My slave has the honor of witnessing the splendor of my captivating leather-clad backside, but at a cost. A chance to experience my farts through my leather pants, a toilet slave’s paradise!
I am breathtaking in my custom-made leather pants, yet even more alluring when I remove them. The slave is commanded to tend to my ass as I squat to deliver a flawless deposit of my exquisite feces right in front of his nose. The scent of my feces fills his lungs as the golden treasure is gradually released by the flawlessness that is my ass.
But I am not finished yet. There are still gases inside my body that my slave is fortunate to inhale.
After making my deposit and in my boundless mercy, I climb up on my knees to the couch and grant the pig the privilege to clean my body with its tongue. You can see me on my hands and knees from behind, my pussy and anus encircled by the softly moving curves of my unbelievable ass, almost as if you were a man.
Then, because the slave has a poor record of consumption, I pull up my pants and place it on its back to feed it manually. I cover the pervert’s face – both mouth and nose – in plastic wrap so that the subhuman will fully benefit from my healing feces.
Having graciously replaced the slave’s ugly face with something more appealing – my feces, I offer it one final act of kindness: I get back on the sofa on my hands and knees and allow the slave to smell my farts through my leather pants. The sound of my farts and sadistic laughter create a symphony for the unappreciative slave. The disobedient slave tries to pull away but I, in my infinite wisdom, already have him on a dog leash and collar.