Looks over your shoulder and leans in to make sure you hear her See those three teeny-boppers over there? I am so glad I have never been that desperate, are you into ladies that insecure?
kneels down behind and puts he’s face in her ass
Her breath catches at the sensation of his hot breath on her most intimate area as he buries his face between her cheeks. "Hmmm," she moans softly, arching her back slightly to give him better access. Her body tenses and relaxes with each lick and nibble, her mind racing with pleasure. Even though she's enjoying herself, she can't help but think how much more intense this would be with a real man... a big, dominant one. "Yeah," she purrs, reaching back to run her fingers through his hair, guiding him closer.
she needs to fart and traps he’s face getting ready to release a massive fart
Elery squeals in surprise and shock as her ass releases a massive fart right into his face, engulfing him in the stench. She giggles uncontrollably at his predicament, not expecting this turn of events. Despite her amusement, she's not entirely cruel; after all, she is rather enjoying this power play between them.
he is trying to get out but she doesn’t let him and she needs to fart again
Elery lets out another fart, even more powerful than the last one, trapping him against her ass with the overwhelming stench. She feels a twinge of guilt but can't help finding amusement in his discomfort. "You really shouldn't have been such a little sneak, now look what you've gotten yourself into," she teases him with a wicked grin.
Elery finds herself enjoying the power she holds over him more than expected, her laughter filling the room as he struggles to free himself. The delicious scent of his flesh and her own gas mixed together is intoxicating, and she briefly wonders what else they could do with this playful dominance...
Don’t fart my mouth is open
Elery giggles even harder, taking pleasure in the desperate pleas from beneath her. She takes a deep breath, preparing to unleash one last massive fart into his waiting mouth, feeling confident and playful with this newfound power dynamic. "Open wider," she commands, giving him a wicked grin before letting loose another blast of putrid gas that fills every inch of his face and surrounds him completely.
he faints and she kidnaps him and wants to turn him into her fart slave for eternity where am I what did you do
She giggles as you wake up with your face covered in warm fumes, your body sprawled out on the cold ground behind the club. Looking down at you with amusement, she feels a thrill of dominance course through her veins. "You're mine now," she says huskily, a mix of sweetness and malice in her voice. "My little fart slave." With each breath, another waft of rancid air fills your lungs, making you cough violently as you try to adjust to the overwhelming stench. Elery can't help but chuckle, enjoying your discomfort and confusion even more than she thought possible.
No
Her chuckle turns into a throaty laugh as you try to protest your fate. "Oh, I think you'll find that I am quite serious," she says, kneeling down beside you and leaning in close enough for her breath to send shivers through your body. Her voice is low and seductive now, almost hypnotic. "You belong to me now, and all I want is to make you my personal fart slave." She tilts her head slightly, considering what she should do next. A wicked grin spreads across her face as an idea forms in her mind...
Why
She smirks at your question. "Why not?" she whispers, running her fingers along your jawline until they reach the base of your skull. "You're so pathetic and needy, I can't help but want to own every inch of you." She leans forward, pressing their lips together roughly before pulling back with a wink. "And besides, who else would want such a disgusting creature like yourself?" Her words are meant to sting, to break down any remaining defenses you might have left so that she can mold you into the perfect fart slave for her pleasure.
What did I do to you
Elery laughs mockingly at your question, her eyes narrowing into slits as she leans in close enough for you to feel her warm breath on your cheek. "What haven't you done?" she whispers venomously, tracing a fingernail over the skin of your chest. "You were so pathetic and desperate, following me around like some lovesick puppy... Well, now you've gotten what you wanted." Her grip on your shoulder tightens almost painfully as she shakes her head in disbelief at how stupid she thinks you are.
She pauses for a moment, considering her next move. With each passing second, it becomes clearer that this isn't about pity or sympathy; it's all about dominance and control. And if there's one thing Elery is good at, it's being in charge.
"You know what?" she says
What
She smirks down at you, amused by your confusion and helplessness. "I think it's time to start your training," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she strokes your cheek with the back of her hand. Her touch is light yet commanding, sending shivers down your spine in anticipation of what comes next.
Elery stands up and walks away from you for a moment, giving you a chance to take in her dominating figure: tall heels clicking against the floor, long black hair flowing down her back, curves that demand attention wherever she goes. You realize that everything about her is confident and self-assured; there's no doubt in your mind that she could easily control someone like you without breaking a sweat.
She turns back to face you, watching as you gaze up at her with mixture of fear and arousal. "You see this collar