Mistress Anna Toilet - Farts and Shit durring Covid

Mistress Anna Toilet was in quarantine, and her loyal slave had to serve her for fourteen long, arduous days. During this time, the cruel mistress had been indulging in her favorite pastime – eating copious amounts of delicious food. However, this had led to an unfortunate side effect – she was suffering from severe flatulence. Her leather trousers were filling up with an intolerable stench of farts. Despite the discomfort, Mistress Anna derived perverse pleasure from the situation. She remembered how naughty and vile it felt when she was first made to sit on a toilet as a slave herself, her owners having forced her to endure the same humiliating treatment. Now, with her slave at her beck and call, she could relish in the power dynamic and express her most vulgar desires without fear of retribution.

As soon as the slave entered the room, Mistress Anna Toilet commanded him to bring a pair of scissors. "Cut these bloomers," she snarled, gesturing to her leather trousers. The slave hesitated for a moment before obliging, creating a small, circular hole in the fabric of the pants. A strong, pungent whiff of farts wafted up from the opening, causing the slave to cough and splutter in disgust. But Mistress Anna was loving every moment of it. Gleefully, she ordered the slave to kneel down beside her and inhale deeply. "Get used to it," she hissed menacingly, holding back a satisfied grin. "You'll be living like this for two whole weeks."

Over the next few days, the cruel mistress continued to eat and drink as she pleased, knowing that her slave would have to bear the brunt of her smelly aftermath. She savored every moment of the power she held over him, relishing in the scraps of humanity she was allowed to keep despite his servitude. Each time she relieved herself, she would watch with malicious satisfaction as the slave's eyes widened in horror at the stench. And every now and then, just for kicks, she would order him to take a whiff of her underwear or even taste her feces – both of which he was forced to do, tears streaming down his face.

On the tenth day of quarantine, Mistress Anna Toilet decided to push her slave to the limit. She put him in a small, airtight box and told him that she was going to seal him in for the night. The slave begged and pleaded, but his mistress was unfazed. "Enjoy the smell of your own farts," she sneered as she sealed the box shut, leaving him to suffocate in his own filth. By morning, the slave was weak and near collapse, having inhaled nothing but the noxious fumes from his mistress's body. But even then, as he was collapsed on the floor, wracked with coughing fits and sobbing uncontrollably, Mistress Anna Toilet could not resist issuing one final, cruel command.

"Suck my toes," she growled, kicking off her shoes. The slave looked up at her, vision clouded with tears and mucus, and slowly began to crawl towards her feet. As he reached out, his fingers trembling with exhaustion and fear, Mistress Anna Toilet leaned back in her chair, feeling a rush of power course through her veins. She knew that even though she was confined to quarantine, she still held complete control over her unfortunate slave. And with every fart she produced, every bit of filth she deposited onto his skin, she would remind him of that fact for the rest of his pathetic existence.