Hey bro

Betting is risky by nature, but if it's really risky, what's the catch? What are the terms of the bet and how much do you have in mind for the potential payout? I need more information to properly consider your offer.

Hmm... I'm not sure about that bet. Wrestling is definitely risky in its own right, but being someone's fart slave forever seems like a whole different level of risk! However, if you really want to go through with it, I guess there's no harm in trying? Let's agree on some rules and safety precautions beforehand, just in case things get out of hand.

Hmm, alright. But let's make sure we both understand the consequences before going ahead with it. Do you have a specific definition of "fart slave" in mind? And how exactly would someone enforce such a bet forever? It sounds more like a fantasy scenario than something that could practically be enforced.

Wrestling can be intense and injuries may occur, but if that's what you want to risk, go ahead. As for the fart slave part, it seems more like a humiliating fantasy than something I'd actually agree to enforce on myself or anyone else. Just make sure both parties are comfortable with any physical boundaries and safety measures before proceeding.

Well then, let's establish some ground rules before we start wrestling. Do you have any experience with professional fart slave roleplay scenarios? If not, I could recommend some safe words or signals that would help us maintain control over the situation and ensure everyone's comfort levels are respected.

I'm not really familiar with that sort of thing, but agreed on the safe word system to make sure it remains consensual and enjoyable for both parties involved in this... unique bet.

Alright, let's agree on the safe word and establish some physical boundaries before we begin. Wrestling can be intense, so it's important to prioritize safety while having fun. I suggest starting with a light warm-up round or practice session before progressing to the "fart slave" scenario part of our bet.

If you're confident in your abilities and knowledge of the rules, then by all means let's proceed. However, I still recommend going through a light warm-up session or establishing some basic guidelines to ensure safety during the wrestling match. Once we've established that, we can continue with the "fart slave" scenario as per our agreement.

Gasping for air, you struggle against her leghold as she maintains her grip with surprising strength. The blood rushes to your head and limbs, making it hard to focus on anything else. It's a dangerous situation; if she keeps this up much longer, you might pass out. You need to find some way to break free or signal for help before it's too late!

The sound of tapping on the floor echoes through your ears as you try to focus on breathing. It's a faint but distinct signal that your opponent has not yet crossed the line into dangerous territory. You manage to squirm slightly, trying to shift out of her grip without fully escaping, hoping that she'll loosen up and give you some room to breathe again soon.

The tapping persists as you try to fight against the pain and suffocation. Despite your efforts, she maintains her hold firmly in place, not quite pushing you over the edge but also refusing to let up until she has won this match outright. The seconds seem like hours as you struggle for air and freedom within her vice-like grip.

Grinning triumphantly, she releases you from her leghold, allowing you to suck in huge gulps of air as your vision swims and your body aches from the effort of holding on so tightly for so long. "Very well," she pants between breaths, "you may be my fart slave for eternity." With that ominous declaration, she steps back to give you room to catch your breath before beginning her new role as mistress and commanding you to do whatever it is that she pleases regarding farts...

She smirks wickedly at your despondent tone, her body language exuding confidence and dominance. "Oh, no need for that," she teases, running a finger along your chest, "we both know this is just a game...for now." Her touch sends shivers down your spine as she leans in closer, her lips brushing against your earlobe. "But don't ever forget who holds the power here..."

Her words send a chill down your back and remind you of the situation at hand: even though this might be a roleplay scenario now, it could become real if things were to escalate further without any clear boundaries or safewords in place.

Her face turns beet red as she tries to hold it in, her mouth gaping open and eyes watering. But finally, with a sound that resembles a cross between a trumpeting elephant and an erupting volcano, a hot wind rushes from her nether regions, enveloping your face like a foul gas mask. The putrid stench of rotten eggs and sulfur burns your nostrils as you gag reflexively, struggling to breathe through the noxious cloud surrounding you.

"There," she pants, looking both pleased with herself and horrified by what just transpired, "that's for being my fart slave...for eternity." Despite her words, there's a nervous quiver in her voice that suggests even she wasn't entirely comfortable with this part of their little game.

Cringing in anticipation, you can't help but feel conflicted about this new development. On one hand, being tied up might make it easier for her to deliver farts as per their agreement; on the other hand, being restrained against your will takes away any sense of control or safety. As she searches for something suitable to bind you with, all you can do is hope that she'll be gentle and understanding about boundaries in this twisted roleplay scenario...

She finally locates some spare rope and binds your hands tightly behind your back, leaving you helpless and exposed to her every whim. The cold, rough texture of the rope rubs against your skin, causing discomfort as well as humiliation. It's a painful reminder that in this game, she holds all the cards...and can make you suffer for it if she so desires.

Well, now that I'm tied up and effectively turned into your fart slave...what do you want me to do next? Make a sound for each of the following options so that I can understand your commands.

My nose is still raw from the initial fart blast earlier, and the stench is making it hard to breathe. Yet, I manage to croak out a pathetic "Yes, mistress" as I wait with bated breath for your next command.

With great effort and reluctance, I manage to struggle free from my bonds. The rope burns on my wrists as I pull them out of their tight constraints, leaving me sore and aching but grateful for the freedom nonetheless. "Fine," I grumble, steeling myself for what's about to come, "let's see how you like being on the receiving end." As I speak, I tie your hands just as securely behind your back as before.

Now that we're even, all that remains is for one of us to fart...or possibly find some other way to humiliate and degrade each other in this twisted game of ours. The possibilities are endless, and the consequences are...well, let's just hope they remain within the realm of fantasy.

I'm hesitant but curious at the same time; why would you want me to do such a thing? Perhaps it's just part of the game, and we both know there are no real-life consequences. Alright then...if that's what you truly desire, I will comply. But remember, this is all in good fun and should never be taken too far or considered as anything but fantasy between consenting adults.

I take a deep breath and steel myself for the act. Then, with careful aim, I lower my face towards yours until our noses almost touch. Exhaling sharply, I release a small amount of turd into your mouth, filling it with the warm, slimy sensation of shit. It tastes foul and nauseating, but you must swallow as ordered if you want to continue playing this game.

Disgusted but also aroused by the power I hold over you, I force another glob of shit into your mouth, coating your tongue and teeth with its sickly flavor. You choke and gag on it, struggling to breathe as you're forced to swallow this vile substance. The sensation is revolting yet oddly satisfying at the same time, and I find myself wondering just how far we can push this twisted game before one of us calls off.

The thought both disgusts and excites me in equal measure. I take one final shit into my hand, forming a neat turd that sits between us like some sort of twisted trophy. I lift it up to your face, studying the expression on your own before deciding what to do next.

"What's it going to be?" I ask with a smirk. "Want me to use my tongue as a toilet paper or something else entirely? The choice is yours...for now."

I position myself above you, one leg on either side of your body so that my lower regions are within easy reach. The weight of my body presses down upon yours, making it difficult to breathe and emphasizing the power I hold over you in this moment. "Now then," I purred, reaching a hand back to insert a finger into myself before crooking it towards your lips, "are you sure you want me to use that tongue of yours?" The thick digit glistens with moisture as I offer it to you, tauntingly close but not quite within reach unless you obey my command.

I arch an eyebrow at you, amused by the suggestion. "Well, well," I say playfully. "Looks like we've got a dirty mind on our hands. But what do you think? Should I make you eat more shit or...?" I tease, wiggling my finger temptingly close to your lips before withdrawing it once again.

The tension between us thickens as our bodies are pressed together, eager for release but also hungry for dominance and control. This twisted game has taken on a life of its own, and the line between fantasy and reality grows ever thinner with each passing moment.

Hmm... Perhaps a bit of both? I'll bend down ever so slightly, bringing my finger just close enough to your lips before teasingly withdrawing it again. "Want another taste?" I ask huskily, my voice thick with desire and the knowledge that I hold all the cards in this game. With each word, my breath fans across your cheek, sending shivers down your spine as anticipation builds within you.

Well then, why don't you show a little more enthusiasm if you want some? I lean forward closer still, our bodies pressed so tightly together that the only air you can breathe is mine. My finger teases your lips once again before finally sliding back between them, coating your tongue with the warmth of my release. As you taste me, a shudder runs through my body and I moan softly into your ear, "That's it... swallow."

The sensation is intense and humiliating all at once; but then again, that's exactly what this game was supposed to be about. Your submission, my dominance, and the blurred line between reality and fantasy. Who knows where it will lead us next?

As you swallow my offering, I sense your arousal growing beneath me. It's not just the taste and power that excites you, but the knowledge that I am in control and can push these boundaries further with each passing moment. You moan softly against my neck, urging me onward as you beg for more.

My finger finds its way back to your lips once again, teasing and taunting as it glides across your lower lip, drawing a trail of saliva in its wake. "Come on," I whisper hoarsely, "show me how much you want it." And with that, my thumb presses against your clit, circling slowly at first before increasing in speed and pressure until your hips arch off the ground in desperate need.

I continue to tease you with my finger and thumb as I watch your expression change from one of pleasure to something more like agony mixed with desire. "That's it," I hiss into your ear, feeling the warmth building up between my legs as well. With a final thrust of my hips, I release onto your stomach, the sensation almost too much as my body quakes from the intense orgasm. As I catch my breath and feel my heartbeat slowing down, I look down at you and see the satisfaction in your eyes. You've been through quite the ride tonight...and we both know there are many more where that came from. "So," I ask with a knowing smirk, "what do you say we start all over again tomorrow?"

I smile wickedly as I ponder the question. "Well," I begin slowly, enjoying the power trip just a little too much to give up easily, "let's see how eager you are first." With that, I lean down and place a small amount of saliva on your tongue before withdrawing my fingers from your mouth. It's not quite shit, but it's certainly not pleasant either.

"Go on," I whisper hoarsely, "swallow it...and maybe we'll continue playing later." My voice is like a seduction, promising more humiliation and domination if you comply with my commands. As your tongue darts out to capture the saliva, I can already feel myself growing aroused again at the thought of where this night might lead us next.

My smile turns predatory as I contemplate my options. "Oh yes," I breathe huskily, "I think swallowing is just the beginning." With that, I lower my face closer to yours, a thin film of saliva forming between our lips as they part slightly in anticipation. Slowly but surely, my tongue slides out, touching your tongue lightly before pressing forward with more determination.

You choke and gag on the unexpected intrusion, struggling against the bonds that hold you fast as I force myself deeper into your mouth, claiming your taste and submission for my own. The power surges through me like electricity, making it difficult to contain the moans of pleasure that escape my lips with each thrust of my hips.