
After a few minutes of sniffing filled silence, Emma wiggles her ass and happily states,
“Here comes fart number two! Sniff sniff sniff, my dumbass seat.”
Long and rumbling, her latest fart is far nastier than its predecessor, smelling of the same eggs as before, but incredibly intense by comparison. As much as he doesn’t want to, Mason immediately and greedily sniffs all he can before his gagging trumps his fear of Emma’s foot. He starts whimpering into his panty gag, trying to reason with her into not stomping on his balls.
STOMP
“That was far better than before, Crack Sniffer, but not good enough by a long shot. I suppose it is enough to keep my panties on, but just barely.”
STOMP
STOMP
The first stomp was somewhat expected, but the two follow ups were one hell of a jumpscare. As he chokes on her panties, Emma happily says,
“Oh and I nearly forgot about the most important… well one of the most important expectations I have for you. The only thing you are to call me is ‘Mistress’ or ‘Mistress Emma’ and not a damn thing else. Failure to do so will lead to progressively sorer balls with each infraction.”
Mason coughs and gags silently after every impact, doing everything he can not to scream and fight against his binds. Not that he wants it, but each and every stomp rewires his brain piecemeal style, bending it to the oppressive will of his newly crowned mistress. As tears of pain on behalf of his war torn testicalls soak into Emma’s panties, Mason sniffs twice to show his understanding, not wanting to earn another stomp.
SNIFF
SNIFF
With a smile that could light up a room, Emma joyfully says,
“Ah, you did it all on your own? Hmm, maybe there is a good boy buried somewhere inside that thick skull. Nevertheless, keep it up and your balls may just survive to your twentieth.”
A low gurgle sounds from her stomach, heralding her third, more intense fart’s arrival. With no other heads up, Emma releases a silent wet blast right into his unready nose. With her foot lightly tapping his balls, it acts as an active reminder of the stakes, Mason sniffs as hard and fast as he can. Amazingly, he manages to take the smaller, more putrid gas blast entirely into his lungs to be filtered.
Unable to take her fart in silence, Mason begins gagging heavily on the humid, poor excuse for oxygen. The thick gas inflating his lungs wreaks havoc within his body, trapped inside and forced to be processed into clean air.
Emma’s laughter fills the room as she listens to his struggles between her cheeks, them being sweet music to her ears.
stomp
Even though it isn’t her hardest kick by far, it is still a kick to the nuts nevertheless and even a light hit is less than pleasant.
“Honestly, I wasn’t expecting you to be able to do that this early into your training! You sucked it all up like a good little bitch, didn’t you?”
SNIFF
SNIFF
”As impressive as it was, Mason, you know you are supposed to be quiet as you filter them. Do exactly as you just did, but don’t make any noise this time and you’ll have a happy mistress.”
SNIFF
SNIFF
“Good boy. Now, you keep on being my sniffing little butt slut.”
SNIFF
SNIFF
Although reluctant upon hearing the words ‘my sniffing little butt slut,’ Mason snorts her crack twice as confirmation of his understanding.
“Speaking of…”
Emma silently sits atop his face for about thirty seconds before releasing by far the most vile fart yet. Screaming internally once more, Mason deeply inhales as hard and fast as he can muster, snorting up the whole wet blast in one. Unable to stop himself from gagging a couple of times, Emma gently taps his balls with her bare foot as she says,
“Ugh… fine. I will only accept it because you sniffed up the whole thing like a good little bitch and that thing sounded down right horridus. You are cutting it real close, Mason… real fucking close.”
SNIFF
SNIFF
Giving her crack the two sniffs of understanding, Mason sighs quietly with relief, his swollen balls grateful to their mistress for not stomping on them again. Whether he likes it or not, his balls definitely belong to Emma now, them having been hers from the first stomp they’d endured.
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Hour X
A ‘Fuck You’ Cherry On Top
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Mason is a sorry sight to say the least. His eyes are bright red and his face is coated in a thick sheen of sweat, all of which coming from the swamp between Emma’s cheeks. She has only gotten off of his face once and it was only to briefly stretch out her stiffened legs.
All of his fight is long gone, having died the moment he’d started sniffing up entire farts right from his Mistress’ crack. Speaking of farts, for the last four hours, Emma has farted countless times without warning or care. A majority of which he managed to successfully sniff up completely, to be filtered through his filthy lungs. For every fart he did miss, Emma gave his balls the mashed potatoes treatment, discourging him from fucking up too much more.
“Mason, I have just one final… thing for you to do before it's time for bed. The rules are quite simple; Try your best not to suffocate beneath my weight. Understood, my loyal crack sniffer?”
SNIFF
SNIFF
“Great! Now let’s get rid of these panties… they are just going to get in the way.”
SNIFF
SNIFF
As much as he wants to scream and beg her not to, Mason reluctantly sniffs, confirming that he is listening and understands.
Emma rises up off of his face, giving the back of her pink panties a tug, pulling them from deep between her plump pale ass cheeks. As they dislodge from her crack, some of the sweat clinging within the cotton material gets sprayed out in a fine mist, sprinkling all over his already soaked face.
Mason watches in silent horror as Emma intentionally and purposefully inches down her waistband, dragging it out as much as possible. His eyes widen as her fleshy beach balls are uncovered, leaving absolutely nothing up to his imagination.
Without further ado, Emma turns to face away from his torso and plops back down onto his face with an absurdly wet smack. His whole nose is deeply plunged into the warm folds of her pussy, her arousal being incredibly evident the moment it slips inside. She looks down at her shaved crotch and into his miserable eyes as she sultrily states,
“Now… let's see what that… nose of yours is capable of…”
Breathing being a thing of the past apparently, Mason struggles in vain to free his nose enough to catch even the tiniest of breaths, but alas, he has no such luck. Being swiped like a credit card, Emma slowly grinds against his nose, using it like a makeshift dildo for her pleasure.
Gaining nothing even close to a breath of air, Mason starts to panic and fight against his restraints, prompting Emma to only pick up her pace as she throws back her head, loudly moaning to his distressed struggles. Her warm juices begin to spread outward from his nose as she grinds harder and harder, sliding it deeper into her dripping folds. Emma loudly moans out,
“Oh…”
“... my…”
“... fucking…”
“... god!!!”
Mason’s eyes roll back in his head as he falls unconscious beneath her careless weight, his nose still deeply plunged inside of her pussy as she fucks his face. After a few seconds of squelch filled grinds, Emma screams in ecstasy as she climaxes, cumming all over his still face. She looks down at him for the first time since she put his nose inside her and lets out a very tired laugh,
“Oops… you weren’t actually supposed to pass out… We need to work on your ability to hold your breath…”
She sits up off of his face with a slimy wet pop, her juices freely dripping down onto it as she looms over top of him. The moment his nose is freed from the confines of her crotch, Mason’s unconscious form immediately sucks in a massive breath, followed by many rapid ones shortly after.
Emma rips the tape off of his mouth and slowly pulls out her spit soaked purple panties from within. Taking a few moments to look them over, Emma smiles as she says to herself,
“Good boy… you are such a good panty washer. Aside from the spit, I can’t even tell that these were ever worn. Let’s get you a fresh gag now, darling.”
Scooping up her discarded pink cotton panties, sweat soaked and disgusting, Emma flips them inside out, shoving them inside ass first. In no rush whatsoever, she pushes them past his lips slowly, enjoying the involuntary gags he makes as they shift and settle against his tongue. Emma seals them inside with a fresh strip of duct tape and stands back to admire her handiwork. His face and hair are soaked entirely with her special brew of ass sweat and pussy juices, leaving absolutely no patch of skin untainted with her sticky stink.
Satisfied with her sadistic cruelty, Emma stumbles off to the bathroom, legs shaking from her intense climax, to take a shower. Mason is left in a messy heap on the floor, mind filled with forced thoughts of her massive ass and sadly enough for him they aren’t entirely negative. Although he’d never admit to it, especially now, he’d always thought Emma had an amazing ass. Today’s events definitely messed with that image, but not as much as one may think.
But one thing is very certain. Mason is now Emma’s little bitch and plaything, not having any say in the matter.