As the CEO of a thriving company, I carry a great deal of responsibility and spend long hours at my desk in my private office. Fortunately, I have a slave at my disposal, who serves as my footrest and human ashtray during my frequent cigarette breaks.
However, there is one aspect of my breaks that the slave finds particularly distasteful. After smoking, I often experience a sudden need to relieve myself. Before I can do so, I must expel the air from my belly. The slave is subjected to the unpleasant task of closely inhaling my flatulence until I have released every bit of it. Only then can the slave return to its place beneath my desk.