Kinkydomkitty - Stop Laying On My Pillow

Kinkydomkitty - Stop Laying On My Pillow

As I slumbered peacefully on my bed, my stomach rumbled loudly, alerting me to the fact that I had eaten quite a substantial meal earlier. Rolling onto my side, I felt something hard and uncomfortable beneath me. Irritated, I sat up and saw Zac, my shrunken slave, curled up on my pillow, fast asleep. How dare he invade my personal space like this! Gritting my teeth, I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him off the bed. "What do you think you're doing?" I growled, my anger boiling over. "This is my pillow, not yours!"

Zac mumbled something incoherent as he tried to wake himself up. When he finally opened his eyes, he looked around in confusion before spotting me looming over him. "Ah, good morning, Kinkydomkitty," he said sheepishly. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to...um...disrespect your personal space."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "I don't care about your excuses," I said, grabbing hold of his arm. "From now on, you're not allowed to use my pillow as a bed. And since you seem so fascinated by it, I have a special surprise for you." I picked him up by the shirt and lifted him up to my face, his feet dangling in front of me. "Enjoy the view, Zac," I said, smirking as I extended my other hand towards him.

In a flash, Zac found himself lying flat across my pillow—my enormous bare ass now in his face. My buttcheeks spread open, releasing a waft of sweet, musky odor into his nostrils. "Smell this," I said, giving each cheek a firm slap. "This is the scent of my thick, perfectly shaped ass. Something you've always wanted to experience up close, isn't it?"

Zac's entire body trembled as he beheld the sight before him. My voluptuous ass seemed to grow even larger with each passing moment, just inches from his face. He couldn't even begin to imagine what it would feel like to have such a massive weight crushing him into submission. As he lay there helplessly, he heard the familiar sound of rumbling coming from deep within me.

"Prepare yourself," I said with a mischievous glint in my eye as another gust of wind escaped me. This time, it was followed by the unmistakable sound of farting. Zac's face turned red as the first blast of hot air hit him square in the face, causing him to cough and splutter. But it was only the beginning.

For what seemed like an eternity, I released one fart after another onto Zac's helpless form. Each one was louder than the last, shaking the bed beneath us as they reverberated through the room. Zac's face turned a deep shade of crimson from the combination of embarrassment and exhilaration coursing through him. He couldn't believe he was actually experiencing this—the intoxicating smell, the powerful vibrations rattling his bones—it was more intense than he could have ever imagined.

As the farting subsided and my stomach finally stopped growling, I descended from my throne on the bed. "You're lucky I decided to share my farts with you tonight," I said, pinching his cheek playfully. "From now on, you better keep your distance or else you'll be sleeping on my face again." With that, I turned around, revealing my perfectly rounded, jiggling ass now adorned with a bright red outline of the impressions left by Zac's cheeks.

"Ow..." Zac groaned, wincing as the soreness from his forehead began to set in. He had never experienced anything quite like this before—being used as a living pillow by his beloved mistress. But despite the pain and embarrassment, he couldn't help but feel an odd sense of satisfaction deep within him. He knew that this was just the beginning of their kinky journey together.