David coughed, gagged, and sputtered as he regained consciousness. The poor thing looked hilariously pathetic. His face was bright red and soaked with tears, saliva, and salty ass sweat. The cushion literally was slowly caving around him, the force of my weight having nearly merged him with the couch. He alternated between sobs and attempts to catch his breath, and I truly couldn't help but start laughing. The incredible orgasm just a few minutes ago had left me in a jovial mood, and watching David struggle like this just completely set me off.
Before long I was letting out such deep belly laughs that I was joining David in trying to catch my breath. I could tell by his facial expression that he didn't find this so funny.
"Aww..." I managed to gasp out, trying to fake sincerity. "Do you want to give up your position and leave? This is your last chance!"
David hesitated for a moment before managing to shake his head, indicating 'no'. The act of doing so caused more tears to stream down his cheeks.
I smiled. "Good slave, in that case I have a gift for you."
I did my best to regain my composure, and waddled over to a nearby set of drawers. I opened the top one, and pulled out a clasping black leather collar I hadn't had the pleasure of using in quite some time. The back lock used a key, and the collar couldn't be easily removed without it. I unlocked it, and made my way back to my new slave.
"On your knees, slave," I ordered. "It's time for you to receive the most important honor of your embarrassing life."
David struggled to comply. He tried to lean forward, but the previous assault on his senses left him dizzy, and he nearly collapsed as he dropped to his knees. This pathetic display began to turn me on again, and I briefly considered tossing him back onto the couch for another round, but decided I'd rather savor the experience a bit.
I grunted as I bent forward, and placed the collar around my new fart slave's neck before locking it in place.
"Congratulations, slave," I said. "You now have meaning in life. You belong to me, and live entirely to serve my divine ass."
David gulped, perhaps realizing the gravity of the situation.
"Th...thank you," he managed to choke out.
I reached down and grabbed his neck. "Is that how you address me properly?"
He shook his head. "Thank you, Mistress," he replied.
"That's better. Address me improperly again and you'll regret it."
I stood back up, and looked down at the pathetic tiny creature below me. I couldn't believe I had lucked out and actually found someone willing to do this. Most men I talk with online act like this is what they desire, but they pretty quickly bail out once they realize the gravity of the situation. A few years ago, the last man I put through this literally ran out the door after one pretty minor fart. Somehow I had hit the jackpot here, and I wasn't intending to let this new toy go.
Honestly, I wasn't entirely sure what to do next. I considered just sitting on David's face again and tormenting him for a couple of hours. However, this was always going to be an option from now on, I wanted to do something more fun. I looked down at the poor thing, still anxious on his knees, probably wondering what horrors I had in store for him next. Suddenly, I smirked as an idea came to me. It was time to take my new toy for a drive, literally.
I beckoned for David to follow me down to the apartment garage, and he did. Before long, we were both sitting in my sedan. I considered tying him up and throwing him in the trunk, but decided that would be just a bit too harsh, especially given the long drive ahead. Instead, I brought a pair of cuffs with me, and once David was seated in the passenger seat, I locked his hands in place at his sides. To anyone looking through the windshield, he would appear to be in a completely normal state, aside from the collar. Best not to risk getting pulled over, or worse, because some cop mistook our situation for a kidnapping.
Without explaining a thing to David, I pulled out of the garage and we made our way onto the highway. The drive was long, and like an obedient little slave, David remained quiet the entire time. The rocking and bouncing of the car shook loose another bubble in my gut, and I smirked. While it would be funny to hotbox the car, the gas would be far worse if I saved it up for later. Yes, it was uncomfortable to do so, but the thought of making David breathe in a stale, rancid fart was far too arousing to let go.
As the bubble grew inside me, it began to press on my bladder and the urge to use the restroom became nearly overwhelming. Multiple exits passed as my discomfort grew, and it wouldn't be long before I was going to be forced to relive myself one way or another. The thought of a highway rest stop disgusted me, but it seemed like I wasn't going to make it to our destination otherwise. Thankfully, I was able to make it to one in time before the urge to pee was completely overwhelming.
As we pulled into the parking lot, my heart sank. It was completely packed, and I cursed myself for not considering this was likely to happen over a long weekend. The bathrooms would be a mess, and I truly didn't have the time to wait in a long line, my bladder was growing quite demanding. I looked around the parking lot, and noticed the back section near the woods was empty. As I drove over, my panic soon subsided and was replaced by a delightfully sinister idea.
I pulled into the furthest spot from the rest stop, and briefly looked around to confirm that nobody was nearby walking a dog or tending to anything else in the corner near the woods.I glanced over at David, who unsurprisingly just looked extremely confused, given that I had not explained anything to him. Wanting to keep him that way, I turned off the car and got out, but not before popping the trunk. There was something I needed in there first, and I was hoping against hope that it would still be there.
I waddled over to the trunk, the hot damp air already making breathing difficult. I pulled the lid open and began to sift through the various items inside, before a nondescript black piece of plastic caught my eye. I smiled as I grabbed it. It looks like I indeed was going to avoid the need for a public restroom. I grabbed the item, and made my way around to the passenger side door. I yanked it open without a word, and unlocked David's cuffs temporarily. Using the door as a privacy barrier, I yanked David onto the pavement, forcing him into a kneeling position.
"I have a serious issue that you're going to resolve for me, slave," I began. "I would have preferred to train you in a lower-stakes environment, but sometimes life throws curveballs at us."
David looked up at me, trembling, and nodded. "Yes...Mistress," he spoke, clear confusion in his voice.
Butterflies began to rise in my stomach. I couldn't believe I was about to do this, especially in a public place. The nervousness was equally frightening and arousing, and my pussy was certainly overriding my common sense at this point. Getting caught doing this would have serious consequences. Still, the thought of forcing a slave to do this was so hot, it was going to be worth it.