A New Fart Boy Ch. 02

David coughed, gagged, and sputtered as he regained consciousness. The poor thing looked hilariously pathetic. His face was bright red and soaked with tears, saliva, and salty ass sweat. The cushion literally was slowly caving around him, the force of my weight having nearly merged him with the couch. He alternated between sobs and attempts to catch his breath, and I truly couldn't help but start laughing. The incredible orgasm just a few minutes ago had left me in a jovial mood, and watching David struggle like this just completely set me off.

Before long I was letting out such deep belly laughs that I was joining David in trying to catch my breath. I could tell by his facial expression that he didn't find this so funny.

"Aww..." I managed to gasp out, trying to fake sincerity. "Do you want to give up your position and leave? This is your last chance!"

David hesitated for a moment before managing to shake his head, indicating 'no'. The act of doing so caused more tears to stream down his cheeks.

I smiled. "Good slave, in that case I have a gift for you."

I did my best to regain my composure, and waddled over to a nearby set of drawers. I opened the top one, and pulled out a clasping black leather collar I hadn't had the pleasure of using in quite some time. The back lock used a key, and the collar couldn't be easily removed without it. I unlocked it, and made my way back to my new slave.

"On your knees, slave," I ordered. "It's time for you to receive the most important honor of your embarrassing life."

David struggled to comply. He tried to lean forward, but the previous assault on his senses left him dizzy, and he nearly collapsed as he dropped to his knees. This pathetic display began to turn me on again, and I briefly considered tossing him back onto the couch for another round, but decided I'd rather savor the experience a bit.

I grunted as I bent forward, and placed the collar around my new fart slave's neck before locking it in place.

"Congratulations, slave," I said. "You now have meaning in life. You belong to me, and live entirely to serve my divine ass."

David gulped, perhaps realizing the gravity of the situation.

"Th...thank you," he managed to choke out.

I reached down and grabbed his neck. "Is that how you address me properly?"

He shook his head. "Thank you, Mistress," he replied.

"That's better. Address me improperly again and you'll regret it."

I stood back up, and looked down at the pathetic tiny creature below me. I couldn't believe I had lucked out and actually found someone willing to do this. Most men I talk with online act like this is what they desire, but they pretty quickly bail out once they realize the gravity of the situation. A few years ago, the last man I put through this literally ran out the door after one pretty minor fart. Somehow I had hit the jackpot here, and I wasn't intending to let this new toy go.

Honestly, I wasn't entirely sure what to do next. I considered just sitting on David's face again and tormenting him for a couple of hours. However, this was always going to be an option from now on, I wanted to do something more fun. I looked down at the poor thing, still anxious on his knees, probably wondering what horrors I had in store for him next. Suddenly, I smirked as an idea came to me. It was time to take my new toy for a drive, literally.

I beckoned for David to follow me down to the apartment garage, and he did. Before long, we were both sitting in my sedan. I considered tying him up and throwing him in the trunk, but decided that would be just a bit too harsh, especially given the long drive ahead. Instead, I brought a pair of cuffs with me, and once David was seated in the passenger seat, I locked his hands in place at his sides. To anyone looking through the windshield, he would appear to be in a completely normal state, aside from the collar. Best not to risk getting pulled over, or worse, because some cop mistook our situation for a kidnapping.

Without explaining a thing to David, I pulled out of the garage and we made our way onto the highway. The drive was long, and like an obedient little slave, David remained quiet the entire time. The rocking and bouncing of the car shook loose another bubble in my gut, and I smirked. While it would be funny to hotbox the car, the gas would be far worse if I saved it up for later. Yes, it was uncomfortable to do so, but the thought of making David breathe in a stale, rancid fart was far too arousing to let go.

As the bubble grew inside me, it began to press on my bladder and the urge to use the restroom became nearly overwhelming. Multiple exits passed as my discomfort grew, and it wouldn't be long before I was going to be forced to relive myself one way or another. The thought of a highway rest stop disgusted me, but it seemed like I wasn't going to make it to our destination otherwise. Thankfully, I was able to make it to one in time before the urge to pee was completely overwhelming.

As we pulled into the parking lot, my heart sank. It was completely packed, and I cursed myself for not considering this was likely to happen over a long weekend. The bathrooms would be a mess, and I truly didn't have the time to wait in a long line, my bladder was growing quite demanding. I looked around the parking lot, and noticed the back section near the woods was empty. As I drove over, my panic soon subsided and was replaced by a delightfully sinister idea.

I pulled into the furthest spot from the rest stop, and briefly looked around to confirm that nobody was nearby walking a dog or tending to anything else in the corner near the woods.I glanced over at David, who unsurprisingly just looked extremely confused, given that I had not explained anything to him. Wanting to keep him that way, I turned off the car and got out, but not before popping the trunk. There was something I needed in there first, and I was hoping against hope that it would still be there.

I waddled over to the trunk, the hot damp air already making breathing difficult. I pulled the lid open and began to sift through the various items inside, before a nondescript black piece of plastic caught my eye. I smiled as I grabbed it. It looks like I indeed was going to avoid the need for a public restroom. I grabbed the item, and made my way around to the passenger side door. I yanked it open without a word, and unlocked David's cuffs temporarily. Using the door as a privacy barrier, I yanked David onto the pavement, forcing him into a kneeling position.

"I have a serious issue that you're going to resolve for me, slave," I began. "I would have preferred to train you in a lower-stakes environment, but sometimes life throws curveballs at us."

David looked up at me, trembling, and nodded. "Yes...Mistress," he spoke, clear confusion in his voice.

Butterflies began to rise in my stomach. I couldn't believe I was about to do this, especially in a public place. The nervousness was equally frightening and arousing, and my pussy was certainly overriding my common sense at this point. Getting caught doing this would have serious consequences. Still, the thought of forcing a slave to do this was so hot, it was going to be worth it.

I stepped over the trembling mess still kneeling on the hot pavement and sat in the passenger seat sideways, my feet planted further on the pavement. I beckoned to David, my pathetic slave.

"Come," I said. "Now."

The poor thing turned and shuffled close to me. I took one last nervous look around before lifting my long summer dress and pushing David's head between my fat, sweaty thighs.

"Remove my underwear," I ordered. "Be quick and quiet about it."

My slave complied, and began to awkwardly pull at my cotton, white panties. They quickly got stuck on my large ass, and I sighed before lifting myself up to allow him to remove them more effectively. Moments later they were resting at my ankles. I gulped, I really was about to do this.

After steeling myself and trying to calm my nerves, I looked at the device I had grabbed from the trunk. In my right hand was an oil change funnel. It was still going to make pouring liquid easy, but this liquid was not going to be oil and it was certainly not going into a car. It was dusty and grimy, but slaves don't really get to complain about things like this. I pushed David's head back briefly and placed the mouth of the funnel between my thighs and slid it up to form a nice seal around my crotch.

I couldn't see my slave's facial expression, but his uncontrollable trembling made it clear that he knew what was coming. He gulped.

"Do...do I have to, Mistress?" he asked, his tone meek and pathetic.

I rolled my eyes. "What kind of question is that? You are a slave, not a lover. You do as you are told." I replied.

I felt David nod.

"Now wrap your lips around the funnel, I feel like I'm about to burst." I continued.

The pathetic creature did as he was told. I felt the funnel adjust slightly as he grabbed the end with his teeth and formed a seal on the exit. I became nearly dizzy with nervousness and anticipation, and leaned back in the seat to try to calm myself a bit.

Despite the strong feeling of having to go, I couldn't make anything happen. Perhaps it was the risk of getting caught, or maybe that I had never done this before. Regardless, my bladder wasn't cooperating. It felt like it was about to explode, but not a drop was flowing through my urethra. Frustrated, I bore down hard with my pelvic floor muscles, hoping to force the stream to get started.

Unfortunately for the pathetic excuse for a man underneath my dress, the urine did not flow. The pressure did, however, let loose the massive stale gas bubble that I had been storing up and had completely forgotten about. A massive rippling burst of gas sputtered out of my sweaty asshole, followed by a long stream of silent rushing hot air that lasted nearly thirty seconds. I looked around, but fortunately nobody had heard this incredible fart over the noise of the parking lot.

David, however, did more than just hear it. I hadn't thought of this, but due to the seal around the funnel, he could only breathe through his nose. As he sucked in the hot stale air now trapped beneath my dress, he began to audibly cough and retch. I held the funnel in place with my thighs, and grabbed my fart slave's thrashing head to hold him in place.

"You're not going anywhere," I ordered in a hushed tone. "A toilet doesn't complain about farts, and at this moment that's all you are. Suck it in before the smell wafts through the parking lot and grabs attention."

I know that was a ridiculous thought and almost certainly impossible, but the idea of forcing him to be an air freshener was an incredible turn-on. As he struggled, cried, and gagged inside the gassy prison that was my summer dress, something wonderful happened. The arousal of tormenting David relaxed me, and my bladder finally let loose.

The stream of urine did not start slowly. It came out in a burst, blasting into the funnel.The sound of water crashing against plastic must have been deafening for my poor slave, but the noise was the least of his concerns. I had been holding this in for quite some time, and there was no way to slow the stream. Before long, the splashing sound was replaced by the much more familiar noise of piss hitting water, just like a toilet at home. The funnel was filling rapidly, and David was going to have to do something about that.

I pressed my hand hard against his head, feeling him struggle underneath my dress.

"Flush, toilet," I cooed. "If you don't, you're going to make a mess and I'll be very upset."

I felt the pathetic creature try to resist.

"Toilets don't disobey, they don't have rights or feelings," I continued. "Do your duty and flush."

I gripped David's head hard, hopefully punctuating how serious I was. Moments later I felt him gulp, and I let out a small moan. While there was nothing physically pleasurable about this, the thought of him being forced to chug my urine was incredibly erotic. In the moment I considered making him my permanent toilet, requiring him to perform this task whenever I had to relieve myself. Perhaps this would make for a good conversation at our destination.

It didn't take long for the funnel to fill again, and I could both hear and feel my newly minted toilet slave start to chug in order to keep up. His breathing grew ragged, and I had to imagine he was getting full. Still, my bladder likely wasn't even half empty at this point, and I certainly wasn't going to stop on his behalf. The bubble formed in my gut again, and the pressure of pissing pushed the rancid hot fart out of my asshole before I had even realized what was happening. I heard David gag, and felt some of the urine splash back up into the funnel.

"Did you just reject your duties as a toilet, slave?" I asked, anger and frustration in my voice. "My toilet at home doesn't complain or make a mess when I fart in it, and neither should you."

I clenched my gut again and let loose a long, loud, rippling one. I could feel David struggle to not gag again. I clenched my thighs as I felt this, it was just all too hot. If only I had a bull or a lover here to fuck me afterwards, I was really getting worked up from all of this.

David's chugging continued as my bladder finally approached empty. The stream slowed to a drizzle as my slave finally swallowed the last of my golden gift to him. I leaned back, taking in the glorious eroticism of this situation. I really had just forced this silly little man to drink an entire bladder of piss while I let loose some rancid, aged farts in his face. He did struggle a bit, sure, but honestly that had made it even hotter. I could still hear him underneath my dress struggling to compose himself.

Still leaning back, I reached between my legs and inverted the funnel.

"Lick the funnel clean, toilet, and then clean me up too," I ordered.

David silently obeyed. After a few moments he moved from the plastic to my pussy and began lapping up the mess of urine he had made from his earlier cough. I quivered in pleasure as his soft tongue made its way around my crotch, cleaning up every drop of moisture it could. David might be pathetic, but he certainly was a diligent slave. Before long my thighs began to shake, and I had to bite my lips in order to avoid crying out in pleasure in this very public parking lot. My slave's tongue combined with the delightful humiliation and degradation of the situation had brought me yet again to orgasm.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, I let out a deep contented sigh and kicked David to the parking lot asphalt. Without a word, I stood up and yanked him to his feet and cuffed him back into his seat. I walked around the car, my legs now sore and tired, before getting back into the driver's seat.

"You'll be punished for the mess you made between my legs later, slave," I spoke, trying my best to sound annoyed. "You are both a fart slave and a toilet slave now, and disobedience will not be tolerated. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress," David replied.

"Good," I answered. "For now, enjoy the taste of farts and urine in your mouth, you'll not have an opportunity to clean it for a while. Let it remind you of your place in this world beneath me."

David gulped and nodded, the gravity of his situation likely taking hold.

I pulled back onto the highway, once again driving west towards our destination after a delightful rest stop. Well, delightful for me, at least. Likely truly harrowing for poor David. To his credit, he continued to sit in silence in his seat, not daring to question me or where we were going. I could hear his ragged, nervous breathing though, and it kept me aroused for the majority of the trip.

The sun began to set as we pulled off the highway in a small, forested town. We drove through the main square as darkness fell, and continued to drive west as civilization faded away behind us. In the dead of night, we finally reached a small cabin, isolated and lonely deep in the woods. A good friend of mine had inherited this years ago, and was happy to let me use it as an escape from life in the city as needed. It had the fun added benefit of being extremely private, meaning my favorite activities wouldn't be judged or questioned by the neighbors.

David likely realized we were all alone out here as well, as his nervous breathing grew shallower and louder. I smirked as I put the car into park on the small dirt driveway next to the cabin and turned it off before stepping into the cool night. I took a deep breath of the crisp, clean air. Fireflies danced around me in the dark, and I could hear crickets chirping.

After letting my slave stew in anxiety for a bit, while I enjoyed the quiet relaxing woods, I finally made my way to the passenger side of the car, opened the door, and uncuffed him. He began to rise, but I put a firm hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"You do not rise without permission out here," I ordered. "Before you leave the car, strip and toss your clothes in the back seat. You won't be needing them here."

David's eyes widened in fear, or perhaps embarrassment, but he complied. Stripping in the small passenger seat was an awkward experience for him. He removed his shirt easily enough, but in trying to take off his pants and underwear he fell out of the car, and I couldn't help but laugh out loud. The deep, guttural laugh echoed through the night as David struggled to finally successfully strip, now on the wet dirty driveway. I quickly grabbed his clothes and tossed them into the car.

"Now crawl behind me," I ordered. "Standing is not for slaves or toilets."

Without a word I spun towards the cabin and began to walk, leaving my pathetic toy to crawl through the mud after me. I made my way up the stairs, and used a key hidden under a nearby plant pot to unlock the door. I stepped inside, and waited for my slave to catch up. He clearly was not used to crawling, and I made a show of impatiently tapping my foot as he made his way up the stairs and into the doorway.

"Stop, slave," I ordered. "From now on, whenever you see me or we go somewhere new, you're going to perform a simple ritual."

"Yes Mistress," he replied, his voice shaky.

I turned around, and grinned. This was too easy. I lifted my dress and spread my massive ass cheeks.

"Get on your knees and kiss my cheeks, and then clean my asshole," I commanded. "I'm all sweaty after the long drive, and I need my fart slave to do its duty."

I felt virtually no hesitation. Moments later a kiss was planted first on my bare left cheek, then the right one. I audibly laughed, hoping to humiliate David more as his face made its way between my sweaty cheeks. I released my hands, and my fat ass quickly enveloped his pathetic head. Moments later his soft tongue was swirling around my unshaven asshole, and I was once again in heaven.

I let out a soft moan. "That's a good slave, clean your Mistress up and pleasure her," I said.

I sighed, and moaned again as I felt my slave's tongue make its way into my asshole. I reached back to hold his head in place and spur him to go deeper, and let out a soft, silent fart straight into his mouth. The poor thing struggled a bit, but accepted it much more readily than the last time.

"I don't want to smell a thing when I fart in your mouth, slave," I commanded. "Make sure to suck it all up. Get sloppy with that tongue too, I want you really lapping at my ass like the pathetic creature you are."

David let out an 'mmph" of acknowledgement and began to slurp and lick at my behind. I could feel the saliva dripping down my crack and onto his chin. I let out another deep moan and lifted my stomach with my one free hand, and began to play with myself for the third time today. The incredible feeling of a soft, servile tongue on my ass was truly difficult to beat. Normally I'd have to worry about being all freshly showered with an empty stomach in order to comfortably be pleasured like this, but with a slave none of that mattered. Sweat, hair, and farts, stale or fresh, were simply not an issue. Any time, any where, and David would have his face between my cheeks in order to perform his slave duties.