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Mornings with Mistress
Author: Closet FetishistWritten: August 1st, 2025
My eyes strain to open as the sunlight beats through the crack in between the window shades. I’m still tired, I’d only gotten about three hours of sleep once I was sure Mistress was asleep and I could remove my face from her ass crack without being scolded or beaten. My face still reeks of her backside and my nose has taken in so many of her farts that everything else just seemed to smell like her gas in my face too. As I finally crack my eyelids, I stare up at the popcorn ceiling and slow spinning ceiling fan; I just relax there in that moment because I knew this respite would only last a few blissful moments.
As if I had manifested it, Mistress begins to stir and I hear her groan with signs of life as she stretches the sleep off her body. I feel her foot wander towards me leg and softly caress it on the way up towards my crotch. I softly, almost inaudibly moan out as I think maybe Mistress is going to give me a break today and be all loving. I lull myself into a false sense of comfort, not noticing Mistress’ foot raise off my crotch and then crash back down on my balls with as much force as she could muster in this awkward side laying position. I let out a stifled yelp in pain, Mistress doesn’t like when I complain too loudly. Mistress grabs my hair with a yank and pulls my face back towards her ass crack; she positions my face angrily and holds my hair to keep me in place with my nose as close to her anus as possible. “Did I say you could take your face out of my ass, fart bitch?!” She growls calmly, her control over me was clear just from her voice but she wanted to make sure I understood by holding my head in the position she wanted me. I whimper out like a scared animal and mumble the words, “No, Mistress! I’m sorry, Mistress!”
“That’s a good boy,” Mistress says, softly squeezing my hair as if massaging me while still tightly gripping it so I couldn’t pull away. “You know you can’t make decisions for yourself.” Mistress backs herself up as she wiggles her butt over my head, she doesn’t stop until she feels my nose pressed up against her asshole. “There we go, you know what’s coming, don’t you?” I did know exactly what was coming and I knew even further when Mistress’ stomach gurgled in the way that always signaled her impending gas in my face. I whimper, on the edge of tears; it didn’t seem to matter how many farts to the face I took, it never got any more ‘pleasant’ or I never acclimated to them in a way that made them tolerable. As Mistress adjusts half her body, she lets out a long, bubbly sounding fart that assaults my face with its warm and humid impact. I can’t help but moan out audibly but it’s somewhat pavlovian to the sound as the worst part was only just about to it; the deep reeking dairy and veggie smell that now wafts into my nostrils and lingers there like something dead in the walls. I try to pull my head away instinctively out of self-preservation but Mistress softly and cruelly laughs as she holds my head tightly by the hair, keeping my face in her ass and me to endure the putrid gas of her bowels. “What’s the matter, puppy? I thought this is exactly what you wanted.” I could feel the smile on her face as she cruelly threw exactly what I had asked for back in my face. “Now lick my ass, puppy.” She casually orders. Mistress finally lets go of my hair so she can use her hand to pull one of her butt cheeks to the side to ensure my tongue had adequate access to her anus. Softly her asshole continues to pucker, I quickly lean my face in and extend my tongue to her. I lap at her butt once only to cringe from the taste of her fart-laden crack, I whimper out softly but extend my tongue again to begin licking around and over Mistress’ anus to please her. As my mouth goes over her butthole, Mistress perfectly times another big, deep fart right into my mouth. She’s quick to drop her ass cheek and grab my head to hold it against her butt, ensuring I don’t pull away as I was about to do just out of pure animalistic reaction. “Uh-uh-uh, you’re trying to make decisions for yourself again and it’s not good for you,” she says infantilizing me. “I know what’s best for you, okay puppy?” She says sternly. I nod and whimper out in the pained affirmative as her fart chokingly flows into my mouth held over her anus. “Good boy,” she says just to degrade me further as she holds me in place to be her fart absorber.
Once she finished with me for the moment, Mistress tells me to kneel in the living room. That’s where I find a new piece of furniture, a stylish large table covered in intricate Japanese engravings but it was also distinctly coffin-like in terms of depth and size. When Mistress arrives into the living room I notice she is dressed and made up like she’s going out. “Okay puppy, here’s your new cage for when I’m away or bored with you.” She opens a small side panel that reveals the hollow insides of the table box. I look at Mistress in somewhat disbelief but she just smiles down at me excitedly with a hint of cruelty in her eyes. I do as is expected of me and crawl into the box which is thankfully large enough for me to stretch out fully. “Oh I almost forgot!” She says as she walks off towards the bedroom and comes back with a dirty sock from her laundry hamper. “Later you can do my laundry but you can start with this sock,” she laughs as she reaches towards my mouth. I try to struggle and beg through whimpers but she doesn’t listen and jams the sock into my mouth. Then she closes the side panel and I hear two latches lock it in place. “Okay, bye puppy,” Mistress says sweetly to me as she takes her keys and exits, closing the door behind her. I softly whimper to myself as Mistress’ dirty sock fills my mouth. I could take it out but did I really dare? What would she do in retaliation if she found out I disobeyed her again? I tried to just relax and try not to think about the dirty sock in my mouth or the wafting smell of it combined with Mistress’ farts from earlier. Just above my head, I noticed a fairly sizable hole that was covered in black mesh but I could see out from it though my view was just the popcorn ceiling.
I don’t recall if I passed out or fell asleep starting at the ceiling but I found myself waking up to the sound of the door opening and Mistress laughing with another woman. They were chatting about something as well as sharing how enjoyable lunch was. Then I heard Mistress’ friend say, “But it really made me so bloated…” and Mistress replied, “Oh no, that’s terrible. But, actually I might have just the thing that could help.” I hear Mistress and the other woman coming closer to the box, and I see Mistress’ head a little bit just out of the hole in the top of the box. She looks right down at me, as if she sees me, and smiles cruelly. She turns back to her friend, “So this is a deodorizing box, so if you have gas you can just sit on this hole and fart right into it and there’s no more smell at all.” Her friend chuckles a bit incredulously, “Really, why would you buy this?” Mistress quips quickly, “I mean it was so cheap on Facebook Marketplace, and look at this design. Form and function, how could I pass it up?” Suddenly, I see her friend’s jean covered butt come over the hole just above my face, “Well I hope it works,” her friend says lightheartedly, “Because my farts usually stink real bad!” My eyes go wide in terror as I futilely silently beg for this not to happen. Mistress laughs knowingly, “Oh that’s exactly what it was made for.” Mistress’ friend wastes no time in unloading a long, powerful fart that I can feel even from these few inches away. And as her deep, rotting meat gas hits my nostrils I can feel my eyes rolling back in my head as it desperately shakes in some effort to get away from this gas but it’s no use in this tiny box. The other woman laughs, “Wow, it really does work!” Mistress chuckles affirmatively, “I told you!” Meanwhile, down below I’m in true hell smelling this unknown woman’s fart. She bears her ass down harder over the hole and injects another deep, punishing fart right into my face and sighs loudly in great relief. “Well you’re making me have to fart now,” I hear Mistress say. The other woman stands up with a laugh, “By all means, it’s your deodorizer,” and Mistress replies playfully regally with, “Thank you.” I see Mistress’ face again over me and she winks at me as I desperately shake my head no, begging her but she couldn’t possibly care less as I watch her pull down her pants and push her naked butt down over the hole. “You know, I really wonder how it works to remove the smell but regardless it works great!” I hear Mistress say to her friend, as if she didn’t know the ‘secret’ behind the deodorizing box. Before I can think, Mistress unloads a long and grotesque sounding fart into the box. The deep rotting vegetable smell feels heavy as it invades my nostrils, I can feel myself gagging through the sock in my mouth. Her friend is astounded, “That’s really amazing, I might have to do all my farting over here!” I hear Mistress smile as she replies, “Oh that’s such a great idea!” She says before farting again.