The Bottom Rung

Mia sat beside me at the dining room table, her left foot tapping nervously. I glanced at her for a moment, smirking. She was a gorgeous woman but had never done anything like this before. Unable to avert my eyes, I stole another look at Mia. Her low-cut top barely contained her olive-toned breasts. Glancing downwards, her large stomach nearly eclipsed the size of mine, and her short skirt framed her massive thighs beautifully.

A pathetic voice suddenly interrupted my focus.

"I...I," the man across the table stammered. "I wanted to thank you for agreeing to see me."

I snorted. Aaron was the latest potential slave Mia and I were interviewing. It was always the pathetic nerdy types that responded to advertisements like ours. Not many self-respecting men would reply to a classified requesting a personal slave for two large women.

"As you should," I replied. "Someone like you would be lucky even to run our errands."

Aaron shifted nervously in his seat. The poor thing was 5'7" at best. A plain black t-shirt didn't exactly flatter his skinny frame, and his glasses looked like something a nerdy teenager would wear. His pale skin betrayed a life on the computer, and he had never seen a hair stylist in his life. Still, men like this often made excellent slaves due to their low self-esteem.

"You do understand the nature of this agreement, right?" I asked.

"Y-yes," Aaron replied. "Once I agree to serve for the trial period, I'm yours for the weekend."

I laughed. "That's if we even decide you're worthy of serving, idiot," I reply. "A good slave does not presume they're useful."

Aaron's pale face grew flush as Mia covered her mouth and tried to hide a giggle. Sweat began to bead on his brow. Suddenly, he dropped to the floor on his hands and knees and lowered his head.

"I'm so sorry Nicole," he groveled. "I should have never presumed! Please don't dismiss me! I'll do anything!"

At this point, Mia broke into full-on laughter. This was her first time doing something like this. She had been a long-time friend, and occasional servant, and grew increasingly curious about having a servant or slave of her own. I finally agreed to let her experience a trial weekend with a new slave under my guidance to see if she would enjoy it.

Normally I'd chastise Mia for laughing and showing weakness, but her outburst was serving to humiliate Aaron quite thoroughly. The chair beneath me creaked as I rose, slowly lifting all 350 lbs of my weight back onto my massive thighs.

Slowly I waddled over to Aaron, taking my time to make him sweat.

"Given how truly pathetic and stupid you are," I began. "We will let this mistake slide."

"Thank you, thank you!" Aaron exclaimed, genuine surprise in his voice.

"But," I interrupted him. "The terms of the arrangement will have to change a bit, to accommodate your inexperienced nature."

Aaron gulped. "I, I understand, Nicole."

"I doubt you do. First of all, you refer to me as Goddess," I replied.

"Yes, Goddess! Sorry Goddess!" Aaron quickly corrected himself.

"Secondly, we are going to collar and bind you for the weekend," I continued. "The collar will shock you if you attempt to leave, and no amount of begging will cause us to remove it. You have this one opportunity to revoke consent."

Aaron paused for a moment, carefully considering what he was agreeing to. "I understand, Goddess. Do what you must."

Of course, we had planned to do this all along. Messing with the poor thing was just too much fun, though. I silently nodded to Mia, and she groaned as she rose from her chair. Before long, she was leaning over Aaron. Mia then affixed the metal collar, handing me the keys to the lock. The collar didn't have any shocking features, but there was no need for Aaron to know that.

"You now belong to us until Monday at midnight," I declared. "At that point, both parties will decide if you will enter a permanent arrangement as a slave in this household."

Aaron nodded silently, trembling. I couldn't help but smirk, enjoying how weak and utterly pathetic he looked in this moment. A warm feeling of contentment washed over me as I stared down at him. This was going to be an enjoyable weekend.

After this brief pause, I decided it was time to begin using our new toy.

"Strip," I ordered. "Slaves in this household don't have the right to wear clothes."

"Yes Goddess," Aaron replied, his voice still shaking.

He scrambled to his knees and yanked his t-shirt over his head before pulling off his pants and underwear.

"Mia," I barked. "Go inspect our new property."

Mia, grinning, made a show of slowly walking around Aaron and examining his body. As was required by our classified advertisement, Aaron's body was shaved to be completely hairless. His pale skin clung to his weak frame and glistened with the sweat of his nervousness. Content with the state of Aaron's body, Mia bent down and reached between his legs.

"Caged tiny cock, just like you asked," she spoke, trying not to giggle. "It's especially small..."

Aaron blushed as Mia let his useless junk go and stood back up, the floorboards beneath her creaking under her weight.

"It looks like you took our requirements seriously," I spoke. "Now, for some house rules."

I cleared my throat, letting the silence build suspense for a moment.

"In this house, you obey me unconditionally," I continued. "You are my slave. Mia belongs to me as well, but is also your superior."

Aaron nodded.

"You do nothing without permission," I spoke. "You do not use the furniture, eat, or even use the restroom without the blessing of Mia or myself."

"Yes Goddess," Aaron replied.

"Any misbehavior will result in severe punishment," I added. "Mia may punish you in my stead as well. Regardless of who does it, you will not enjoy it."

Aaron's eyes widened with fear as he nodded.

"Good, now that we're finally done with the formalities, let's put you to work," I commanded.

I nodded to Mia and gestured toward the living room. She smiled and signaled agreement. Her heavy arm pushed Aaron onto his hands and knees and beckoned to him.

"Follow us," she ordered. "Crawl."

Aaron silently obeyed and pathetically crawled behind the two of us as we waddled over to the living room. I stole a glance back at him as we moved and noticed him staring at Mia's ass. Knowing he was caught, Aaron quickly resumed looking at the floor as he crawled.

We made it to the living room before long. The carpeted room was largely unremarkable outside of an odd-looking box in the corner, and a few bondage accessories lying around. I did enjoy entertaining somewhat normal guests and preferred they didn't have any insight into my alternative lifestyle. Aaron didn't seem to notice anything amiss, likely still worried about having been caught looking at Mia's ass earlier.

I turned to Mia, who had broken a sweat just from the short walk and was breathing heavily.

"Did you catch what our new slave was doing back there?" I asked.

"No, Goddess," Mia replied. "What did that useless moron do?"

I shook my head. "He was glaring at your ass without permission."

Mia tried her best to force a scowl. In truth, she was likely just excited to get the opportunity to be on the punishing side of things instead of being the punishee but was doing her best to hide it. Aaron was likely too embarrassed to notice her deception, however.

Before I could comment, my train of thought was interrupted by what could only be described as a loud, wet bubble popping underneath Mia's skirt. My first instinct was to punish her. Mia always had issues with gas, and it could ruin my "fun" with her on occasion. This, however, was an opportunity.

"So, you enjoy Mia's ass, do you?" I asked Aaron.

"N-no, Goddess," Aaron stuttered. "I mean, it's great, not as good as yours, but..."

I interrupted him. "Stop your sniveling, slave," I ordered. "Flattery, while mandatory, does not get you out of punishment for your misdeeds."

Aaron just silently nodded.

"Now then," I continued. "Mia, bend over and lift your skirt."

Mia instinctively did as she was told, revealing her massive olive-toned ass. Her cheeks were full of cellulite but were still perky enough to be nice and round. I bit my lower lip as I thought about spanking those delightful cushions but now was not the time.

"Slave," I spoke. "You just heard one of your superiors fart. One of your duties is to absorb and clean up anything untoward like that."

"Wait...already...I?" Aaron stammered. "I just started, and that's so..."

"You're new, so I'll let this slide just this once," I replied. "Our orders are not to be questioned."

I stomped over to Aaron and grabbed his collar before dragging him towards Mia's ass. I gripped his hair and yanked his head back, making sure his vision was dominated by Mia's fat behind.

"Don't make me force you between those cheeks," I said. "You should be honored to clean Mia's ass and remove any lingering odors."

Mia stifled a giggle, but Aaron clearly heard it, as he blushed. I could see him wracking his brain while considering the absurdity of this foul situation. He must have decided to not risk further punishment, as I soon felt his head leaning towards Mia's ass.

Before long, Aaron's nose was parting Mia's cheeks. They were damp with sweat, and I could hear them unstick as they parted. In just a few moments Aaron was entirely enveloped in her ass.

"Now take a deep breath and thank her," I commanded.

Aaron did as he was told. I saw his chest puff out as he breathed deeply of Mia's scent. This act was short-lived, however. Aaron loudly gagged and reflexively tried to pull his head out of his sweaty, gassy prison. I had anticipated this and Aaron's escape was prevented by a firm hand.

"Don't you dare," I replied. "I gave you an order, and you obey unconditionally."

Aaron thrashed a bit more and let out some loud coughs before going limp. I could feel his short, ragged breaths as he struggled to avoid breathing. Mia relaxed, letting out a soft moan as her belly spilled out from under her clothing.

"Goddess," she began. "I never knew how wonderful it was to have a personal fart slave. A nice warm face to rest between my cheeks. It just feels so, so incredible!"

I laughed. "Did you hear that?" I asked. "Your future owner gave you a name! From now on you'll be known as 'Fart Slave' instead of Aaron."

I paused for a moment to push Aaron's face harder into Mia's ass for emphasis.

"Now, thank your owner, Fart Slave!" I exclaimed.

"Mmf, thank you," Aaron managed to grumble out.

"Thank you for what, fart slave?" Mia asked, her tone playful.

"Thank you for giving me a name," Aaron replied, his tone shaky and embarrassed.

"What's your name?" I asked, gripping Aaron's hair tightly.

"It...it's," Aaron stuttered. "Fart...slave..."

Mia and I broke out in uproarous laughter. Breaking the new ones was always a delightful experience, and it was nice to allow Mia to try it out after serving me all these years. As we laughed, Mia's stomach gurgled, and a silent hiss escaped her ass.

I gripped Aaron's head tightly.

"Cup your lips around her hole and take your gift, fart slave," I commanded.

Aaron's body began to tremble, but this time he did what he was told. The hiss grew muffled and was soon replaced by a pathetic attempt to stifle a series of gags. I could feel Aaron's body involuntarily rebel against him as I held him in place. His gags were soon replaced by retches, but neither I nor Mia relented. Aaron's stomach and lungs would soon be full of her hot farts whether he liked it or not.

Before too long the hissing toxic air from Mia's ass petered out. Aaron trembled as he gulped in a rare moment of fresh air. I had no interest in letting him relax, however.

"Fart slave," I spoke. "I told you to both absorb smells and clean your owner's ass. Why are you not cleaning?"

"I...I don't understand, Goddess," Aaron managed to gasp.

"What is there to understand?" I replied, my tone annoyed. "You have a perfectly useful tongue. Lick her asshole clean."

I dropped Aaron's head and used both of my hands to spread Mia's massive ass.

"Lick her hole, now!" I ordered as Mia let out a soft sigh.

Aaron apprehensively stuck out his tongue, his lips trembling in the process. I could see how damp Mia's hole was, this was going to be no picnic. I felt a twinge in my already-damp pussy as I saw a tear drip down Aaron's pathetic, pale cheek.

Moments later his tongue connected with Mia's quivering hole. It took all of Aaron's willpower not to recoil in disgust, but to his credit he obeyed. Mia moaned as his tongue pressed against her. With one hand she lifted her belly out of the way, and with another, she began to rub her clit.

Aaron began to tenderly lick Mia's tight asshole, letting out soft sobs as he served. I let go of Mia's cheeks, once again encasing her new fart slave in his filthy prison. Before long, the living room was full of the wonderful sounds of Mia playing with her wet pussy while Aaron sloppily licked her hole.

Aaron's pathetic sobbing slowly subsided as he became more and more invested in his task. My pussy began to throb, begging for attention. Before long, I had joined Mia in playing with myself. Watching Aaron reluctantly serve her fat ass a mere thirty minutes after meeting us was just incredible. I leaned back and lifted my stomach, enjoying the show as I pleasured myself.

After a good fifteen minutes of enjoying the show while pleasuring myself, I let out a sigh and dropped my stomach back down.

"Slave girl," I spoke, using my pet name for Mia. "It's time for your Goddess to enjoy some pleasure."

Mia frowned but dared not disobey me. She knew the consequences all too well. As Mia rose with a grunt, Aaron fell to the floor. The poor thing looked a mix of broken and bewildered. Sweat, saliva, and ass juices pooled beneath him as he struggled to catch his breath. Unfortunately for him, this break wouldn't last long.

"Lay the fart slave on its back," I commanded. "It's time both of you worshipped your Goddess appropriately."

Mia seemed frustrated. I'd have to think of an appropriate punishment for her later. For now, though, my pussy was throbbing and demanding attention. I stood up, my knees creaking under my weight, and began to strip. I heaved a sigh of relief as my skirt dropped to the floor and my massive belly flopped out freely. It was so hard to find clothing that fit, and I tended to sweat a lot in even the lightest of fabrics.

As I removed the rest of my outfit, Mia had successfully laid Aaron flat on his back. Perhaps aware that she was in trouble, she quickly dropped to her knees and prostrated herself.

"Your servant is ready, Goddess," Mia groveled. "Whatever you desire is yours."

"I know that," I snapped back. "Now help lower me onto the slave."

I waddled over to Aaron and straddled his body with my massive thighs. Mia rose and slowly guided me down. Aaron's eyes widened in fear as my fat, sweaty ass approached his face. Without even a moment's pause, I sat right on his nose, my full weight now resting on the poor creature. I then slowly leaned back, lowering the rest of my body onto Aaron as if he were a mattress.

I could feel our new fart slave groan and gasp as my body crushed and enveloped his. Bones creaked, flesh parted, and before long I had gotten myself into a comfortable position. Anticipating my needs, Mia quickly crawled to my ass and carefully spread it around Aaron's face. I could feel his short labored breaths on my quivering unwashed hole.

With one finger, I wordlessly beckoned towards my hairy, hungry pussy. I then leaned back, sighed, and relaxed. Mia crawled dutifully between my legs. I felt her chubby hand lift my fat, sweaty belly. I could only imagine how sticky and sweaty it must have been under there. Mia had serviced me in bed for much of the morning, and I hadn't showered since last night. To her credit, Mia did not react at all.

I breathed in sharply as Mia's wet tongue dove into my mound and parted my lips. For all of her faults, she truly knew what I enjoyed. As she began to lick, Aaron took the cue and started gently tonguing my unwashed asshole. Perhaps the slave had learned a thing or two already!

I lifted my head briefly to observe the quivering pile of worship between my legs. Mia's massive body rested between my thighs as she worked my hungry pussy. I couldn't catch a glimpse of Aaron, but the soft warm licks exploring my ass told me he was still there. I briefly found myself wondering how he was still conscious, especially with how bad it must have smelled trapped between the two of us like that. I quickly pushed it out of my mind, as it was his problem and not mine.

I leaned back and listened to the delightful sounds of service. A duet of sloppy licking sounds smacking against heavy flesh filled the living room as my slaves did their jobs. Aaron's soft breaths pressed against the fat on my back as waves of pleasure began to radiate from my asshole and pussy. I spread my legs further, welcoming him into the depths of my ass.

"Get deep in there, fart slave," I ordered. "I like to be cleaned and pleasured at the same time."

I felt Aaron struggle to speak beneath me, but he could barely make a sound with my weight bearing down on him. The wonderful feeling of his tongue pressing into my rectum confirmed his obedience where his voice could not. That soft, yet firm, muscly feeling of his tongue inside me was simply divine. I'm sure the taste was nothing of the sort, but he had signed up to serve, not to enjoy.

I began to breathe more heavily as Mia's tongue found its way to my clit. I took in a sharp breath as another ripple of pleasure nearly blinded me.

"That's a good slave girl," I cooed, reaching over to place my hand on Mia's head. "You'll still be punished severely for your misbehavior later, but for now you're doing well."

"I...I," Mia began to speak.

I responded by pressing down hard on Mia's head, shoving her face into my dripping-wet crotch.

"I didn't give you permission to speak, slave," I barked. "Do your job. There's no need to worry about later tonight, I have the perfect punishment in mind."

I pulled Mia's head up for just a moment and made eye contact with her before gesturing towards the bathroom with a glance. Her eyes widened in fear.

"No, wait, Goddess, I..." she stammered. "Anything but that!"

I shook my head. "I'm sorry to have to do it, but it's my responsibility to teach you a lesson when you misbehave," I replied. "It's for your own good."

Mia sobbed softly, her eyes welling up in sadness and fear. I scoffed and rolled my eyes, she could be so dramatic. I aggressively forced her face back into the folds beneath my stomach and pressed her back into service. Before long her tongue was back to doing its job.

Mia began to suck on my clit. She knew well that this was one of my favorite ways for her to worship me, and was likely trying to earn my forgiveness. The toilet punishment was inevitable though, nothing she could do would change that. Slaves need to learn their place, and hers was beneath me in all ways, not just the ones she happened to enjoy.

My thigh muscles began to contract in pleasure as I writhed on top of my sex slaves. The movement down below loosed a bubble in my gut, and I smirked as it made its way toward its inevitable exit. A loud gurgle signaled the fart had arrived, and I felt no need to spare my slaves any of it. I bore down hard, and it erupted from my wet asshole with a loud, echoing ripple. It nearly burned as it went from a ripple to a long hiss, letting me know it was going to be a particularly unpleasant one.

Aaron began to thrash almost immediately as the gas hit his nose and tongue. Listening, and feeling, him gag, retch, and reflexively try to escape only brought me even more pleasure. Mia continued to suck on my clit as I reached climax mid-fart. My thighs convulsed and gripped her soft, fat face as she tried to hold on. Aaron struggled beneath me, openly crying out at this point as the protracted fart assaulted his sensitive nose and mouth.