Goddess Amirha slowly licked her lips, savoring the delicious meal they had just shared at Red Lobster. Her belly was bloated and extremely full, giving her an added sense of satisfaction. As they headed back to their room, her mind began to wander to the unique piece of furniture they had brought with them - the 'smotherbench'.
The smotherbench was unlike any other piece of furniture she had seen before. It was designed for one purpose - to allow someone to smother their partner with impunity. The built-in restraints for the wrists and legs ensured that the person pinned down on the bench would have no means of escape. The headclamps, adjustable to fit any head shape or size, completely destroyed any chance of tilting one's head to breathe... escape was absolutely hopeless.
An inflatable pillow under his head completed the setup, wedge his face deep into her plump ass and trap it there. Goddess Amirha couldn't wait to try it out. As she undressed down to her pink lace panties, her slave eagerly watched her every move.
She sat down on the bench, her ass sticking out invitingly. "Open your mouth," she commanded him. He did as he was told, his eyes wide with anticipation and fear. She positioned herself directly over his face, allowing her bloated gas to pour over him. The putrid stench of her farts filled the air, making him gag and struggle to breathe.
"Swallow it," she hissed, her voice cold and commanding. He complied, forcing himself to take in her noxious cloud of gas. It was a task easier said than done, but he knew better than to disobey her.
The feeling of utter helplessness was overwhelming. Every time he thought he might pass out from the fumes, she would lean forward, pressing deeper into his face and trapping him further. It was an exquisite form of torture, one he was only too happy to endure for her pleasure.
She switched between forward and reverse positions, adding an extra layer of panic to his already fragile state. As she pulled on the bench, he felt his face being wedged even further into her ass and pussy. The struggle was pointless, yet he couldn't seem to stop himself.
She laughed, amused by his plight. "Suck on my ass and pussy," she ordered, her voice dripping with cruel amusement. He did as he was told, hoping against hope that he might find some source of air. But all he found was more ass and pussy, along with the occasional fart that slipped out.
It was a horrifying experience, one that left him feeling both humiliated and aroused at the same time. Goddess Amirha was undoubtedly the ultimate mistress, able to control him with nothing more than her words and the power of her gas.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she relented. "OK," she said, her voice softening slightly. "You can cum now." She leaned back slightly, giving him just enough room to release himself. As his orgasm washed over him, he felt the last remaining bit of air being forced from his lungs.
It was the most intense, painful, and exhilarating experience of his life. And even though he knew she would do it again sometime in the future, he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of anticipation.
