My toilet slave wants all my stinky farts but to get them he has to be tested with taking all my weight bearing down on him. My heavy body sat, full weight on his chest and face, testing his strength until I am satisfied. With my huge belly full of gas I move him so he is positioned where I want him to eat every single one of my rancid farts, taking them deep into his throat. With me bent on all fours and his face buried deep in between my ass crack, I’m sure he can taste what I ate for breakfast. This slave enjoyed every single one of my tasty farts, not wanting me to stop and I could feel the eagerness of wanting something more to come out of my ass, he is a toilet slave after all.

I have a new toy to play with and I decide to break him in by taking the reins and making him my pony.

This pathetic sub likes to tell me how much he works out at the gym and how strong he is so the best way of him showing me is with my heavy Ssbbw powering down on top of him while he crawls around the room, carrying his Mistress on his back. I love making my subs suffer, especially enjoying feeling how quickly his arms start giving up, shaking under my heavenly weight. He doesn’t last long until his body is starting to give up. I think he needs to try harder at the gym, next time I will sit for longer.

Watch as I utilise every ounce of my heavenly heavy curvaceousness to slowly wear my seat down, the longer I’m sitting on him the more his resolve dissolves. Then the real pleasure begins as I sit on his face literally taking his breath away from him, he belongs to me and I decide when and if he breathes and how much air I let him have.

Mistress Bootyliscious totally owning her seat. What more could you want.

After my selfish slave forgets to order enough food for me to enjoy, I take his away from him...this luscious body needs it more than he does, how else will I maintain my heavenly curvaceousness.

I need to make sure this slave knows selfishness is not acceptable so I punish him using all my weight. I proceed to use him as my seat, listen to his moans and struggles for air as I’m enjoying eating his food on top of him. Knowing full well that my concoction of cola and greasy chicken balls are going to make me so gassy. When his chest is aching enough I order him to his hands and knees to use him as my stool and footrest.

Will he make the same mistake next time of not ordering his Mistress food...I hope for his sake he better not.