stern humiliating maledom

hear me out.

being under him while he’s perched on his knees, ass resting comfortably on your face. your hands aren’t tied, not because he trusts you not to move away, but because he likes telling you what to do and watching you listen.

your hands are resting on his thighs and you know what’s to come, you remember purposefully ensuring he ate lots of broccoli, eggs, protein, and drank a glass of milk recently. tonight was gonna be incredible, and also terribly smelly.

he’s running his hand up and down your torso as he lets the farts build up, letting you rim him in the meantime, and you both can hear the gurgling in his tummy and rumbles of gas.

and then, he leans back on your face a little, grunting, then a warm, beefy fart comes out and he groans in relief as you sniff it up, your pretty pussy fluttering just from a single fart.

you feel a slap on your side, not too painful but stinging enough to bring your attention to his words.

“what do you say?”

you whimper and your voice is muffled under him as you say meekly, “thank you, master.”