I joined my friend Claire for dinner at a highly recommended Indian restaurant, where we indulged in a delicious meal. However, upon returning home, we both noticed an unusual bloating in our stomachs, possibly due to the spicy cuisine. We found ourselves in need of relief, and what better way to find amusement than to involve our slave in the process? A single glance was enough to communicate our devious plan. We summoned him, and he obediently crawled over as we fastened his leash. We took turns positioning his face between our backsides, ensuring his nose was securely nestled between our cheeks, allowing him to receive the full brunt of our flatulence. To our delight, we both proved to have an abundance of gas to release, and our slave endured it all, breathing heavily as we laughed and felt a mix of amusement and slight disgust.