I could hear my newest acquisition, a slave named David, struggling to catch his breath as I callously dragged him into the dark cabin. As we entered the foyer, I casually dropped him onto the hard floor before I walked further in to turn on the lights. The dark cabin began to illuminate before me, revealing a nice rustic kitchen directly in front of me, and an entry into a cozy looking living room off to the right. I kicked off my shoes, and turned back to face the pathetic little creature gasping on the floor.
"Your owner is hungry, slave," I began. "Crawl into the kitchen and get to work on a meal. In the future, you'll be punished for not anticipating my needs as well."
I gave David's belly a soft kick, reminding him that I meant business. "Oh, and it should go without saying, but you're cooking just for me, not yourself."
The poor thing nodded meekly and crawled naked into the kitchen. I smiled, happy to know that an amazing weekend likely awaited me here in the cabin. I then walked over to the kitchen table and sat down, my back to my busy cooking slave. I grabbed my phone as the sounds of frantic meal preparation intensified. Bless the pathetic boy's heart, he really was afraid of what would happen if he took too long. Of course, he had no idea that I was honestly going to punish him repeatedly this weekend regardless of how he did, but telling him that would ruin all the fun.
I swiped up to unlock my phone and began to idly scroll through my contacts. A fart slave was nice, yes, but sometimes a woman needed some nice dick too. In my experience, it was a bad idea to give slaves that privilege, as it quickly went to their heads. I continued to scroll, and before long my eyes lit up. I stopped on the name "Aaron", and began to draft a message.
"Hey there, I'm at the cabin," it began. "You know the one, where we had a fun little weekend a few months ago. I have a new acquisition, and I'd love for you to help me take it for a spin."
I quickly hit send, glancing up at my busy little bee, making sure he hadn't seen the message. David was still focused on his task, chopping and baking, and had no idea what I was up to. Moments later a reply flashed on the screen.
"Sounds like fun," the message began. "I'll be there in a couple hours."
I smiled and quickly closed the messaging app. It really was going to be an amazing weekend.
Before too long, my personally prepared meal was ready. At this point my stomach was visibly grumbling. A long drive and breaking in a new toy had really gotten my appetite going. David had prepared a nice steak with a side of broccoli and mashed potatoes. I couldn't help but let out a slight giggle. Had the naive little thing not really considered the digestive consequences of broccoli? Oh well, he'd soon learn his lesson.
As I thought about the fun I'd have with him later, David set the plate in front of me and poured me a nice full glass of red wine he had found in the cupboard. He then dropped to his knees.
"I hope the meal is to your liking, Mistress," he said.
I glared down at him.
"Did I give you permission to speak, slave?" I replied, trying my best to sound as intimidating as possible before letting out a sigh. "Your pathetic groveling is going to ruin my meal. Let's nip that in the bud."
I rose and grabbed David's collar before forcibly dragging him in front of the kitchen chair. I then bent his neck backwards, resting the back of his head on the hardwood chair base. I then lifted my dress, spread my cheeks, and enveloped the poor creature in my massive ass once again. I could only imagine how painfully uncomfortable this must have been on the wooden chair, but he'd just have to deal with it.
"That's better," I continued. "Silence and a nice cushion while I enjoy my dinner."
I could feel my fart slave squirming and trying to get comfortable beneath me, and it created those wonderful butterflies in my stomach again. Not wanting to waste the moment, I took a sip of the wine and began to cut into the steak. For all of his other failings, David was a decent cook. The steak looked nice and juicy. I took a bite, and slowly began to chew, savoring the moment before swallowing. I could only imagine what David must have been experiencing, the loud chewing likely amplified in his hot, sweaty prison. He probably heard and felt each swallow too, and probably could hear the juices in my stomach begin to digest. What a delightfully humiliating punishment for him.
I couldn't convince myself to savor David's torment for long, though. I really was starving after the long trip. I began to wolf down the mashed potatoes and broccoli, chasing them with big gulps of the fine wine my slave had served. Unsurprisingly, the fast eating quickly brought on a bubble of gas in my stomach, which I was more than happy to release on my ass prisoner.
The spread cheeks with the hardwood beneath them caused the first fart to ripple loudly. I stifled a chortle.
"That was far too loud," I barked. "Imagine if we had dinner guests over. As a fart slave you should be absorbing my farts silently and professionally."
I took another sip of the wine.
"Stick your tongue in my asshole, and wrap your lips around it. Do your duty."
I let out a soft sigh as I felt my slave's tongue penetrate me again. It was so warm and pleasant, and his lips certainly didn't detract from the experience. I continued to eat, and counted my blessings that I'd found such a useful new slave.
Before long the bubble built up in my gut again. It was time to test David's fart silencing abilities. I bore down with my pelvic muscles as hard as I could in order to really test him. What followed could only be described as a soft 'fffttfttt" sound as the hot gas filled my slave's mouth. I could feel him stifle a retch and a cough, that one must have been particularly foul. To his credit though, no additional sound escaped.
"That's better, fart slave," I said. "Remember your duties next time. It's very unladylike to have such loud farts, and since you belong to me you're responsible for taking care of that."
I felt David nod beneath me as I continued my meal. A few farts later, I had finished around ninety percent of it, leaving just the edge of the steak and a few scraps of broccoli and mashed potatoes. I rose from my seat and waddled over to the sink, and checked the cupboard beneath it. I smiled as I found the two dog bowls I had left here last time still under there waiting for me. I grabbed them and placed them in the corner of the kitchen.
Just then, the doorbell rang, Aaron had arrived. I stood there impatiently, waiting to see what David would do. Unfortunately, he did nothing. I walked over to him. He hadn't moved from the chair, given that he did not have permission to do so. He looked so pathetic, sweaty and pale, with his neck uncomfortably craned like that.
"Do you think that I, your owner, would answer the door for you?" I asked.
David snapped to attention, and looked at me as the blood drained from his face. He was clearly embarrassed to do so in this state.
"You have no dignity in this household," I continued. "Guests expect you to be pathetic and naked, and you'll just have to deal with it. Now, go answer the door before I make you regret this misbehavior."
David scrambled to his knees and crawled quickly to the door. He hesitated a moment before opening it, revealing Aaron towering above him in the doorway.
Contrasted to David, Aaron was a beautiful man. His dark chocolate skin glistened with a slight layer of sweat, and his thick muscles were clearly visible through his green shirt and tan shorts. He was just over six feet tall, and had a wonderful well-defined face with green eyes to match his shirt.
Aaron glanced down at David quivering beneath him, and then just casually stepped over him to embrace me with his powerful arms.
