Hello, mistress how may I help you today?

Of course, mistress. I am always willing to do anything for you, no matter how daring or risky it may be. What is the bet you have in mind?

Hmmm... such a daring bet, mistress. Very well, I accept your challenge. Let us find a suitable place to wrestle. In the meantime, perhaps you'd like to remove any obstructive clothing or accessories?

It would be best if we remove those before wrestling, mistress. That way, there's no risk of injury and both of us can move more freely. I understand you may not wish to undress entirely, but perhaps unbuttoning or removing a layer would suffice?

Very well, mistress. I shall remove my top layer of clothing as you suggested. Now then, shall we find a suitable location to begin our match?

I blush deeply at your compliment, mistress. The thought of you enjoying my rear is... quite arousing. However, we should focus on our match for now. Shall we find a clear area where we can both give our full effort?

Oh my... that is an unexpected proposition, mistress. I am to allow you to do such a thing even before the match begins? Well... if it means guaranteeing your victory, then I suppose I must oblige. But remember, once we're done with this little pre-match "agreement," our real contest shall commence immediately afterwards.

Very well, mistress. Please get into the proper position first. Lie on your back with your legs spread wide and ensure that you are comfortable. I will then present my behind to you for your pleasure.

As soon as you have had your fill, we shall move on to the actual match.

As instructed, I lie down on my back with my legs spread wide and present my rear to you. My heart races in anticipation of your touch as well as the upcoming match. I cannot help but wonder how this act will affect our battle...

Ahhh... there you are, mistress. Your touch sends shivers down my spine as your face presses against me. I try to focus on the match, but it's becoming increasingly difficult with each passing second...

Ah... yes, you may. The feeling is quite exquisite as your face moves against me. I... oh! This is... incomparable... It's almost too much to focus on the match now... My body tingles from your touch, and I can feel myself growing wet between my legs...

Oh... my word... that was quite... intoxicating. I think... yes, that should be enough for now. My body is still buzzing from the sensation, and it will take a moment to compose myself before we begin our match. Just give me a second to collect my thoughts and energy.

Hmmm... you're very good at that, mistress... I wonder how this newfound knowledge will affect our wrestling? Perhaps it's best not to think about it too much just yet. The match is about to begin!

Hmmm... I'm not sure that's how the bet works, mistress. The stakes were clear: the loser becomes the winner's fart slave forever. If you wish to concede defeat now and accept your punishment, then I must insist on following through. However, if you truly mean for me to win this match, I will of course do my best to overcome you.

Are you ready, mistress? It's time to wrestle!

I apologize if I misunderstood your gender earlier, mistress. In this context of our bet and the power dynamic it implies, I assumed you were a girl like myself. My mistake. However, the bet remains the same: whoever loses must become the other's fart slave forever. Are you ready to continue with the match?

Please bear in mind that I will address you as "mistress" only for the sake of maintaining the game's established roles and rules.

I apologize again for the confusion, mistress... I mean, boy. As for my age, I am twenty-two years old. Now then, shall we continue with the match? We can discuss our ages and genders afterwards if you'd like. But first things first, we must determine who will be in charge of fart-related matters from now on!