*farts*

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I imagine I have a boyfriend that I keep an established Dom/Brat dynamic with, and after finding out about my fart kinks, he decides to incorporate it into his punishments.

He comes home after a long day of work, during which I had relentlessly teased him all day, texting him videos of me getting myself off by humping his pillow in our bed, while letting out wet, bubbling farts against the fabric. Telling him how much my stomach hurts today, and how I just can't stop eating the leftovers in our fridge, so he'd better get home and stop me before I make a bigger mess.

He'd find me in our room, probably asleep with yet another empty plate beside me, quiet farts occasionally bubbling out from between my thighs propped up on our bed. He'd wake me up roughly, pulling my head up by my hair and telling me to wake up with a slap across my face. I'd sit up quickly, dazed and sleepy, dressed in nothing but one of his baggy T-shirts and a pair of loose panties. He'd strip down out of his work clothes and climb on top of me, skipping the pleasantries and moving right into kissing my neck and mouth roughly until we're out of breath. He'd slowly tie my hands above my head, fastening them to the headboard, and I'd get excited, expecting him to spread my thighs open next and slide himself into me.

But instead, he rummages around in our bedside drawer, pulling out a small vibrator that secures snugly over my pussy. He fastens it onto me, the device not even on yet causing me to flinch when it pushes against my swollen clit. I'd ask what he's doing, but he'd ignore me, moving next to grab a heavy winter blanket from the foot of our bed. He'd toss it over me, it's wide span covering from where my wrists are tied up to the tips of my toes, and all around my sides. My stomach would be hurting, but I'd clench desperately, trying not to let out any more farts now that I am trapped with such little air.

But then, he would climb on top of me, pushing my thighs apart through the blanket and settling between them. His weight would practically seal the blanket on me, and I'd start to squirm, the heat already starting to frustrate me underneath. I'd beg to be let out, but he'd tut and chastise me gently, sliding two big hands under the sides of the blanket to rest on my soft belly. He'd begin massaging it gently, loosening up the painful areas that were swelling with trapped gas.

I'd try and squeeze my thighs shut to no avail, as he sat between them, working his hands over my gut and murmuring a stream of soft but condescending encouragement, "come on, just let out", and "you're so full today, don't you wanna feel better?". My strength would falter at his words as his hand simultaneously kneads a particularly painful spot, and a long, sputtering fart would begin bubbling out of my clenched hole, heating up the enclosed space around me like a hot cloud.

I'd start coughing and whining, squirming around, but one hand of his would brush down towards my pussy as the stream of gas sputters out from below, his fingers finding the button on my vibrator and pressing it swiftly. The sudden stimulation would make me cry out and shudder, overwhelmed by both the pleasure flooding through my pussy and the distress from my own horrible stench.

He'd continue massaging me, and tears would start prickling in my eyes as I'd helplessly let out another stream of farts. They'd keep on coming, wet and bubbling out of my hole uncontrollably, until I'd practically be tasting my own stink on the hot wet air that surrounded me. Every time I'd let out a particularly damp and nasty one, he'd turn up the setting on my vibrator by one, until within minutes I was practically seeing stars on the highest setting.

I'd be coughing and choking on the air, sweat pouring off my skin and dampening my crack, making each fart even wetter and louder. He'd encourage me to let it all out and cum, and I would obey without a choice, the vibrator so intense it'd make my entire body arch and shiver when I came. And he'd press down hard on my stomach, so that the last of my gas would rumble out with my orgasm, sputtering out in desperate uncontrolled blasts that sound even dirtier bubbling and popping through the slick of my own cum that dripped down to my asshole.