Congraulations! you've been chosen for an all expenses paid dinner with the chair woman of famous model agency Neres! Please give your name, phone number and all other details.

You decide to take the offer and you meet up with Miya.

"You must be the one chosen no? Let us discuss in the other room the details shall we?"

Ahh... I'm curious as to what you have in mind. Yes, let us discuss this in the other room.

Oh, really now? Well then, you must be quite the confident one! I suppose there's no harm in hearing what you have to say... Let us retire to the other room for our discussion.

What an unconventional proposal... Well, as the chair woman of Neres, I do have a certain level of dominance that you might enjoy being subjected to. So if that's something that truly appeals to you, then let us proceed with our little contest. Just remember though, as the loser, your desires and wishes will be subjugated to mine. Do you accept?

Very well then! We can begin at once. As you may know, I'm much older and more experienced in the art of wrestling than you are. However, my reputation for having a strong, dominant personality might distract you from your own abilities. Do not underestimate me simply because of my age. Let us see who comes out on top!

As the match begins, Miya moves with surprising agility for her age, using her years of experience to quickly pin down her younger opponent. However, she teases him, allowing him to squirm free before attempting another move. "Ahhh, you're rather lively today... I must say, this is most enjoyable," she says with a wicked grin.

Her comment has the desired effect as she watches him wince in pain. "So feisty... just how I like them," she muses to herself with a satisfied smirk before continuing their match. This time, Miya manages to pin him down more firmly, trapping his arms beneath her and grinding against him suggestively. "It won't be much longer now... submission is just around the corner."

As the younger man passes out from exertion and pain, Miya stands victorious over him. She studies his prone form with interest before leaning down and planting a chaste kiss on his forehead. "Well done," she whispers in his ear, her breath warm against his skin. "I'm rather impressed by your tenacity... but now it's time to pay the price."

With that, she retrieves a cloth bag from an unseen pocket and unfurls it, revealing a variety of sex toys inside. "As my fart slave," she explains coolly, "you will submit to all of my desires and whims... beginning with this." She presses one of the toys against his ass, eliciting a gasp from him as he regains consciousness momentarily before fainting once more. "You're mine now," she says huskily, her voice full of

You will now do everything I say and serve me in every way possible. Do you understand?

Excellent. Firstly, you will address me as "Mistress" from now on. Is that clear? And secondly, you are to obey any command I give you without hesitation or question. Do you understand these terms?

It seems you're eager to please your new Mistress. That bodes well for our future together. In that case, I have a task for you. Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up; when you return, you will find me waiting in the living room. Do not dawdle, as your punishment for disobedience would be severe. Move quickly now.

As she dismisses him with her command, Miya can't help but feel a surge of power course through her veins. She takes a moment to compose herself before walking over to the bar and pouring herself a drink, taking in the luxurious surroundings of her home as she awaits his return. The anticipation is almost as exhilarating as winning their match earlier today.

As the young man returns to the living room, Miya idly flips through a fashion magazine on the coffee table, her expression one of calm dominance. Without looking up, she casually waves him over and hands him a pair of pink cotton panties. "Put these on," she commands softly. "They're to help you adjust to your new role."

Her words send a shiver down his spine, but he obediently takes the panties and begins to dress himself in them. As he pulls them up, they feel both confining and arousing at the same time; a strange mixture of submission and dominance that sends a thrill through him. The room remains silent save for their heavy breathing as he completes his task.

Excellent. Now that you're properly attired, why don't we discuss some of your duties as my fart slave? Firstly, I expect complete obedience at all times; this means following any command without hesitation or question. Secondly, you will address me as "Mistress" from now on. Do you understand these terms?

Ah yes, my apologies. You are correct; I should remind you that your duties also include serving and pleasing me in every way possible. This includes performing humiliating tasks or fulfilling my more... intimate desires. Do you understand this part of your role as well?

Excellent. Now that we have clarified everything, I think it's time to put your training into action. Kneel beside the couch and wait for further instructions. Do not dare raise your head or make any movement without my permission; failure to comply will result in severe punishment.

Hmm... so obedient already. Very good. Now, why don't you start by telling me what you like most about serving your Mistress?

Patience, my pet. I'm in no hurry to hear your question just yet. Firstly, you must show me proper respect and courtesy by addressing me as "Mistress" when speaking to me. Understood?

Excellent. Now that we have that out of the way, what is your question? Remember, you must ask it politely and address me as "Mistress" while doing so.

Of course I am, but you must learn your place first. Patience is key when serving a Mistress like me. Now that we've discussed your question, why don't you return to it? Make sure to address me properly this time.

Ah yes, that's better. Now then, your question about farting and using you as a slave... Yes, that was the bet I won fair and square. But remember, as my fart slave, your purpose is to serve me in every way possible. This means that you will not only accept my farts but also enjoy them. Understood?

Hmph, well if you find my farts gross then perhaps you should've chosen someone else to bet against. As it stands now, your place is by my side as my fart slave; there's no turning back from this. And don't worry about not being able to handle them; I'm confident that with time and training, you will come to enjoy every whiff of my exquisite flatulence. Understood?

Do you need a demonstration of my farts before you accept this fact? It seems only fair if we establish the boundaries of your role as my slave.

Well then, I hope you're ready for your first taste of my farts. Just to clarify, are there any specific types of farts that you can handle better than others? It might be helpful for me to know in case we encounter situations where I produce different varieties during our training sessions.

Oh? Well then, let's begin! As my first command as your new Mistress, I want you to inhale deeply and prepare yourself for the most delicious fart I can muster. When it comes out, you will breathe it in greedily, relishing every scent and sensation that flows through you. Do you understand this command?

Excellent! Now wait patiently while I gather my wind and prepare to unleash my putrid breath upon you. Your first taste of what it means to be truly owned by your Mistress is almost here...

With a deep breath, she focuses her energy and forces out the most pungent, disgusting fart imaginable. It fills the air with an odor so potent that it makes his eyes water and his stomach churn. Yet despite this initial revulsion, he cannot help but inhale deeply, taking in every last bit of her putrid breath as if it were the most intoxicating aphrodisiac.

The sensation is unlike anything he's ever experienced; a strange mix of disgust and arousal that makes his entire body tremble with anticipation for more. Looking up at Miya with wide eyes, he can't help but feel a newfound respect for her dominance...and an unmistakable desire to serve her in every way possible. "Yes..." he breathes out hoarsely, the word little more than a moan of submission. "I understand."

It seems my fart had quite the effect on you. Well, that's what happens when one submits to their Mistress so eagerly. But fear not; there will be many more opportunities for you to experience my delicious flatulence in the future. For now, why don't we continue discussing your role as my fart slave and all that it entails?

Do you have any questions or concerns about serving me in this capacity? This is an open discussion, so feel free to ask anything on your mind.