My Goddess
by skeezan

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS FART FETISHISM, SCAT, FEMDOM, AND A HUGE AMOUNT OF DOMINATION. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!

I wake up every morning to a thunderous roar coming from her rear end.

Even if I'm given the good fortune of not being sat on that night or forced to serve at her waist it still wakes me up.

But no matter what the roar always wakes me up and if I don't immediately smell all of the horrible gas she makes me.

She makes me stay there in bed for a few more minutes her hand grips the back of my hair hard and pushes me until the tip of my nose is touching her asshole, even if I do it by myself she still forces my head inside and I'm completely powerless to stop her.

When she felt satisfied I was free (so to speak) which brings us to my collar and leash.

She makes it extra tight so I have to follow her direction no matter the cost.

If I was lucky she would just make me follow her on my knees with the leash between her legs. If she felt gas building up she pulled on it hard and forced me back into her rank crack.

I stay there until she feels I have sucked up all the stench.

However if I wasn't lucky then she would sit on my back with her feet on either side of my shoulders and demand I walked to wherever she wanted.

Even if she hadn't weighed so much and even if I wasn't so weak it would still be hell. All her weight resting on my back wasn't the real problem.

She would push her feet right into my nose and I couldn't do anything but smell. On other occasions she would make me lick the sweat off but that was only when she was really mad.

Sometimes her weight was too much or she would walk me around for too long and I would fall. Then she got really mad.

Best case scenario she sits on top of me for the rest of the day, Worst case scenario she makes me her toilet for the rest of the day.

On the rare occasion that I hadn't messed up she would lead me to the bathroom where I would serve as her cleaner.

She would usually start off by taking one of her massive bowel movements.
Depending on her mood I would either be serving as the toilet or serving her.

By serving as the toilet I mean she would use me, make me swallow all the toxic sludge that seemed to flow out of her. Any attempt to deny her my services would only result in more shit eating.

On the other hand I would be serving her which is to say giving her a blumpkin.

The taste was awful and the smell always got to me but at least it was better than the alternative.

If I couldn't make her orgasm I would have my head taped to the toilet seat for the entire day staring at the filth only being let out when she felt I deserved another chance to make her cum.

The taste of her and the smell of her were always painful but I went with it anyway at the very least it mentally prepared me for what was next.

If I managed to get through it and give her, the pleasure she wanted it was onto one of her favorite activities: ass wiping.

Of all the years I have served her I have not once seen her use toilet paper in fact I don't believe I have ever seen her do anything to keep up her hygiene other than my tonguing.

To her my tongue was her multipurpose universal tool for pleasure, cleanliness and slave humiliation. I hesitate to say she was wrong.

So when I moved into her greasy hole to make it clean my tongue always recoiled at the touch of it.

The other times she made me eat her ass were nothing to this. All the gas from the previous night, all the sweat that she produced, and all the wet shit that still lined her ass crack greeted me.

I would get through it though the taste was awful and almost always she would let me finish then blast a shart and make me clean it again but I still could get through it.

Next I moved my tongue to the rest of her body.

Anywhere she wanted I would lick the sweat and stink off of (almost always her armpits and feet) this was her idea of bathing and yes it is just as effective as you might think.

It lets her still subject me with her stink but still lets her be somewhat clean for her work.

Speaking of which after the cleaning she heads off to work which is when I am left in the apartment not before at least one orgasm for her though (ass licking or face sitting/farting usually.)

This being the only time I have to myself I make the most of it, showering her stink off me then getting into a new outfit.

However aside from that I am never not serving her even when alone.

I clean the house top to bottom everyday.

Mainly this involves changing the now brown sheets or the thing takes up almost all of my day unclogging the toilet.

Other times she'll think up of something humiliating for me to do while I wait for her to get back.

Sometimes she would make me lay under her dirty clothes pile. Stained panties, sweaty socks, and an unparalleled smell surrounded me and I would have to stay in that stench breathing until she got home.

Most times though she simply let me go about my day knowing full well I would not stop serving her even if she wasn't there.

By the time she gets home I'm already cooking her dinner it takes a matter of hours to make all that food so I usually start at noon.

I greet her at the door when she gets home.

I kiss her right either of her cheeks then move in to kiss her asshole.

She always lets out a ripper when I do.

Right as she does I'm to taste it then describe to her in detail what it was like before finally thanking her for the “gift”.

She dropped her clothes at the front door and made me put them on the dirty clothes pile (carrying them with my teeth of course) laying slovenly on the couch.

I usually go back to making her meal unless. Slaving over the hot stove trying to find some way to appease the insatiable apatite she had was one of the highlights of my days.

She still gets me to come over though. She has a small bell she rings it's sound became concurrent with a humiliation. I run over fast and await instructions of where she needs.

Almost always she'll just lift up her leg and blast me with a burst of gas, laughing as she does.

Other than that though it's the usual sweaty stink filled servicing. A favorite of hers was grabbing me in a bear hug and forcing me to smell her awful body odour for hours. Then the food would burn and she would make me cook it all again.

No matter what it was there was one constant factor.

She was always gleaming head to toe in sweat. This made just being around her was torture for my nose.

One time in particular she rang her bell and just made me stand there only instructing me to breath in her horrible musk. When I gagged she kicked knocked me done then made me her foot rest for the entire night.

Having to hold just the weight of her legs and smell her foot stench for an entire night was something I wasn't willing to do again. So I always finished her tasks diligently.

I prepare her food at the table. She puts the leash back on me and makes me sit next to her groveling. It's all I can do to get any morsel of food that hasn't already passed through her digestive system.

Again it's mostly just t shove me into her ass when she has to fart (all the time) but there are rare occasions where she has given me a morsel.

She is much to busy though, eating is all that's on her mind and as she like the slob she is gorges on so much food I'm just a distant memory.

Sometimes though in between she burps in my face just to show me that she is acknowledging my existence so at least there's that.

When she finishes I clean the plates while she takes her late night dump. By clean I mean lick the tiny little specs of left off on the plates just so I can get some food.

I clean the toilet while she lays in bed reading. Usually I have to use my mouth but sometimes she lets me use the plunger. Other times if I'm taking too long she'll grab me and start using me as a plunger then I have to stay there with my head submerged in her crap for the rest of the night.

If I'm done it's late almost 1 am.

She doesn't look at me most times she just points down and I obey. Burying my face into her loins this is where I spend the next hours of my life.

No matter how many times I do it throughout the day the sour taste of her unkempt pussy repulses me. She won't even let me move up when she cums I have to stay there and let it wash over me before cleaning it up.

I don't have a choice though if I fail to pleasure her she'll come up with some inventive way to torture me. Rubbing my face up and down her pussy for while she was constantly blasting gas was one she often came up with.

After about three or eight orgasms she gets tired and then the rest of the night can play out in many different ways depending on how well I did.

I could do a good job and she lets me sleep next to her (at waist level of course) so I don't miss any late night gassing. This may seem like the best but on some occasions she rolls over and squashes me under her ass. There have even been sometimes that she wakes up and doesn't realize I'm still stuck inside her cavernous crack.

If I do an adequate job and she instructs me to serve at her feet until morning (licking, massaging etc.). In her sleep she's rather fidgety and often kicks me right in my face. Still though if I can effectively massage her feet with my tongue or otherwise I at least don't have to be smothered by anything.

If I do a bad job and she falls on top of me crushing me under her tremendous weight. As I lay under her breasts breathing is almost impossible and during the night sweat pours in until I'm nearly drowning in it. Some nights I feel I might die from this.

The last option she falls asleep before I can finish her in which case I am to position myself so my nose is as far into her large rear as possible. Often times she'll pretend to do this after I make her a particularly gassy meal but I'd be a fool to try and fight her. One night of gas torture is better than entire day of it. When I'm inside breathing is nearly impossible so sucking on the farty air is really the only way to survive.

But no matter where I stay during the night whether it be under her ass, or breasts, or serving at her feet I've learned to never complain. She made me her panties, her toilet paper, her sex toy, her foot massager, her sweat licker, her toilet, and most of all her slave, but I will put up with all of it.

I do all this, all this and more, because she is my goddess and I live to serve her.