The scene begins with the slave already chained to the bench, his body splayed out, his cock flaccid and useless without Her permission. The cold metal of the restraints digs into his wrists and ankles, a constant reminder of his place. Queen Aryal strides into view, the black PVC romper clinging to Her body like a second skin, the cutouts framing Her hard, exposed nipples, the absence of panties leaving nothing to the imagination. The flogger in Her hand isn’t for striking—it’s a symbol, a promise of what will happen if he fails. "Slave," She begins, Her voice sharp and commanding, "I know you love My pussy, but your enthusiasm for eating My asshole is lacking. My new boyfriend doesn’t want you near My pussy, so you’re going to have to get used to the taste of My ass." The slave’s stomach twists—not just from the humiliation, but from the knowledge that he’s about to be made to confront the rawest, most degrading part of his service.

She climbs onto the bench, straddling his chest, Her ass hovering just above his face. The heat of Her body radiates down onto his skin, the scent of Her—musky, salty, dominant—filling his nostrils. "I’ve taken your pathetic peanut out of chastity because I’m going to condition you to love My asshole," She says, Her fingers tracing the outline of Her cheeks, spreading them just enough to tease him. "I’m not completely heartless... but I’m working on that problem." She lowers Herself further, Her ass pressing down onto his face, covering him. The weight of Her is overwhelming, Her flesh enveloping his mouth, his nose buried in the warm, damp crevice between Her cheeks. The first press of his lips against Her puckered hole is hesitant, but She doesn’t allow hesitation for long. "NOW KISS MY ASSHOLE," She demands, and he obeys, his lips parting against the tight, wrinkled skin of Her entrance. The taste is immediate—bitter, tangy, the faintest hint of sweat and something darker, something used. "Good bitch," She purrs, though there’s no warmth in it. "Now start licking My crack up and down. I took a dump earlier, and I want you to be My bidet."

His tongue drags upward, tracing the path from the base of Her spine to the clenching ring of muscle. The texture is rough, the skin slightly coarse under his tongue, the taste growing stronger as he works—salty, with a sharp, almost metallic edge. The remnants of Her earlier movements cling to the fine hairs around Her hole, and he knows, with a sinking feeling, that he’s tasting her waste. The humiliation burns as fiercely as the flavor. She shifts, grinding down onto his face, Her ass flexing as She makes him deeper. "Now point your tongue like a cock and stick it in the hole," She orders, and he complies, his tongue pressing past the resistance of Her sphincter. The inside is hot, slick, the walls of Her ass clamping down around him as he pushes further. "If you do a good enough job, I’ll let you cum—but of course, as always, you’ll have to eat it." The thought of his own release is almost laughable—he’s already hard, his cock twitching despite the degradation, his body betraying him.

She begins to ride his face in earnest now, Her ass rising and falling, Her cheeks slapping against his chin, his nose, his mouth. The sounds are wet, obscene—the slick drag of his tongue, the squelch of Her ass as She moves. "Good pig," She murmurs, Her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him deeper. "Now get it deeper. You’ll be able to tell what I ate for dinner soon." His tongue plunges further, the tip pressing into the hot, yielding depths of Her bowels. The taste is overwhelming now—thick, almost meaty, the musk of Her body mixed with the sharp, acrid tang of what She’s made him clean. She’s not gentle. She pumps Her ass down onto his face, Her weight crushing him, Her thighs squeezing his head as She grinds against him. "Now we’re going to do some tongue exercises," She announces, Her voice laced with sadistic delight. "I want you to stick your tongue as far up My hole as you can. If you don’t, I’ll punch your balls. Then hold it there for as long as I tell you."

His tongue strains, stretching to its limit as he tries to obey. She wraps Her hand around his cock, stroking him with slow, deliberate movements, Her grip just tight enough to keep him on the edge. "Yes, Mistress," he gasps, the words muffled against Her ass. She counts down from ten, Her voice cold and precise. "Ten... nine... eight..." His tongue trembles inside Her, his jaw aching, his lungs burning for air. She doesn’t care. "Seven... six..." His hips twitch, his cock throbbing in Her hand, his body torn between pleasure and the desperate need to breathe. "Five... four..." His tongue slips, and She tightens Her grip on his cock, a silent warning. He pushes it back in, deeper, his eyes watering as She continues. "Three... two... one." She releases him, but only for a second. "Again," She commands, and he whimpers, his tongue already exhausted, his mind spinning.

She keeps him there, his tongue buried inside Her, his face slick with Her fluids, his own spit dripping down his chin. "Beg for it," She taunts, Her fingers working his cock faster now, the friction almost painful. "Beg to cum like the worthless slave you are." The words spill out of him, broken and desperate. "Please, Mistress, please let me cum..." She smirks, though he can’t see it. "You’ve done a good enough job," She says, though Her tone makes it clear this is no mercy—just another layer of his submission. "But I don’t want to touch your disgusting cum. You’ll have to finish yourself off. And if your tongue leaves My hole for even a second, I’ll take it out on your balls."

His hand flies to his cock, stroking frantically, his tongue still buried inside Her. The dual sensations—Her ass clenching around his tongue, his own hand working his cock—push him to the brink. His hips buck, his body betraying him as he cums, thick ropes of it spurting onto his hand, his chest, his chin. The cum is hot, sticky, the scent of it mixing with the musk of Her ass, the salt of his own sweat. She doesn’t move. She lets him suffer, lets him choke on the humiliation, his face still pressed against Her. Finally, She rises, Her ass glistening with his saliva, the remnants of his cum dripping from his fingers. "Clean it up," She orders, watching as he licks every drop from his hand, the taste of his own release bitter and shameful on his tongue. The cum is thick, almost grainy as it dries, the flavor cloying, a reminder of his own worthlessness.

As She steps off the bench, She looks down at him, his face a mess of spit and cum, his expression a mix of exhaustion and twisted gratitude. "Remember, slave—this is your purpose now," She says, Her voice final. "My ass, My toilet, My property." The camera lingers on his broken, cum-stained face, the glistening trail of spit connecting his lips to Her ass as She walks away, leaving him chained, used, and utterly owned.

The scene begins with the slave already chained to the bench, his body splayed out, his cock flaccid and useless without Her permission. The cold metal of the restraints digs into his wrists and ankles, a constant reminder of his place. Queen Aryal strides into view, the black PVC romper clinging to Her body like a second skin, the cutouts framing Her hard, exposed nipples, the absence of panties leaving nothing to the imagination. The flogger in Her hand isn’t for striking—it’s a symbol, a promise of what will happen if he fails. "Slave," She begins, Her voice sharp and commanding, "I know you love My pussy, but your enthusiasm for eating My asshole is lacking. My new boyfriend doesn’t want you near My pussy, so you’re going to have to get used to the taste of My ass." The slave’s stomach twists—not just from the humiliation, but from the knowledge that he’s about to be made to confront the rawest, most degrading part of his service.

She climbs onto the bench, straddling his chest, Her ass hovering just above his face. The heat of Her body radiates down onto his skin, the scent of Her—musky, salty, dominant—filling his nostrils. "I’ve taken your pathetic peanut out of chastity because I’m going to condition you to love My asshole," She says, Her fingers tracing the outline of Her cheeks, spreading them just enough to tease him. "I’m not completely heartless... but I’m working on that problem." She lowers Herself further, Her ass pressing down onto his face, covering him. The weight of Her is overwhelming, Her flesh enveloping his mouth, his nose buried in the warm, damp crevice between Her cheeks. The first press of his lips against Her puckered hole is hesitant, but She doesn’t allow hesitation for long. "NOW KISS MY ASSHOLE," She demands, and he obeys, his lips parting against the tight, wrinkled skin of Her entrance. The taste is immediate—bitter, tangy, the faintest hint of sweat and something darker, something used. "Good bitch," She purrs, though there’s no warmth in it. "Now start licking My crack up and down. I took a dump earlier, and I want you to be My bidet."

His tongue drags upward, tracing the path from the base of Her spine to the clenching ring of muscle. The texture is rough, the skin slightly coarse under his tongue, the taste growing stronger as he works—salty, with a sharp, almost metallic edge. The remnants of Her earlier movements cling to the fine hairs around Her hole, and he knows, with a sinking feeling, that he’s tasting her waste. The humiliation burns as fiercely as the flavor. She shifts, grinding down onto his face, Her ass flexing as She makes him deeper. "Now point your tongue like a cock and stick it in the hole," She orders, and he complies, his tongue pressing past the resistance of Her sphincter. The inside is hot, slick, the walls of Her ass clamping down around him as he pushes further. "If you do a good enough job, I’ll let you cum—but of course, as always, you’ll have to eat it." The thought of his own release is almost laughable—he’s already hard, his cock twitching despite the degradation, his body betraying him.

She begins to ride his face in earnest now, Her ass rising and falling, Her cheeks slapping against his chin, his nose, his mouth. The sounds are wet, obscene—the slick drag of his tongue, the squelch of Her ass as She moves. "Good pig," She murmurs, Her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him deeper. "Now get it deeper. You’ll be able to tell what I ate for dinner soon." His tongue plunges further, the tip pressing into the hot, yielding depths of Her bowels. The taste is overwhelming now—thick, almost meaty, the musk of Her body mixed with the sharp, acrid tang of what She’s made him clean. She’s not gentle. She pumps Her ass down onto his face, Her weight crushing him, Her thighs squeezing his head as She grinds against him. "Now we’re going to do some tongue exercises," She announces, Her voice laced with sadistic delight. "I want you to stick your tongue as far up My hole as you can. If you don’t, I’ll punch your balls. Then hold it there for as long as I tell you."

His tongue strains, stretching to its limit as he tries to obey. She wraps Her hand around his cock, stroking him with slow, deliberate movements, Her grip just tight enough to keep him on the edge. "Yes, Mistress," he gasps, the words muffled against Her ass. She counts down from ten, Her voice cold and precise. "Ten... nine... eight..." His tongue trembles inside Her, his jaw aching, his lungs burning for air. She doesn’t care. "Seven... six..." His hips twitch, his cock throbbing in Her hand, his body torn between pleasure and the desperate need to breathe. "Five... four..." His tongue slips, and She tightens Her grip on his cock, a silent warning. He pushes it back in, deeper, his eyes watering as She continues. "Three... two... one." She releases him, but only for a second. "Again," She commands, and he whimpers, his tongue already exhausted, his mind spinning.

She keeps him there, his tongue buried inside Her, his face slick with Her fluids, his own spit dripping down his chin. "Beg for it," She taunts, Her fingers working his cock faster now, the friction almost painful. "Beg to cum like the worthless slave you are." The words spill out of him, broken and desperate. "Please, Mistress, please let me cum..." She smirks, though he can’t see it. "You’ve done a good enough job," She says, though Her tone makes it clear this is no mercy—just another layer of his submission. "But I don’t want to touch your disgusting cum. You’ll have to finish yourself off. And if your tongue leaves My hole for even a second, I’ll take it out on your balls."

His hand flies to his cock, stroking frantically, his tongue still buried inside Her. The dual sensations—Her ass clenching around his tongue, his own hand working his cock—push him to the brink. His hips buck, his body betraying him as he cums, thick ropes of it spurting onto his hand, his chest, his chin. The cum is hot, sticky, the scent of it mixing with the musk of Her ass, the salt of his own sweat. She doesn’t move. She lets him suffer, lets him choke on the humiliation, his face still pressed against Her. Finally, She rises, Her ass glistening with his saliva, the remnants of his cum dripping from his fingers. "Clean it up," She orders, watching as he licks every drop from his hand, the taste of his own release bitter and shameful on his tongue. The cum is thick, almost grainy as it dries, the flavor cloying, a reminder of his own worthlessness.

As She steps off the bench, She looks down at him, his face a mess of spit and cum, his expression a mix of exhaustion and twisted gratitude. "Remember, slave—this is your purpose now," She says, Her voice final. "My ass, My toilet, My property." The camera lingers on his broken, cum-stained face, the glistening trail of spit connecting his lips to Her ass as She walks away, leaving him chained, used, and utterly owned.

Queen Aryal presents a masterclass in human gas chamber training, each scene showcasing Her complete control over Her slaves' breathing privileges. Her diet specially selected to produce the most intense, pungent results - every blast carrying pure dominance straight into their worthless lungs.

FF9: Dirty Panties - The slave's nostrils flare helplessly as Queen Aryal's first blast hits - rich, thick, overwhelming. She guides its nose deeper, ensuring every molecule of Her powerful scent fills its lungs. Its eyes water while She grinds harder, amused by its futile squirming.

FF10: Mouth Fart Bitch - Her bowels rumble ominously as She positions Her perfect ass. The slave barely registers what's coming before She unleashes a devastating blast - hot, heavy, impossibly dense. She seals Her ass against its lips as the slave's lungs welcome Her essence, each desperate gasp drawing Her potent gas deeper into its system.

FF11: Gas Punishment - After a day of specially selected foods, Queen Aryal's emissions are particularly sulfurous. The slave's face turns crimson as it accepts blast after blast of Her most noxious offerings. Each release seems impossibly more potent than the last, Her perfect ass ensuring not a single whiff escapes its desperate lungs.

FF12: Gas Nurse - Her 'medicine' today is particularly powerful - rich with coffee, protein shakes, and other gas-producing foods. She times each release perfectly, waiting until the slave attempts to gasp before filling its airways with Her thick, heavy essence. Its body trembles as it processes Her overwhelming emissions.

FF13: Tongue Gas Treat - The finale showcases Her most powerful releases yet. Each time Her slave's tongue explores Her ass, She rewards it with an increasingly potent blast. The gas is so thick it's almost visible, Her perfect ass sealed tight until every trace has been absorbed into its system.

Watch these pathetic pets learn to exist solely as vessels for Her divine gas - lungs burning, throats tightening, eyes watering as they process Her increasingly powerful emissions. Some try holding their breath, only to eventually gasp and pull Her essence even deeper inside. Others submit immediately, their bodies shuddering as they're filled with Her potent releases.

Queen Aryal presents a masterclass in human fart chamber training, each scene showcasing Her complete control over Her pets' breathing privileges. Her diet specially selected to produce the most intense, pungent results - every blast carrying pure dominance straight into their worthless lungs.

FF9: Dirty Panties - The pig's nostrils flare helplessly as Queen Aryal's first fart hits - rich, thick, overwhelming. She guides its nose deeper, ensuring every molecule of Her powerful scent fills its lungs. Its eyes water while She grinds harder, amused by its futile squirming.

FF10: Mouth Fart Bitch - Her bowels rumble ominously as She positions Her perfect ass. The ass face barely registers what's coming before She unleashes a devastating fart - hot, heavy, impossibly dense. She seals Her ass against its lips as the slave's lungs welcome Her essence, each desperate gasp drawing Her potent farts deeper into its system.

FF11: Fart Punishment - After a day of specially selected foods, Queen Aryal's emissions are particularly sulfurous. The doormat's face turns crimson as it accepts fart after fart of Her most noxious offerings. Each release seems impossibly more potent than the last, Her perfect ass ensuring not a single whiff escapes its desperate lungs.

FF12: Fart Nurse - Her 'medicine' today is particularly powerful - rich with coffee, protein shakes, and other fart-producing foods. She times each release perfectly, waiting until the cunt face attempts to gasp before filling its airways with Her thick, heavy essence. Its body trembles as it processes Her overwhelming emissions.

FF13: Tongue Fart Treat - The finale showcases Her most powerful releases yet. Each time Her bitch's tongue explores Her ass, She rewards it with an increasingly potent fart. The release is so thick it's almost visible, Her perfect ass sealed tight until every trace has been absorbed into its system.

Watch these pathetic pets learn to exist solely as vessels for Her divine farts - lungs burning, throats tightening, eyes watering as they process Her increasingly powerful emissions. Some try holding their breath, only to eventually gasp and pull Her essence even deeper inside. Others submit immediately, their bodies shuddering as they're filled with Her potent releases.

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Queen Ariel has a session with her ass slave today so she has secured him to Bondage table him on his back she is on all fours over him with her ass in his face wearing a latex dress that’s hiked up to her waist exposing her round little ass and perfect little pussy which he will never fuck.

“ Slave as you know today we have a scheduled asshole eating training which we will, of course, commence with shortly however something I had for lunch didn’t agree with me my stomach‘s been roiling all day in a gassy. So if I fart in your face you will not waste any of it he will suck it down like a good ass pig you are“

She spreads her ass hole open and lowers her ass onto the slave's face exposing her tiny puckered rosebuds she tells him to sniff it kiss it and then of course look at what she does with doozy as him. She closes her eyes in ecstasy while she says rock back-and-forth on his face, smothering him and ordering him to keep his tongue up her sweet little rectum. Suddenly she blasted Farr to do his face he screams in whore but she simply sits back down into his face and smothers him.

“Smell and taste bitch smell and taste I’ve decided you’re going to be a toilet slave and this is step one“

If he starts to fuck his face in different positions squatting over him in bouncing up and down holding her asshole open while he keeps his tongue extended she farts in his face a few different times smothering him each time and making him suck them out. But She's not satisfied with how deep the slave is penetrating Her asshole with his tongue:

"Get that fucking tongue deeper, bitch or you'll get more of THIS"

She starts flogging his metal-chastity caged cock and balls, causing him to scream in pain and writhe in agony as he's utterly defenseless.

Finally, she starts to slow down and tire and tells him that she’s out of farts and so the session is over.

Queen Ariel has a session with her ass slave today so she has secured him to Bondage table him on his back she is on all fours over him with her ass in his face wearing a latex dress that’s hiked up to her waist exposing her round little ass and perfect little pussy which he will never fuck.

“ Slave as you know today we have a scheduled asshole eating training which we will, of course, commence with shortly however something I had for lunch didn’t agree with me my stomach‘s been roiling all day in a gassy. So if I fart in your face you will not waste any of it he will suck it down like a good ass pig you are“

She spreads her ass hole open and lowers her ass onto the slave's face exposing her tiny puckered rosebuds she tells him to sniff it kiss it and then of course look at what she does with doozy as him. She closes her eyes in ecstasy while she says rock back-and-forth on his face, smothering him and ordering him to keep his tongue up her sweet little rectum. Suddenly she blasted Farr to do his face he screams in whore but she simply sits back down into his face and smothers him.

“Smell and taste bitch smell and taste I’ve decided you’re going to be a toilet slave and this is step one“

If he starts to fuck his face in different positions squatting over him in bouncing up and down holding her asshole open while he keeps his tongue extended she farts in his face a few different times smothering him each time and making him suck them out. But She's not satisfied with how deep the slave is penetrating Her asshole with his tongue:

"Get that fucking tongue deeper, bitch or you'll get more of THIS"

She starts flogging his metal-chastity caged cock and balls, causing him to scream in pain and writhe in agony as he's utterly defenseless.

Finally, she starts to slow down and tire and tells him that she’s out of farts and so the session is over.

Queen Aryal has a new pussy slave that has his first session with Her. He is understandably quite excited about the opportunity to serve a hot young Goddess pussy, as it is a position he had to compete with many other slaves for, and today is his first day of service. Queen Aryal has him in bondage, sensory deprivation and his head secured in a black queening chair, awaiting the serving of his Queen.

Queen Aryal is fully decked out in a black PVC zipper dress, black patent leather boots, gloves and general's hat. She walks in, menacingly wielding a black flogger that She'll undoubtedly use to enforce Her will. She informs the slave that it's not all fun and games:

"Hello, pussy slave. I know you're excited, little bitch, about getting to eat my sweet pussy and drink my juices on daily basis-sometimes multiple times a day. But this is a full-service position, and that means you will take care of all of the needs my pussy has, especially cleaning."

Hiking up Her skirt, She unceremoniously lowers Her glistening, shaved, pink pussy onto his face. She leers down at him and sternly tells him:

"DON'T LICK ME YET, BITCH! You will start off by slowly, gently, puckering your slave lips and giving my beautiful, superior pussy a soft, loving kiss....good. now, again...keep kissing it, cunt"

The slave frantically kisses Her wettening pussy, over and over, kissing up and down the out labia, the inner labia, and finally Her now-engorged clit. She stops him there and tells him to start light licks on the outer lips, tracing them up and down. Then, to suck them, and then to move to the inner lips, Her pussy starts to ooze sweet juice into his mouth hand and to glisten all over his face. She starts rocking back and forth on his face, harder and harder, telling him:

"Cleaning me means cleaning me during my period-you'll also give me orgasms then, I get SUPER horny. Also, creampies - they won't be yours - and anything else, like discharge, sweat, pee, whatever! I'm sure you'll eventually learn to love all of it's superior flavors"

He keeps licking as She starts to fuck his face harder and harder, making slurping noises and struggling to breathe with pussy juice all over his face, up his nose, and stinging his eyes. He tries to keep up, sucking it up audibly, like he's drinking a soft drink, but She gets more and more aggressive in Her motions on his face, and flogging him over and over, sometimes on his vulnerable cock and balls, causing him to elicit real screams and to start crying with the pain and humiliation.

Queen Aryal is sadistic and merciless, and while the slave struggles to breathe with Her full weight on his face and neck, struggling to swallow all of Her pussy juices as they bubble from his nose, She pulls Her labial lips of Her pussy over the slave's nostrils, his mouth sealed to Her pussy and struggling to drink Her juices. She bears down on his face at the same time, giggling in evil glee as the slave starts struggling in panic and growing disorientation as his air is complete. This also causes Queen Aryal to start orgasming. She starts really bearing down on the slave's face, ensuring that the slave's airways are completely inaccessible and he cannot breathe. His body starts twitching around as he approaches blackout, but Queen Aryal finally allows him some air and he regains his senses after She flogs him hard to get him out of his stupor.

Finally, She announces to him:

"That wasn't exactly inspired slave - it was satisfactory, but I expect better from you and expect a full report on how you're going to improve. I already came, so I'm gonna leave you here overnight and will untie you in the morning. Goodnight, slave."

She tosses the flogger down onto his prone body and walks out into the sunshine outside, leaving the slave in the dark, dank dungeon, his face glistening and smelling strongly of stale pussy juice.

Queen Aryal has a new pussy slave that has his first session with Her. He is understandably quite excited about the opportunity to serve a hot young Goddess pussy, as it is a position he had to compete with many other slaves for, and today is his first day of service. Queen Aryal has him in bondage, sensory deprivation and his head secured in a black queening chair, awaiting the service of his Queen.

Queen Aryal is fully decked out in a black PVC zipper dress, black patent leather boots, gloves and general's hat. She walks in, menacingly wielding a black flogger that She'll undoubtedly use to enforce Her will. She informs the slave that it's not all fun and games:

"Hello, pussy slave. I know you're excited, little bitch, about getting to eat my sweet pussy and drink my juices on daily basis-sometimes multiple times a day. But this is a full-service position, and that means you will take care of all of the needs my pussy has, especially cleaning."

Hiking up Her skirt, She unceremoniously lowers Her glistening, shaved, pink pussy onto his face. She leers down at him and sternly tells him:

"DON'T LICK ME YET, BITCH! You will start off by slowly, gently, puckering your slave lips and giving my beautiful, superior pussy a soft, loving kiss....good. now, again...keep kissing it, cunt"

The slave frantically kisses Her wettening pussy, over and over, kissing up and down the out labia, the inner labia, and finally Her now-engorged clit. She stops him there and tells him to start light licks on the outer lips, tracing them up and down. Then, to suck them, and then to move to the inner lips, Her pussy starts to ooze sweet juice into his mouth hand and to glisten all over his face. She starts rocking back and forth on his face, harder and harder, telling him:

"Cleaning me means cleaning me during my period-you'll also give me orgasms then, I get SUPER horny. Also, creampies - they won't be yours - and anything else, like discharge, sweat, pee, whatever! I'm sure you'll eventually learn to love all of it's superior flavors"

He keeps licking as She starts to fuck his face harder and harder, making slurping noises and struggling to breathe with pussy juice all over his face, up his nose, and stinging his eyes. He tries to keep up, sucking it up audibly, like he's drinking a soft drink, but She gets more and more aggressive in Her motions on his face, and flogging him over and over, sometimes on his vulnerable cock and balls, causing him to elicit real screams and to start crying with the pain and humiliation.

Queen Aryal is sadistic and merciless, and while the slave struggles to breathe with Her full weight on his face and neck, struggling to swallow all of Her pussy juices as they bubble from his nose, She pulls Her labial lips of Her pussy over the slave's nostrils, his mouth sealed to Her pussy and struggling to drink Her juices. She bears down on his face at the same time, giggling in evil glee as the slave starts struggling in panic and growing disorientation as his air is complete. This also causes Queen Aryal to start orgasming. She starts really bearing down on the slave's face, ensuring that the slave's airways are completely inaccessible and he cannot breathe. His body starts twitching around as he approaches blackout, but Queen Aryal finally allows him some air and he regains his senses after She flogs him hard to get him out of his stupor.

Finally, She announces to him:

"That wasn't exactly inspired slave - it was satisfactory, but I expect better from you and expect a full report on how you're going to improve. I already came, so I'm gonna leave you here overnight and will untie you in the morning. Goodnight, slave."

She tosses the flogger down onto his prone body and walks out into the sunshine outside, leaving the slave in the dark, dank dungeon, his face glistening and smelling strongly of stale pussy juice.

Queen Aryal’s has been interviewing a potential foot slave for a position. He had an average performance in foot worship and foot swallowing and must really shine as a door mat, carpet and pedestal for his Queen if he has any hope of finding a home under Her perfect Female feet.

Queen Aryal has just come inside after gardening in Her yard and doesn’t bother to take off Her dirty old black gardening sneakers. She tells the slave what he must do:

“If you want a chance to be owned by me, pig, you’ll have to do better on being my carpet or my doormat. Just to make sure, I’m ONLY gonna stand and walk on your ugly fucking face. I can’t stand to look at it, so if I’m walking around on your pig body I won’t be able to avoid it. So I’ll just stand on it with my dirty old shoes.”

She puts one dirty sneaker on his face, measuring Her step, and vaults Herself up on to the pig’s face, Her full weight coming down on both feet, with the balls of Her feet in the pig’s eye sockets and Her heels on his chin. He grunts and moans but holds Her up. She tries position after position, dirt and grass falling off Her shoes onto the pigs face and mouth. Finally She kicks off Her ofd kicks and steps up onto the pig’s face barefoot. She tries various positions on his face, slipping off once or twice.

She blames the pig for Her failure of course, and unleashes a series of vicious, cracking foot slaps on the poor pig’s face. She gets so upset a couple of times She jumps down off of his face and gives him 5 on each cheeks, making him count and thank Her for the kicks to his head.

"Slave, you really fucked this up and you need to be punished. You will receive 10 foot slaps, 5 on each cheek and you will thank me for each one. If you screw up, that's ok. We will just start over"

Finally, his face is starting to get red and his eyes are he starts screaming as the pain besoms too much to bear. She finally senses that he may not last much longer, and announces that She’ll be back for breath control training soon as She leaves the dungeon.

Queen Aryal’s has been interviewing a potential foot slave for a position. He had an average performance in foot worship and foot swallowing and must really shine as a door mat, carpet and pedestal for his Queen if he has any hope of finding a home under Her perfect Female feet.

Queen Aryal has just come inside after gardening in Her yard and doesn’t bother to take off Her dirty old black gardening sneakers. She tells the slave what he must do:

“If you want a chance to be owned by me, pig, you’ll have to do better on being my carpet or my doormat. Just to make sure, I’m ONLY gonna stand and walk on your ugly fucking face. I can’t stand to look at it, so if I’m walking around on your pig body I won’t be able to avoid it. So I’ll just stand on it with my dirty old shoes.”

She puts one dirty sneaker on his face, measuring Her step, and vaults Herself up on to the pig’s face, Her full weight coming down on both feet, with the balls of Her feet in the pig’s eye sockets and Her heels on his chin. He grunts and moans but holds Her up. She tries position after position, dirt and grass falling off Her shoes onto the pigs face and mouth. Finally She kicks off Her ofd kicks and steps up onto the pig’s face barefoot. She tries various positions on his face, slipping off once or twice.

She blames the pig for Her failure of course, and unleashes a series of vicious, cracking foot slaps on the poor pig’s face. She gets so upset a couple of times She jumps down off of his face and gives him 5 on each cheeks, making him count and thank Her for the kicks to his head.

"Slave, you really fucked this up and you need to be punished. You will receive 10 foot slaps, 5 on each cheek and you will thank me for each one. If you screw up, that's ok. We will just start over"

Finally, his face is starting to get red and his eyes are he starts screaming as the pain besoms too much to bear. She finally senses that he may not last much longer, and announces that She’ll be back for breath control training soon as She leaves the dungeon.

Queen Aryal has Her ass slave strapped down to a bondage bench, eagerly awaiting an ass worship session that he has been eagerly waiting for. his Queen so he can worship Her hot little ass and tasty asshole. Queen Aryal comes in ready for worship and wearing only a red officer's hat, She mounts the slave's face and tells him that today his training is getting stepped up:

"Slave, today you're going to start transitioning from ass slave to full human toilet, and so your training must change as well. You will still spend most of your time inside my asshole, sucking and cleaning, but now you've got to prepare for more..."solid" duty. So as an appetizer, you will be tasting my farts today because my stomach is upset."

"Yes Mistress"

She tells the slave to get his tongue into Her asshole, as She pushes Her bare ass onto his pathetic face. She tells him to start by kissing and worshipping Her ass. He kisses it all over before She orders him to kiss Her asshole:

"Kiss my asshole with REVERENCE, slave. It owns you and you are responsible for keeping it clean and fresh. Good. Now get your fucking tongue up my asshole, bitch!"

Right as he starts to do that, She blasts a fart directly into his face. He gags on the smell, but She orders him to get busy licking. He starts lapping away like it's an ice cream cone but that's not the way She wants, so She starts flogging him with the flogger, over and over, on his cock and balls aggressively, causing him to howl in agony. He starts pushing it up, deep inside and She blasts him with another fart, causing his tongue to come out and for him to screech in disgust, as he tastes the flavor of the fart and possible wet fart onto his tongue.

"Swallow slave, and it's tongue in, tongue out. is that too fucking complicated for you? Tongue in, tongue out. You're gonna do 50 repetitions of tongue fucking my asshole. If you fuck up, I'll flog You and add extra strokes. Ready? Go."

He starts tongue fucking Her asshole with his tongue to the cadence that She gives him, but he screws up and so She punishes his exposed and vulnerable cock and balls as he uselessly tries to roll away. She takes the opportunity to push another putrid fart directly into his nose and nostrils, making him screech even louder, as he cannot refuse a single bit of the fart injected into his sinuses.

She orders him to keep his tongue extended while She counts down to a full minute. She starts with 20 seconds but he starts screwing up at about 25 seconds before he needs to be punished again...

CONTINUED IN PART II

Queen Aryal has Her ass slave strapped down to a bondage bench, eagerly awaiting an ass worship session that he has been eagerly waiting for. his Queen so he can worship Her hot little ass and tasty asshole. Queen Aryal comes in ready for worship and wearing only a red officer's hat, She mounts the slave's face and tells him that today his training is getting stepped up:

"Slave, today you're going to start transitioning from ass slave to full human toilet, and so your training must change as well. You will still spend most of your time inside my asshole, sucking and cleaning, but now you've got to prepare for more..."solid" duty. So as an appetizer, you will be tasting my farts today because my stomach is upset."

"Yes Mistress"

She tells the slave to get his tongue into Her asshole, as She pushes Her bare ass onto his pathetic face. She tells him to start by kissing and worshipping Her ass. He kisses it all over before She orders him to kiss Her asshole:

"Kiss my asshole with REVERENCE, slave. It owns you and you are responsible for keeping it clean and fresh. Good. Now get your fucking tongue up my asshole, bitch!"

Right as he starts to do that, She blasts a fart directly into his face. He gags on the smell, but She orders him to get busy licking. He starts lapping away like it's an ice cream cone but that's not the way She wants, so She starts flogging him with the flogger, over and over, on his cock and balls aggressively, causing him to howl in agony. He starts pushing it up, deep inside and She blasts him with another fart, causing his tongue to come out and for him to screech in disgust, as he tastes the flavor of the fart and possible wet fart, onto his tongue.

"Swallow slave, and it's tongue in, tongue out. is that too fucking complicated for you? Tongue in, tongue out. You're gonna do 50 repetitions of tongue fucking my asshole. If you fuck up, I'll flog You and add extra strokes. Ready? Go."

He starts tongue fucking Her asshole with his tongue to the cadence that She gives him, but he screws up and so She punishes his exposed and vulnerable cock and balls as he uselessly tries to roll away. She takes the opportunity to push another putrid fart directly into his nose and nostrils, making him screech even louder, as he cannot refuse a single bit of the fart injected into his sinuses.

She orders him to keep his tongue extended while She counts down to a full minute. She starts with 20 seconds but he starts screwing up at about 25 seconds before he needs to be punished again...

CONTINUED IN PART II