Goddess Amirha - Netflix & your nose inside my asshole

Goddess Amirha smirked as she watched her slave kneel in front of her, face pressed between her voluptuous thighs. The scent of her ass filled the air, a pungent mix of fear and arousal wafting up to her nose. She loved having this power over him, knowing that he would do absolutely anything for her. Even if it meant worshipping her shitty asshole.

With a flick of her wrist, she pulled a remote control out from under a lavishly decorated pillow. Cueing up a movie on Netflix, she gave a triumphant laugh as she leaned back against plush pillows. "Gentlemen prefer blondes, but toilet slaves worship black and brown," she teased him. "Get ready for a night of Netflix and your nose inside my asshole."

Her slave trembled with anticipation, already on the edge from the scent of her ass. "Yes, my Goddess," he murmured softly, voice shaky with excitement and fear. She laughed again, more cruelly this time. "Oh, don't try to pretend you don't want this," she hissed. "You've already fallen for me and my magical asshole farts."

Slowly, ever so slowly, she lowered her panties to her ankles. The scent of her farts, combined with the sight of her perfect bare asshole, was almost too much for him. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he prepared himself for what was to come. "Alright," he whispered hoarsely. "I'll do it. I'll prove myself to you."

With that, he leaned forward, his face mere inches from her asshole. His nose twitched as he caught a whiff of the intense smell. Then, without request, his tongue darted out and pressed against her anus, tasting her farts. A shocked gasp slipped past his lips before he could stop himself. Amirha chuckled darkly, watching his expression with malicious glee. "Now," she purred, "you're truly mine."

Reaching out, she grabbed a blindfold from the corner of the room. "You know what happens now, slave," she said in a low voice. "No peeking until I say so." She heard him nod eagerly, anticipation clear in his breath as she tied the blindfold tightly around his head. Glancing down at him, she smiled wickedly. "Now," she whispered. "Beg me to fart in your face."

He gasped out another shocked sob, his cheeks flushing red in embarrassment and arousal. "Please, Goddess Amirha," he whispered. "Fart in my face. Please." Even in his own mind, he cringed at how pathetic he sounded. But that only made the anticipation grow stronger. Amirha couldn't help but to grin at his desperation. This was the ultimate power trip – making someone beg for her farts.

Slowly, she began to fill her lungs with air. As hot, wet gas swirled around inside her bowels, she closed her eyes and began to concentrate on pushing it out. She moaned softly, feigning pleasure as the gassy pressure built up. Finally, with a loud huff, she released the first of many farts into the air. It hit his face with a wet slap, sending waves of nauseating pleasure and disgust through him. "Mmm," she hummed. "That's what I like to hear."

She continued to fart on him, each blast wafting straight into his eagerly awaiting nose. With each exhale, she grew more confident in her power over him. And with each moan of disgust and desire from her slave, she knew she had truly claimed his soul. This was going to be one epic Netflix and Chill tailored to her specific needs and desires. And he was going to love every minute of it.

Amirha paused for a moment, feeling him trembling with excitement beneath her. "Tell me, slave," she purred. "Would you like to taste them?" She knew he couldn't refuse. After all, she was his Goddess and he would do anything for her. "Yes, my Goddess," he whimpered, his tongue sliding out of the blindfold and pressing against her asshole once again. She grinned in satisfaction, the smell of her ass filling the room. "Good boy," she whispered. "Now, lap it up and prepare for an epic night of Netflix... and your nose inside my asshole."