Relieving My Fart Bitch Permanently From Duty - WHOLE VIDEO

Description: day 1 - sniff it up, fart bitch! for some time now, you have been my own personal fart slave/bitch, but lately you have been slacking. you claim you had no choice, but i call bullshit! in the morning, i find you in the kitchen as i come in wearing a nude bralette and blue jeans, with my hair tie up in a ponytail. immediately, i notice you haven't done your chores and there are dirty dishes in the sink! as you stumble over your words, i cut you off, "you know you have more responsibilities than just sniffing up my farts, okay?!", i snap, "but for now, let's get to your main responsibility!". i bend over in your face and start to let em rip, commenting on the smells and sounds of how they're just slapping on out of there and all over your stupid fucking looking face!   around lunch, we are in the living room and i'm wearing a tight lavender dress. i mock and tease you about how many people would love to be in the position you are in, with me rubbing my big fat ass all over your dumb face and send the gas straight up your nose! but it's just you and you're such a whiner!   later that evening, i lay on the couch on my belly, in a black with shiny straps bra and thong set. i tell my little fart slut, you, how much i love farting on you as you give me an ass rub that is consistently interrupted with powerful and noisy gas explosions! i comment on how stinky they are, but not too stinky for my fart bitch! "stop being such a bitch and just sniff them up!" i command, and then laugh at the faces you make when the odors hit your nostrils. like damn, you're so complainy for being the only person to gets to sniff all of my gas up!   it's now right before bedtime and we're in my room on my bed. my face fills your vision as i speak to you, and your response to me is to complain even more! the gull! so, instead of letting you go to sleep like i planned, you now must sniff up even more of my gas! i whip around, showing that i'm wearing an off-shoulder striped crop top and a pair of striped full bottom panties, and put my bountiful booty right on your face, with your nose up my stinky crack! i laugh mockingly when i tell you that since you decided to complain, that i'm going to gas you out, like i did over the last couple of nights. stupid fucking fart bitch! this is what you deserve. my ass blasts you again and again, right up your nose, with the horrendous odors that my booty can provide. i even ask how they taste? because, you know, when something smells so bad you can taste it?! i turn around to check my work and i notice that you're not awake anymore. no wonder your eyes were rolling earlier. ugh, what a stupid fucking bitch....   day 2 - the ringer the next day, i angrily walk into the kitchen wearing a purple matching lacey bralette and booty shorts. i loudly make a fuss about how my fart bitch is still knocked out because he couldn't handle my gas! i irritably tap my nails on the counter as i list off my bitch's multiple failures, the most important being that he doesn't sniff up my gas as he could be doing and is constantly knocking out from it! i make a decision to make my special concoction, which consists of ice cream with every kind of topping possible! i slurp it down knowing the instant gassiness that it will produce....   going back into my room, i silently crawl on the bed, and after making sure my fart bitch is still out, i stick my round bottom right into your face and crack off a couple angry farts! this startles you awake, and i laugh, before listing off to you all of your shortcomings. one of my main complaints is the coughing and gagging, like you don't want to be pressed under my ass and sniffing up my gas. as i berate you, i shake my bouncing bottom all over your face and continue my stinky onslaught. "today", i groan, "i'm going to put you through the wringer! i hope you're ready for your big day!".   around lunch that day, i find you in the kitchen again, when i come to get some food. i'm wearing a red embellished tank top-type shirt and jean short. i meander over to the fridge and open it, bending over in search of a snack. this lands my big booty right in your face again, and i don't hesitate to release the fetid air onto my ugly fart slut's face. my good time is interrupted when you have the nerve to talk back to me! i grab your head and push it deep in my jeans-clad ass crack to the sickly aroma shoots right up your nose! you just had to have things to say... now, go on, sniff it up, fart bitch!   later in the day, i've done another outfit change and now wear a gray tank top with black cotton full bottom panties. i rest my ass on the back of the couch, before sing-songingly calling out, "oooohhhh, ffaaaarrrtttt biiitttccch!" and you come and kneel immediately, which makes me happy. i turn around, planting my plump rump in your face once more to continue 'putting you through the ringer'.  after asking once again how it smells, i push you down closer to the floor by your face, before joining you on my hands and knees. i muse at how the gas seems to get more intense as the day goes on and you can't help but agree. i also decide to remind you poignantly, you fucking fuck, about how you were knocked out so hard from my gas that i was able to get ready for the day before coming in to wake you up with some noxious toots! realizing you might get knocked out just from this little bit, i decide to stop for now, giggling about how there will always be more later!   lounging on the couch that evening, wearing a black lingerie top, black shiny high-waisted leggings, and shiny black pumps, i call you to me once more, and you very reluctantly obey. i command that you get nice and close to my shiny butt, but you decide to take your time. i express my displeasure at your unenthusiastic obedience, while my abundant butt continues to abundantly produce the acrid smelling miasma of gas into your face. "fart bitch, this is for you", i mock, and a fart gurgles out that hits all the notes and all the odors, causing more faces from you. i laugh, "you're such a fuckin' wuss!"   in an effort to make your 'ringer' day more fun, i've changed into a strappy pair of cross-back panties and tank top. i've come to find you this time because we seem to be having issues with your compliance. i have you lay down so i can sit on your face and nose, causing the full strength of the gas to shove it's way into you via any of your face holes! again, you displease me with your reactions to our time together like this. anyone else would love this, but you just complain, you fucking bitch!   that night in my room, i have a couple surprised for you. i'm wearing a black tank top with a sparkly skull and a pair of black cotton full booty short panties. i have with me a gag and some rope, and as i approach you, i ask, "now, have you ever heard of a dutch oven?". once i have you tied up, gagged, and under the covers, i join you! having you restrained is so much better because you can't do all of the annoying struggling and such like when you're unrestrained. my evil-smelling booty gas has nowhere to go but into your nose, and you're stuck under the covers with all of it! as i tease you, i allude to the fact that i have one more surprise for you that i've been holding in all day!   with my pungent smelling ass firmly planted against your face, i begin to relieve myself into my panties, slowly filling them up with the result of that ice cream concoction i ate earlier. i laugh wickedly as i see your eyes flutter and utter the words, "it's been nice knowing you, fart bitch!", while i rub and smoosh my filled panties against your face and you float in and out of consciousness. to ensure my job is done, i grab a belt and secure your face to my booty, so that you have no choice but to breath all of my gas throughout the night. and since the gas that needs to travel through my messed underwear now, they are even more horrendously awful.   day 3 - goodbye fart bitch the next morning, i stretch, yawn, and check on my fart bitch. i poke you and determine that you're still knocked out. but just to make sure.... i get up on my knees and plop my full chunky panties on your face to fart even more! i maliciously comment on the smell and wetness of these morning toots, even though i know you can't hear me anymore. i turn around to check your pulse and titter at the result of my good work. just to be absolutely sure, i give a couple more disgusting wet miasmic farts and snicker, "if you weren't gone before, you sure are now!"   *important: some content censored to remain compliant*   this video is a part of a 3-day release. over the last 3 days, i released parts 1, 2, and 3. today i am releasing the whole video, discounted for your patience!