An Evening with Brittnay: Part 1
This stunning coworker I had fond feelings for had stolen my attention from day one. Even though I'm not exactly the greatest with women, I was all set on pursuing her. Not to mention the self-loathing I felt from being 25 and never having a significant other.
One day, I made some less-than-ideal remarks about a coworker, unaware that Brittnay, the girl of my dreams, heard what I had to say. It took me a while to find out but soon enough, I realized I'd unwittingly spoken too candidly and made my crush uncomfortable. From then on, I decided to admire her from afar. Unfortunate news came when she was offered a new job and left my place of employment.
One day after work, I was home, engaged in my usual routine of video gaming, when my phone beeped with a text. I'd assumed it was just a friend but to my surprise, it was Brittnay. Her text read, "My husband isn't here, do you want to talk and grab some food?" My mind reeled. I never expected to hear from her again.
I slowed my racing thoughts and played it cool, replying in the affirmative and inquiring about where we should munch on food. McDonald's was our go-to spot that day.
When Brittnay arrived at the nearby McDonald's, my eyes were puppy dog eyes. She'd chosen a fitted black shirt exposing her belly button, paired with a leather jacket and closely fitting jeans.
Enamored, I held the door open for her with my heart beating out of my chest. Inside, we each ordered our preferred fast-food delights.
Awkward silence descended upon us, until Brittnay, seemingly curious, asked how I'd been. I mumbled out that I was okay, and she confided that she was good but needed reassurance.
Brittnay asked about the guy talk, but I was clueless she was referring to something so bold. A nervous laugh escaped from her as she realized she'd just wanted a reaction.
A request for a visit was next. On a week when her husband was out of town, Brittnay asked if I'd come over. I agreed, in absolute disbelief of what was happening, unzip your pants?" She was calm and unbothered by her proposition.
I paid for the meal, got in her car, and we made our way to her place. A nicely sized apartment with two rooms greeted us. One for her and her favorite person and the other for guests. Brittnay instructed me into the guest room. There, I noticed premium bedding and the headboard tied firmly against the wall.
Meanwhile, Brittnay sneaked behind me and jumped on my back, throwing me off guard but making my heart feel alive. Without asking for permission, she wrapped her arms around me, and I was just along for the ride.
A sudden pause allowed me to gaze at her as she started tying me up. I didn't struggle but took it as a token of my obedience. "You swear you won't stand up for air?" she asked playfully.
I couldn't believe she was punishing me for drooling over her posterior! Brittnay strapped my legs, a headboard pressed against my back, and then strapped my arms.
Suddenly, Brittnay dashed towards the bathroom, looking back to say she'd be right back. When she returned, makeup was faintly applied on her face, and still clad in jeans, she lept onto my offering face. Neither my nose nor mouth could escape her presence. Brittnay teased by posing the question, "So, did you really think you'd never be punished for staring at my ass?"
The room was spinning, and my lungs felt on fire. My attempts to scream out only elicited her glee. My air supply was cut off, and I was choking. I struggled to breathe, but my limbs weren't cooperating. Just enough time to take a short breath, and then Brittnay forced herself back down, and my predicament remained dire.
I was finding it extremely hard, I'd only been tried for about 30 seconds. Tight jeans were making it difficult for me to locate a suitable air pocket. The harsh texture of her jeans could be felt on my face. I attempted screaming once more, but Brittany kept me pinned down while she giggled.
Approximately a minute later, Brittany finally left, and I greedily gulped in fresh oxygen while she continued laughing. She began to remove her shoes and dirty socks.
Brittany instructed me to open my mouth but I refused. She insisted I do so or she'd remain seated for another minute. I pleaded with Brittany to let me go but she just chuckled.
Brittany perched back on my face. This time, I was able to take in a modest breath, but the jeans on my face were cruel and I was swiftly running low on air. My limbs were firmly bound, making it impossible for me to move. I looked up at Brittany and she was grinning down at me.
I made an attempt to shift my head for more air, but she held me firmly between her thighs. I howled into her but it was muffles within her. Brittany laughed and claimed she loved the vibrations from my screams.
I felt like my lungs were nearing the point of exploding as I frantically sought air. Brittany cheekily enquired whether I need air. I wailed into her and she burst into raucous laughter. By this point, it had been over a minute without inhaling.
Brittany demanded me to beg for air if I wished for it. I howled into her incessantly, but she continued to chuckle.
Eventually, she climbed up and allowed me to breathe. I gasped like never before. She laughed as I begged her not to sit on me again.
Brittany positioned herself on my stomach and requested me to open my mouth. I complied, and she spat into it. I shut my mouth, but she told me to reopen it. I refused and Brittany grabbed hold of my nose. She didn't let me breathe, making me aware I wouldn't last for long.
She commanded me to clean her socks. I shook my head but she smacked me. Fed up, she told me to suck them dry for her.
I stared at Brittany's gorgeous demanding face and, despite hating the scenario, I began sucking on her sweaty socks. They tasted horrible, and their stench was almost vomit-worthy. Brittany ordered me to take a deep breath. I tried to plead with her not to, but she yelled for me to take it.
I complied, and she leaped back down on my face. I made an effort to remain still, attempting to breathe slowly while admiring Brittany's satisfied smirk.
Brittany informed me she intended to sit on me until the sweat in her socks dried out. She was adamant that she didn't care how long I had to go without air. She demanded a signal when I could no longer taste the sweat.
I reasoned with myself, reminiscing over my years of yearning for Brittany. However, I was growing desperate for air, and her now-sweaty socks were unbearable. I began sucking hard on the socks, attempting to satisfy her while trying to breathe.
Brittany inquired whether I found the socks tasty. I desperately shook my head, but she merely giggled. She persisted with her suffocation.
I desperately fought against the Velcro bindings, but they were so tight. Brittany's large thighs kept my head exactly where she wanted it. I couldn't find air, so I shrieked into her again, but Brittany was unamused.
She inquired whether the sweat had vanished. I struggled against the socks, attempting to signal. She laughed. With gritted teeth, she said I should tap.
With my desperation mounting, I began sucking the sweat more vigorously. I tapped frantically. Brittany grinned and quizzically asked whether I was sure it was all gone. I frantically screamed into her while tapping. She began to count backward from ten. "Suck for your life," she taunted. "10, 9, 8, I sucked as hard as I can, the sweat filled my throat. 7, 6, 5, 4, I screamed again, requiring air urgently. 3, 2, 1.5. I screamed frantically. 1 and a quarter, 1 and a third. It was torture. I was screaming and pleading into Brittany while she laughed.
Finally, Brittany stood up. I sucked in massive gulps of oxygen through my nose. She exited the room, returning within a minute with duct tape and two water bottles.
Britt yanked a roll of duct tape and planted it down, then hopped back onto my belly. “D'you wanna' suck Jello?” she joked. I could only cough on my socks, having just puked, so she chuckled and removed the foot-fashion.
Brittnay inquired, “You thirsty?” I attempted to say “yes” through the agony but managed a feeble “yeah.” With a grin, she requested me to open my mouth. I obeyed, not wanting another scarf again. “Here,” she soothed, spitting a bit of water onto my dry tongue. Tremblingly, I drained the moisture away from her spit.
Clearing her throat, she spat more water into my mouth, ordering me to swallow. I followed commands, remaining thirsty and feeling faint.
“Ever been disciplined?” Britt quizzed. I sprung, “You're being now...” and she cackled. “Hmm, it's only the beginning,” she promised. “And, you wanna' cum today?” I pondered and trembled.
Britt flipped through her possessions and withdrew a chastity device. In it, she claimed, held my fate. I crooned and beseeched her to reverse the decree. “You're in here Thursday through Monday evening,” she gloated. Screeching, I pleaded for a cancellation. The goddess smacked me. “You have no choice.”
Thus commandeered, Britt placed her disseminated feet onto my visage. “Lick 'em,” she spat. Once more, I demanded that she relinquish her order. And my pleas earned yet an oval kick onto my face, a command to squirt her toes in my mouth, and one more hot-squatrete iteration. From the corner of my eye, I caught Britt leaving for refreshment.
The brunette returned from her pit stop with a blindfold. To secure compliance, she jabbed my tongue back out and taped it down. Incessantly, she commanded I use it to clean her feet before she'd cease.
Sluggishly, I tried to clamor for sweet salvation. Instead, I found my posture kneading her stinky feet. Britt despised my efforts, marching back to the kitchen. She enticed me to carry on. I levered tongue strings through her toes and blessed her soles with the salty spoils of sweat.
Brittnay erased the rubber tie and forced my bird eyes to turn toward her cloven sandals. She yanked out a fresh filter, stashed one paw onto my eyelids, then one paw around my lips and nose. Darting her toes near my tongue, she urged me to lick her dear legs. I whined and accused her of coercion. In response, she delivered a threatening spin-kick onto my crown. “Stick out your tongue!” she challenged. I could only shriek under the weight.
After a moment's hellacious pant, my feisty bunny wife saw inspiration: hot sauce. Bursting back into the room, Britt snatched hold of a 3-ounce bottle of pure capsaicin. She recalled my nipples turning red and blew me with a fury, “Start licking my feet, or I'll inject you with this!” Wavering, I tongued each of the soles, my face boiling from the speedy lacing.
Still, I pushed for a release. Britt cooed a groan, threatening to force-feed me the sauce after dumping the entirety of it onto me. Consequently, I slurped her rainbow-colored soles till they were wet enough, then she removed my blindfold.
Tired of my affection, she requested a swig for relief. A yes required energy, but Brittnay didn't wait. Instead, she hauled out a still-warm loaf of bread. Some fantastic steps supplied an introduction to the concoction. She popped a scented loaf-slice into her mouth, then told me to gobble, “Eat it if you wish to cool. Otherwise, you taste me without any reprieve.”
My mouth felt better, but my head still ache. She jammed a new slice of the seeded, poop-weighted bread into her mouth, then, telling me to feast, spat more bread. I puked into it. The warm breath played a dulcet roundelay between my head and her panty. My tongue still ached as I followed her suggestion to gulp the loaf given. It was fine.
Although the fire died, Britt bounced on me Dumbledore-style, only to order, “Eat your chattiness baking coal sweatier with cologne.” Dragging the loaf scraps from her behind, Britt informed me I'd eat more scented polymetallic slag. I spat it over her leg, expecting more pain. “Eat your taste strike strike!” Brittnay jabbed my head far off. “Stop or you'll suck stinky, slavery fecality!” My tongue eradicated all pain as I decided caving was my only chance.
I hesitantly opened my mouth, and Britt shoved it in. I choked and she hopped onto my face. She urged me to eat so I could inhale. I wrestled trying to breathe. I couldn't get a breath a second time. She had me pinned under her pussy. She told me to chew again or she wouldn't move. I cried out, and she grabbed my hair...she locked me in place while I yearned for oxygen.
I realized I needed to chew. I munched on the sweaty bread and Britt laughed. I was kicking and so eager for oxygen. I swallowed and started to tap. She laughed and said she didn't feel like getting up. I wailed and buried my face in her pussy. She stared into my eyes and I saw wickedness. She bragged about loving watching my eyes as I suffocated.
I screamed again and Britt eventually eased up. I gulped breaths as she squeezed my balls and pinched. She said it was time for some actual punishment. She inquired if I was prepared for her ass.
I had previously admired her ass, yet I didn't realize how much I craved it. Brittnay crawled in the opposite direction and told me to kiss it. I hadn't thought of it before, so I kissed her derrière. She chuckled and asked if I wanted the other side. I did, and my demonstration elicited a smile.
I kissed and kissed Britt's flawless derrière. It was like I was making out with it. She instructed me that there were special rules for her ass. She informed me that I'd detect its scent through her jeans. I'd be smelling it as long as she said, and if she felt I wasn't trying my best, she'd cut off my air again. For each mistake I made, I'd lose my breath for longer durations. Britt inquired if I comprehended and I acknowledged.
Britt snatched the tape she brought earlier and covered my mouth. She directed me to start inhaling. She relocated her derrière closer to my face and I inhaled deeply. I sensed a lot of sweat and turned my head. Britt yanked my hair and pushed my face back. She warned me that I'd lose my oxygen if I did that again.
I inhaled again, and once more was bombarded by sweat. I coughed and Britt giggled. She informed me she had been wearing those jeans for three days. Britt instructed me to keep breathing now and to make it deeper. I inhaled deeply and gagged.
Britt plopped down on my face. I was gasping for air but possessed her magnificent derrière. I squirmed, but Britt remained seated. She stated, "If you can't obey, oxygen isn't required." I had wanted to adulate Britt's derrière, but not like this.
I could see Britt's back and hair dangling down. I attempted to shift my face but her jeans pressed against my face when I moved. It hurt and she had more weight on me than when she was on top. I desperately needed air and started to groan.
I tried screaming, but her perfect ass muffled my shrieks. Britt screamed at me to scream into her ass. I kept screaming and writhed in pursuit of oxygen. I whimpered as I began to feel faint.
I tapped and tapped as Britt finally relinquished. I gulped in oxygen as my lungs burned. Britt admonished me to stop sniffing. I sniffed her ass as substantially as I could swiftly. I continued to sniff as Britt chuckled. She hinted that I could only breathe where she allowed. I kept sniffing, inhaling more and more of her sweat.
Britt retrieved my shaft from its chastity cage and manipulated it. I was moaning, but I couldn't achieve an erection without discomfort. Britt controlled the chastity cage tightly but permissively that she could still torment me. I longed for Britt's derrière but its aroma was intoxicating.
Brittnay ordered me deeper sniffs. She desired my nose to smell like hers. I sniffed, struggling not to throw up. Britt ordered me to take a deep breath. "This is strike two," she proclaimed, and she sat there, immovable. I moved my head sideways. Britt struck me in the abdomen and stated, "Put your head forward." I didn't and she hit my testicles. "Ram into my ass," she yelled through my tape, and gripped my hair. Her gravity held me against her derrière.
Britt whacked me again in the goods and I howled into her rear end. She squeezed my nuts and I started to yelp. She held on for thirty solid seconds as I yowled into her derriere. I was fighting like mad, desperately trying not to pass out.
Britt cackled as she saw a strap on my arm begin to come undone. I needed a breath stat! I pulled the strap, making sure it was good and tight, but it unfortunately was practically coming undone. Velcro was begging to split.
She laughed at my struggle. "Stop trying to escape or I won't get up," Britt ordered. My breaths were getting much shorter and I was gasping for some much-needed oxygen. Yet, she kept her trotters in place. I shrieked, tussling as hard as I could but Britt stood her ground.
She snatched my fingers and began bending them back. I thought I may pass out as the days whizzed by when she finally relented from dominating me. She commanded, "Sniff." Almost immediately, she sat up, and then promptly replanted her booty back on my face.
I desperately gasped and gulped through my nostrils. I tried staring her down but she wasn't in the mood to spare me. I grabbed my arm -- still free -- and stretched it out, intending to push her butt. But such a feeble move merely tickled her. She clasped my fingers and re-fastened the Velcro, this time attaching two sets of handcuffs to my now immobile wrists.
I pleaded with Britt to free me, but she just sat back down, holding my fingers in firm grasp. "Sniff harder," she demanded. This game had turned sour fast with tears beginning to form in my eyes. The odor was overpowering, and yet, I was glad I could avoid tasting it. Brittnay mockingly chimed, "This playtime is about to get more unpleasant."
She brandished an evil grin and threatened, "Anytime you need air, I'm going to fart in your face." I howled, wailing fervently about not wanting to endure another inhale of her behind. "I'm not going to fart on you anymore. I'm going to sit on your face. The moment you need a breath, I'll fart at you." I begged her to have mercy.
I squirmed as she revealed her devious plan, so I coordinated my exhalations just right to not inhale her excrement. My supplies were running sparse, and I jiggled around while begging to be released. Britt suddenly let out a dying cow's last standing fart, "Breath now."
Through the exhales, I inhaled her fetid farts. "This is fun," she chuckled.
"I'm going to sit on your face," she now promised. And with that, she placed herself right on my nose. "And anytime you need a breath, I'm gonna fart in your face." I fist-pumped the air, a pleading gesture.
I couldn't fathom having to sniff her stinky behind this way. I was overjoyed when she first suggested she had interest in me, but now it hurt. She wanted to use her butt as my only source of oxygen, and I couldn't tolerate it one minute more. I tried to wiggle and jump but the metal cuffs around my wrists could only laugh at my attempts.
I sniffed super hard like I could barely take it. I could feel my breaths becoming short and my squirms turning squirrly. Britt asked if I was ready for round two. Having another fart would be better than the one steering me to pass out. She shook her head and cheekily remarked, "McDonald's is calling."
She positioned herself in front of my snout, leaned forward and.... farted. I squirmed, bucked, and tried to hold my breath. Britt snickered, "Sniff as you try to get free," she ordered. I surrendered to her demands, inhaling her fumes.
Britt whacked me near my nuts, and let loose with a doozy of a fart. "Sniff!" she shouted at me. I could do nothing but inhale, stifling my gut-wrenching moans. "This is a game I enjoy," she teased.
"I'm going to sit on your face," she finally ordered, perching her backside squarely in my face. "Any time you need air, I'll blow a fart in your face." I let loose a wail. This was one terrible act, pitting the stench of her flatulence against me.
I begged her to end it, to leave her backside off my nose. Yet, she took a step closer, sitting down atop my face again. "No air unless you smell my farts! Sniff!" she sternly advised, while evil laughter escaped her lips. She snagged a whip from a bedpost and rapped my midsection with it.
I pleaded, howling again as I caught a whiff of her F.A.R.T., hoping to end this unbelievable ordeal. "Now I'm going to use it everytime you need breath!" she shrieked mischievously, wondering how much longer I could handle this situation.
I struggled to avoid it but Britt quickly crouched down again. Her nails dug into my scrotum, taunting me. "Do you need air?" she asked smugly. I squirmed and grunted as she lowered herself on my nose.
I sighed as I felt another fart come near my nose. "I'm not gonna fart on you," she told me before presenting me with the first fart of the situation all over again to inhale. I disobeyed, so she obliterated my face with it. Britt basically crushed her fart into my jowls.
Pleading, barely a whisper, I muttered something about not agreeing. She denied her farting just long enough for me to squeeze out an inhale and then she went reclused. Bucking and thrashing about, I struggled once more. Slowly, my grunts became quieter and shorter.
Britt licked her lips and chuckled, "Watch out: I'm getting ready to make you play the fart inhale game for all weekend long." My mouth dropped open. There could be no end to it. I gasped for breath as if my life depended on it, but it was all a game to her. "Punishment comes when you don't bend," she told me before smacking my gut with that much-used whip.
I felt like I couldn't breathe anymore, so I began tapping for help. But Britt just laughed and used the crop on my leg, causing me pain. I cried out and struggled, needing air badly.
Britt smiled at me and asked if I needed a breath. I nodded, and she laughed again. She said she liked how red my face was getting, as well as the fear in my eyes.
Britt told me she wanted me to smell the farts. I tried to fight back, but Britt held me down and pressed her ass against my face, not letting me breathe. She bounced on my face, but not enough to allow any air in. The jeans rubbed against my face, causing my skin to get irritated. I cried out and tapped again, begging for release.
Finally, Britt leaned forward a bit, allowing me to inhale. She farted in my nose for about 30 seconds. I was asked to sniff the smell deeply. It was awful, but I had to follow her orders. She let out another small fart, even more repulsive, and made me sniff it as well.
Britt scolded me for not doing as she said and hit me in the balls with the crop. I couldn't take it any longer and sniffed her butt, despite the horrid stench. Britt then demanded I plunge my nose into her ass and take a deep breath. I hesitated, but was struck by the crop again, prompting me to do as she ordered.
I did as instructed, but decided to pull my head away after a moment. She hit me with the crop, shouting that I was disobedient. I was ordered to put my nose back in, and I did, though I quickly pulled it out due to the unbearable smell.
Once more, Britt hit me with the crop for disobeying her. She told me that it was now time to learn to hold my breath for longer, and she expected me to let her fart fill my nose for 2 minutes without breathing.
I cried out and squirmed, trying to move my head away, but Britt held me down tightly. She took out a stopwatch and said "10 seconds."
The terrible smell was burning my lungs and my nose hurt from the jeans. I struggled, hoping I could breathe, but Britt stopped me. She told me to stay still and enjoy it, telling me my struggle was pathetic.
After lasing for a while and being slapped in the balls, Britt informed me that I had made it a minute and a half, but I was still far from the target. My mind began to grow hazy, and I started to feel faint.
I was desperate for air, but Britt continued to push me, taunting me until I was sobbing into her behind. She scoffed and dug her nails into my nipples, causing me to scream once more into her ass. She reminded me that I had only reached the halfway point.
As I fought harder to free myself, Britt became more persistent, even slapping my balls with her crop. She counted down again, telling me that I had only 10 seconds left.
I muffled sobs into her rear as I fought against her and the chafing jeans. It was like I was losing my mind. I thrashed wildly, struggling to break free. But Britt just watched and laughed as I counted down the last few seconds until I lost consciousness due to lack of oxygen.
Britt lifted herself momentarily, allowing me to take a gulp of air. She had clearly won the game. Britt took the opportunity to laugh at my discomfort and knock me out once more, this time using the crop to hit me in the balls.
Upon regaining consciousness, I found myself still in the same position, still bound and helpless. Britt walked out of the room for a few minutes. I tried to look around for a way to break free, but everything had been secured, leaving me trapped.
When Britt returned, she came back holding something. She told me there were three more 'punishments' for the night. My heart raced in fear at the prospect of more torment. She got back on top of me, and said there was one more thing I had to do before I was punished.
Britt explained that she would sit on my face once more. This time she would hold her breath, and I would hold mine. She said the winner would receive something. I squirmed, thinking it was a trap. But Britt wore a smirk as she climbed onto me.
She sat on my face until I was almost at the point of losing consciousness and told me that she had won. As a prize, she pulled my chastity cage off, giving me the opportunity to get a bit of sensation. But the victory was short-lived, as Britt just smirked and left the room.
Britt instructed me to inhale along with her. I obeyed and she hovered over my face, pinning me down. I was looking up at her private parts with her dominating presence over me. She wasn't a heavy person, but with her body burden on my face, she seemed heavy. My face was on her crotch, with my nostrils crammed against it. Her jeans were snug against my nose, causing my nose to feel compressed.
I tried swiveling my head, but Britt was pressing herself down too steadfastly on my face, making it difficult for me to move. Although I had some air, it was insufficient. Britt smirked, still in mid-air, seemingly enjoying my discomfort. I hoped that she would exhale soon so I could catch my breath. My nostrils were becoming sore and the pressure wasn't relenting.
When Britt exhaled with a small laugh, I groaned up to Britt. But she didn't budge, just grinning further. She congratulated me on my successful maneuver and hinted that my face would act as a seat for this victory. She gazed down at me, keeping her breath retained while I began to squirm, gasping for oxygen. My nose hurt from her weight and the pressure only worsened as she hovered.
Britt exhaled again, this time with a much bigger laugh, comments that she was victorious. She was still seated on my face and she chuckled as I pleaded for air. She asked me to be quiet, since she was talking. Britt told me she was going to watch a movie. She gloated that I'd be her human seat for the duration.
I cried, but Britt merely chuckled at my discomfort. She insisted that I'd also be in her ass, without any clothing between us. I yelped, but Britt still wouldn't move. I wrestled and Britt simply looked at me with a sinister gleam in her eye, relishing my anguish as she emphatically refused to allow me to regain air. She seized my nose, inhibiting me from taking in any air.
I couldn't breathe at all and couldn't even take shallow breaths because of the hold she had on my nose. Britt demanded me to beg. I pleaded pathetically into her rear, "Please" over and over. She growled and ground her jeans into my nose.
I continuously yelled while she gradually increased the pressure on my nose. Britt dug her nails in my nose, hurting even more and making it nearly unbearable to breathe. Finally, she relented, releasing her hold on my face. I was getting air and started to catch my breath. Britt placed her butt on my face and tooted, filling my nostrils with the repugnant odor of her flatulence.
Britt gazed down at me, informed me that she was about to watch Mean Girls. I shook my head, realizing the movie's length was 1.5 hours. She grinned and gave a negative response. I was already feeling lightheaded due to the lack of oxygen. Britt positioned her rear on my face again and placed her legs on my abdomen, her weight smothering me.
Britt giggled and said she enjoyed having a human chair. She proudly said that my nose was for her perfect buttocks. She asserted, "You're now my ass slave!" My muffled screams were met with her hearty laughter as she jiggled on my face, causing the jeans' seams to dig into my nose.
I convulsed harder and fought for air, but Britt sat nonchalantly on my face. She said that slaves didn't need air and had to earn it by enduring not breathing. I struggled, muffled screams emerging as I sought to break free, but she firmly sat on me, stating that only air was given to slaves if granted by the girl.
I halted my struggles, trying to avoid Britt's wrath. My limbs twitched as I experienced unendurable thirst for oxygen. I yelped loudly, beseeching Britt to let me breathe. My swollen nose felt like I could fall unconscious any moment. Britt laughed and told me air was given by her command. She gleefully kicked my scrotum hard, making me sit still.
Struggling, I desperately sought air, intermittently groaning and attempting to shake Britt off my face. I was nearing the edge of consciousness and fought to breathe. My entire body was shaking from my lack of air. My appeals for air were weak, muffled sounds that Britt couldn't hear and ignored me, much to my dismay. My struggles ceased all of a sudden and I felt like slipping into darkness...
I woke up in the middle of the night, my nose met with a dirty stench. I was terrified as I realized I was still tied down. Britt was still there, grinning at me as I tried to cover my face from her stench. She told me that as a slave, I must learn to follow orders.
She got up and began to undress. I couldn't stop staring at her cute ass in her thong. Britt took a seat back onto my face, still smelling of her dirty farts. She decided it was time to watch a movie. She turned around and lowered her ass onto my face again.
The sweat and farts were overwhelming. I tried to scream but I couldn't move. Britt released a small fart as she asked me to sniff it. I had no choice but to inhale her stinky air.
A small reward came my way, as Britt decided to feed me some food. I refused but she insisted. She left the room and returned with some crackers and cheese.
Britt pulled my mouth open. She sat back down and put her ass in my face once more, this time with crackers in her ass. I was forced to lick them out before she would allow me to move again.
She jumped off again and straddled me, pushing the cheese-filled crackers in her butt. "Eat", she commanded. I begged her to let me go, but she hit me on my balls.
I gave in and stuck out my tongue, tasting the crackers mixed with her sweat. I attempted to lick all of the cheese off but Britt laughed at me. "Lick it all or I'll give you more punishments." I did as she asked and licked her ass.
When I thought the cruelty ended, Britt pulled off her thong. She told me that I wasn't even allowed to eat normally. My tongue licked the crackers out of her taint.
She climbed back on me and placed the cheese crackers back into her ass. Again she demanded that I eat them. "No", I protested, but Britt threatened me with more punishments. With no other choice, I began to lick her sweaty ass.
As I was finishing, I heard her yawning. She informed me she was tired and wanted to see the smother device she had earlier. She put me into the harness and climbed into bed. She laughed at how I would have to stay in her ass all night.
I struggled to escape, pleading for her to let me go. She refused to move and just laughed at me. She asked me to put my tongue in her ass and breathe, claiming it would keep me from passing out. I tried to turn my face but her cheeks were held firmly in place, trapping my head down.
I couldn't breathe as I tried to move, His laugh filled the room. I tried to lick or do something to get air, but Britt just sat on my face and laughed at my misery.
I tried pushing my head up but my hands were bound. I gasped for air as Britt moved her hips, making it impossible to breathe. My legs were also restrained. I screamed for air and she just laughed louder.
She decided to torture me with being without air. I tried to lift my body up, but Britt pushed my face down, still laughing at my struggles.
I didn't know if I could last much longer with no oxygen. I tried to break free but I couldn't. Britt then sat back on me, holding me firmly while laughing at my pathetic attempts at escaping.
Britt took another heaving breath and farted on my tongue. I gagged as she whispered she wouldn't let me go and I eventually passed out from lack of breath.
When I awoke in the darkness, I was still on my stomach with my face in something that felt like a pillow. My hands and legs were tied in restraints. My head was pushed down and I felt something heavy on my face. This was how I was forced to breathe, forced into Britt's dirty ass without my consent.
I tried to move my head but it was stuck. There was some sort of device holding me down. My body ached as I tried to move but I couldn't.
The smell of sweat from Brittnay's butt filled my nostrils. Any time I lowered my head, I couldn't breathe, but when I held it up, I could only detect the scent of her rear end. I tried to wriggle free, but I was unable to budge.
pppbbbbtttt I felt a fart applied directly to my nose and began to squirm. My attempts to escape were fruitless. Britt chuckled as the lights came on. I was tied to Britt's ass. My hands were knotted beneath her, and my face was pressed against her behind.
Britt informed me that I was in a smother harness. She declared that a good slave sleeps in his Mistress's rear. I put up a fight, but my mouth was ensnared in her butt, precluding any pleas for mercy.
Britt giggled and pppbbbbtttt again into my nose. Despite my efforts, I couldn't break free.
Telling me to scent all of her farts, Britt said, "I'll be here all night." I attempted to negotiate, but she ignored my requests. She put her face close to mine and whispered, "And now, be a good slave and obey." I took in the fart through my nostrils and planted my face back against her rear.
Britt approved, extolling me as a good slave and extinguishing the light. Though I didn't want to be smothered, I couldn't lift my head. I had to save my energy.
Britt released a pppbbbbttttfart into my nostrils. I raised my head and sniffed her fart. My nose was now filled with Britt's flatulence. I attempted to move my arms, but they were securely fastened to the gag. My efforts to flee were in vain. I cried out for release, but my mouth was buried in her backside.
Britt chuckled and pppbbbbttttdiffused her fart with great gusto. I tried to remove my head, but it remained entangled in her derriere. Britt directed me to be a well-mannered servant and to revel in the scents. Reluctantly, I inhaled her fart fully and buried my face in her behind.
At 3:27, the lights flickered back on and Britt's laughter rang out. Despite the fact that I desperately wanted to be released, I had no choice but to obey. Britt's laughter came to a standstill, and the humid assault on my nose continued.
Numerous farts were released in my nose. I could detect traces of fast food on her farts. The odor was repulsive. I sought to wiggle my legs, but the straps were so tight they wouldn't budge. I needed to devise a means of escaping this situation.
With another fart, they became moist. The situation was unbearable. I required some sort of release. I may have been able to persuade Britt to free me by licking her anus. My mouth was already buried within her ass, so I simply decided to consider this alternative.
I whispered, "Britt, please let me go," as I extended my tongue. I placed my face against her anal opening and began to reignite my tongue. I was considering asking for release, but I found myself enjoying her ass's taste. I stuck my tongue inside her anus.
A particularly pungent fart came forth and landed atop my tongue, causing me to gag. However, I couldn't escape the torment of her asshole. I was struggling for air as a fart occupies my mouth.
Remarkably, I managed to extract my nose just enough to breathe in the remains of the fart. The stench was nauseating, but I had no choice.
To finish the ordeal, I protruded my tongue into Britt's anus again and began licking it. Britt's contentment echoed in her moans, although she didn't awaken. I abandoned all attempts at escape and committed to the act. I licked her derriere and experienced a state of bliss. Despite my struggles, I eventually succumbed to the ass licking and caught my final few winks.
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