FART CONTEST
Author: Closet Fetishist
Story Codes: nosex Fdom Msub ds flatu fart
"You're watching Alt TV, television for those people
who live alternative sex lifestyles. Coming up next is
'Happy Feet' and after that is 'Man Meets Ass,' only
on Alt TV."
"God I love this channel," Jackie said out loud to
herself. She could not wait for her favorite program
'Mistress Linda, Leather Pants.' She farted a few
blasts into her leather couch. When 'Happy Feet' went
to commercial, she was about to get up to get a snack
but the commercial caught her eye.
"Are you a fart mistress?" Jackie, of course, was.
"Do you have incredible farting abilities?" Jackie had
to agree once again. "If so, then come on down
tomorrow to the Alt TV Fair in San Francisco." Jackie
was intrigued. "Not only will there be booths for
almost every fetish known to man, there will also be a
fart contest which will determine whose farts are the
most lethal. For official rules and to make an
appearance call 555-555-0789." Jackie shrieked with
glee and farted a few more blasts. "A fart contest, do
you hear that?" Jackie moved her ass a bit to uncover
the face of a man under her ass. The look of him
appeared as though he had been built into the couch.
She talked to the unconscious face, "I am gonna be in
a fart contest!"
Jackie called for official rules and to register her
ass in the contest. The rules were as follows:
1. The slave will be provided by the organization and
the slave on both sides will sniff at the same level.
All slaves will, on average, pass out on rank 5 or
above farts. Please note, slaves are, to a certain
degree, fart fetishists so they each can take and will
enjoy quite a bit of the farts so remember to go big
and a win will be assured.
2. Slaves will be placed in a "sitting box" so they
can be face sat without actually sitting on their
face. This would be similar to a slave being in a
couch or other, fully exposed face box. Additionally,
slaves mouths' will be duct taped to avoid any
cheating on the slave's part.
3. Sitting will be bare assed only so there is no
possibility to cheat with "smell stained" clothing.
4. You have a 5 minute period with your assigned
slave before your competition. You may use this time
in whatever manner necessary but farting is not
recommended since those farts could become valuable
during the contest.
5. Diets will not be regulated because each mistress
performs differently with different food so diets will
be entirely the responsibility of the mistress. The
bigger you go, the better you chances are of winning.
6. The contest will be held in competition ladder
fashion. Mistresses will be put up 1 on 1 with each
other all the way to and including the final round.
7. Please note that you may not forcibly do anything
to your slave to increase his intake of your gas, he
must be sniffing and breathing all of his own will and
at his own pace. This is a note, especially to,
pressing on a slave's stomach.
8. In order to win, you must make your slave pass out
before your opponent. Vitals will be constantly
monitored to test for consciousness.
9. The winner will received $10,000 cash and be
featured on Alt TV and Alt TV's associated magazine.
In addition, the winning mistress could get her own
show on Alt TV provided she is approved by the Alt TV
committee.
Jackie was amazed at the sheer size of the
convention. Just like the commercial said, practically
every fetish was represented from the popular foot
fetish all the way to little known hydrophilia, in
which "suffers" enjoy images of people swimming or
posing underwater. After browsing the aisles, Jackie
found the fart fetish booth which was completely
surrounded by people. She got a peak at what everyone
was looking at. She saw, a lovely looking Dom wearing
a full black latex suit and in the ass region there
was a tube which lead to a gas mask which was on a
near naked man's face. Everyone watched intently as
she blew farts into her willing slave's face. They
saw, the steam heat of the farts rising up and
impairing the vision of the mask wearer. Jackie's
belly rumbled loudly. She had to fart real badly but
she knew that if she wanted to win the competition she
had hold in all the pressure. The feeling finally
subsided and she walked on.
The contest was to start at 2:00 p.m. sharp. There
would be 8 total competitors in the competition and
she would have to do 2 matches and then the final
match. She believed she was more than prepared for
such an undertaking, she had farted on her slave for 5
hours consecutively sometimes and she had a diet for
the past couple of days of monstrous proportions. She
sort of felt bad for the slaves there were going to
match her with as she walked into her contest
preparatory room. First slave arrived a few minutes
later. She had nothing to say to him, nothing to do
with him so she just kicked him a few times to exhaust
him a bit and then her slave and she were lead to the
contest stage. The slave was placed in the "sitting
box." His face was completely exposed and would no
doubt fit nicely into her sizable ass. She smiled wide
as she felt a big one coming up; she just had to hold
it for a few seconds...
"Ok, ladies. You know the rules so when I blow the
whistle, sit down and let 'em rip. Ready? *shrill
whistle*
Jackie immediately sat down and farted an enormous
and loud blow she had been waiting to release all day.
She sighed in sweet relief and the slave underneath
her was kicking and struggling to get free. She farted
another blow to make sure he went down and within a
few more seconds it was done. His vitals had flat
lined, he was unconscious. All this occurred before
her opponent could fart a single blow. She stood up
and turned to her opponent.
"Better luck next time, hon."
"The better mistress won this round," the opponent
said. They shook hands and the opponent walked off
stage. Jackie was declared the winner of this match
and was sent back to her room in preparation for the
next match. She was a little concerned because she did
not feel quite as gassy but she knew her next opponent
must feel the same as well.
The next round occurred much like the first, only
with a little more competition on the opponent's side
but still, Jackie emerged victorious. She returned to
her room to prepare for the final round. Her final
slave came in a few moments later.
"Ah, my next victim!" She said, as she laughed. The
slave said nothing. He just sat their, on his knees,
appearing frightened. Her motherly instincts caught on
to this. Man this kid must be just barely 19, how
could he be experienced in such things as sniffing
farts?
"How old are you?!" Jackie demanded. She stared at
his boxer underwear to see his obvious hard-on.
"18....muh...muh...mistress."
"And you were allowed to participate in this?"
"To be honest, mistress, I snuck in. I am just a fart
fetishist and I have never been face farted before and
I hoped this could be my first time. You see, I have
been a fart fetishist for some time but never had the
distinct pleasure of being face..."
"Shut up!" Jackie yelled. She smiled on the inside
and then on the outside as she looked at the boy. An
inexperienced fart sniffer would assure her a win in
this contest but she couldn't allow herself to cheat
but then again...this was their mistake not hers and
how could she deny a nice boy his wish to be face
farted? She just had to pretend she knew nothing of
this boy's scheme and if they found out about his
deception, the worst they could make her do is redo
that round. No harm, no foul.
"Alright. I will face fart you in the round out
there, just be prepared. Being your first time,
anything can happen." Clearly he didn't hear the last
thing she said because he was smiling. "And don't
smile! Slaves don't smile!" He immediately hid his
smile and returned to looking afraid and unworthy, the
two perfect expressions.
The two were led out to the stage a moment later. Her
slave was put into the sitting device and the
announcer prepared to blow the whistle. Once the
whistle sounded, the whole world appeared to move in
slow motion to the slave. He watched as the sizable
ass of her first mistress came down toward him in what
seemed like an eternity. Jackie noticed the fearful
expression on her slave's face but she did not care.
He asked for this, he was gonna get it despite any
second thoughts. The moment she sat down, the slave
began to kick around and struggle to get out of the
contraption and away from this mistress' no doubt
smelly ass. She answered his struggles with a nice
long S.B.D. The slave could practically see the gas
around him and he began to panic. He changed his mind;
he didn't want to sniff farts. He didn't want to be
here anymore. He quickly decided to hold his breath
for as long as he could. No doubt the other mistress
would win and his nightmare would be over. He would go
home and never think of doing this again. Another fart
bellowed out of the ass above him, a loud one this
time. He continued to hold his breath. Three more
blasts came rushing out but he held his breath like
his life depended on it. Just as he prepared to open
his nostrils for a sniff of the deadly air, the
mistress rose up and fresh air flooded his fart
tortured face. He was let out of the contraption and
walked off. He retrieved his clothes and disappeared
back into the convention.
Jackie was pissed off. She knew what had happened and
she was not going to stand for his insolence. She
decided she was going to find her slave and make him
pay for making her lose that competition. She
eventually spotted him and when he got close to her
trap....she grabbed him! And dragged him back into her
preparatory room. She locked the door, tied him up,
and prepared herself to give the worst fart torture
she had ever dished out.
"What happened out there? Littlie baby fart fetishist
got scared?" She asked in her mocking baby tone.
"I am sorry I made you lose mistress, I hope you can
forgive me."
"Oh, of course I can forgive you but you have to do
something for me."
"Anything mistress."
"Good, that's what I like to hear." She walked over
to him and slapped a piece of duct tape over his
mouth. "You may want to lie down, this may take a
while." She said, as she pushed him over and onto the
floor. She positioned him onto his back and then
prepared to sit. She went slow and watched, in glee,
his horrified face appear as she got closer and
closer. Her ass landed straight where she wanted it to
be so it acted like a seal of sorts.
"You are gonna sniff these farts one way or another
and I can make you sniff them and I will make you
sniff them. No one makes a fool of Mistress Jackie,
especially not a lowly, pathetic slave like yourself.
You need to be punished boy and punished you will be."
Jackie knew he would try holding his breath again but
she couldn't wait for him to run out of air. She
decided to take action now, she had a fart all lined
up and ready anyways. She gently put both hands on the
boy's stomach and pressed hard. As she felt the rush
of air stream into her ass, she released her own air
straight into the nose of her victim. He immediately
began to struggle about, no doubt suffocating under
the rancid fart that Jackie just blew. "Ahhhhh,
there's a nice one." A few seconds later another blast
flew from her ass. "Oh man, that one was great! I
could do this all day. I am so glad I found you." The
slave began to moan loudly. "Oh? Does that mean you
want some more? I'll give you some more." Jackie
tightened up and then relaxed as another fart came
streaming out of her ass and into his nose. "I wish we
could do this forever." That is the last thing her
slave heard before passing out.
Jackie returned home from her disappointment at the
convention, a little happier than before. She felt
good about getting back at that son of a bitch,
fetishist and she felt even better when she won a
little consolation prize from the fart contest. It
would be delivered this evening, with or without her
home so she decided to go out and treat herself well
tonight and hopefully the prize would be there when
she gets back.
At about 11:30 p.m., Jackie is still out and the
delivery men come in and set up her prize.
At 12:00 a.m., Jackie's problem slave woke up feeling
uncomfortable. He hadn't recalled going home from the
convention and in fact remembered very little at all.
He noticed the lights were on in the room he was in
but he did not recognize it. He looked around but soon
noticed his movement was very constricted. He soon
noticed he was only looking at the ceiling.
"Ah, finally you're up, mate. The name's Richard."
The slave was startled by this voice that he had no
idea where it was coming from. "Kid, look to your left
a bit." The slave was horrified when he did so. He saw
a man's face sticking out of what appeared to be a
leather seat cushion.
"You're....you're..."
"Yeah, I'm in this couch, same as you. We are fart
sniffers; we are bound to sniff our mistress' farts
whenever she demands."
"Who...who is the mistress?"
"Mistress Jackie, of course." Mistress
Jackie...memories came flooding back to the slave as
he remembered, fully, the horrors of what happened at
the convention.
"Dude, you gotta help me. I am not a fart sniffer; I
just got caught up in this crazy thing."
"Ah, don't worry mate. I wasn't a fart sniffer either
but we all get used to it eventually, isn't that right
boys?"
A whole group of men suddenly piped up from places
unseen, "Right!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" The boy
screamed into the quiet night sky.