So Nimble, So Gassy

Mistress Misha stretches across the patterned rug in her blue bodysuit and black cap, tattooed legs unfolding as she keeps her slave close because she feels gassy and refuses to waste a single fart. She orders him to beg for her ass gas and he drops to all fours, pleading to be showered in it. She crosses her legs, rolls onto her back so her asshole points at the ceiling, and tells him to get in. The moment his nose sinks into her crack she lets one rip, then another, then a wet blast that makes his head snap back. She laughs with delight at the reaction, savoring every loud release after years of holding them in and being a proper lady.

She waves him back so she can stretch further, calling him fart face and noting the greasy food from the night before means more is coming. She tapes his mouth shut with duct tape then folds her legs behind her head, ass skyward again, and summons him to sniff her hole so he catches every bit. After a few seconds of his nose pressed there she fires off fart after fart. She drops her legs around his neck for a tight scissor hold, then stands and bends at the waist so her ass fills his face; an unexpected fart escapes and she tells him to rush in and smell it. He does, and she answers with a long, wet one while giggling that she is so gassy. After more flexible stretches she has him lie on his back, lowers her ass just above his taped face, farts, then settles her full weight onto him and relaxes with another. She finally rises and rips the tape from his mouth as one final act of defiance.