A Husband's Punishment Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

A Husband's Punishment Ch. 02

... just seemed so smart, did you do that to your husband-slave too?"

"Of course," Goddess Nicole replied. "He makes all 21 of my weekly meals, and they're all focused on keeping him trained. Did you know that he can't even get physically aroused unless I'm farting in his face now?"

Both women laughed uproarously. Goddess Nicole's belly shook as she let loose a deep laugh. Suddenly, she stopped. I heard a gurgle echo from within my ass prison and knew what came next.

"Oh, here it comes," Goddess Nicole announced. "A bit earlier than usual!"

I felt her body tense as she bore down with her core muscles. While I couldn't see anything in the dark, hairy, sweaty prison, I knew her asshole was puckering. It wouldn't be long before I was suffering. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, hoping this would all be over soon.

The first blast was nothing like I had experienced from Goddess Celeste earlier. There was no sound to announce it coming. It started with a soft wet hiss. Hot, damp air hit my face and wafted up my nostrils. Despite holding my breath, there was simply nowhere else for the foul air to go.

The stench of digested beans and meat mixed with rancid fat hit hard and fast. I began to flail and retch, but the couch prison held me in place. I could hear the two women above me laughing as I suffered this putrid humiliation between the cushions. The assault on my senses felt endless, the stream of air hissing as it grew in intensity.

Goddess Nicole let out ...

... a deep belly laugh. "Now that's how you show them who's boss," she announced. "A few doses of that per day and their minds become like putty."

Goddess Celeste nodded studiously. "Good to know," she replied. "I have to ask though. If the male slave becomes used to this punishment, won't it eventually stop working?"

Goddess Nicole smirked as she bore down, intensifying the stream of gas pouring between the cushions.

"Sort of," she began. "It's hard to ever get used to taking farts directly like this. However, getting creative with your punishments can help too. If that doesn't work, it's important to hang one ultimate corrective act over their heads."

Goddess Nicole's slave squirmed apprehensively beneath her feet.

"You won't need to use a punishment like that on your slave for quite some time," she continued. "But it's important that they understand it can happen. My useless slave forgot his duties this morning, and is due such an extreme action."

Her slave squirmed again, but remained silent. Goddess Nicole kicked her feet off his back, and began to rise. I gasped, deeply sucking at the fresh air created by the absence of her fat ass. I had never experienced such horrors, and could only hope that Goddess Celeste never got that bad after eating.

I managed to crane my neck just in time to watch Goddess Nicole grab the leash of her slave.

"I'm going to demonstrate the extreme punishment now," she said. "You won't witness it directly, but it'll be enough ...