Fart Factory - POV : Her Tiny Ass-Slave: Owned, Obedient… and Always Under Her
A Fate Worse Than Death: Becoming Her Tiny Ass-Slave
The Arrival
The moment she laid eyes on him, she knew he was the one. Delivered to her doorstep, he was small and submissive, eager to please. She smiled, knowing he was perfect for her dark desires. With a wave of her hand, he was brought before her like a puppet on a string. His heart raced as he knelt at her feet, awaiting his new mistress's command.
Induction Into Servitude
"Look into my eyes, slave," she whispered, her gaze piercing his soul. He trembled under her intense stare as she pulled him close, pressing her ample ass cheeks against his quivering lips. The scent of her ass filled his nostrils as he felt the first wave of warm air hit him—she was already unleashing a torrent of farts, testing his limits from the start. He took it all, shaking uncontrollably but unable to look away from those hypnotic eyes.
His New Reality
Her home became his prison, and her ass his only purpose. She sat on him in the living room, using him as a footstool while farting in his face, her powerful stench making him dizzy with pleasure. At the dinner table, he watched in awe as she ate, helpless to resist the intoxicating aroma of her farts. He knew what was coming next—she stood up, revealing her bulging asshole filled with leftover food. Without hesitation, he dove in, his tongue lapping at her dirty asshole like a starved dog.
Her Toilet Paper
She didn't need toilet paper anymore—he was her personal wipe. She instructed him to follow her to the bathroom, where he watched in horror as she took a massive shit onto the floor. Without hesitation, he crawled over and began licking up every last bit of her shit, his tongue darting in and out of her gaping asshole. It was a fate worse than death—a fate he never wanted to escape.
Under Her Thrall
She grew bolder, more confident in her control over him. She stuffed his face into her panties, letting him taste her pussy juices and the lingering scent of her ass. She made him worship at her feet, begging for more of her putrid scent. And when the day was over, she pulled him from her panties, his head spinning from the intoxicating mix of her juices and farts. She tucked him into bed, smothering him under her weight, his new reality seeping into every pore.
Her Tiny Perfect Slave
She was his goddess, his everything. Despite the degradation, the humiliation, he felt more alive than he ever had before. She owned him, body and soul—and he loved every second of it. As he drifted off to sleep, he dreamt of nothing but serving her until the end of time, his tiny ass forever under her perfect control.
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